Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

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Chapter 1 - Bailey

| looked at the clock on my bedroom wall. | think | have delayed the inevitable for as long as | physically can. |

should go to the packhouse to go and wish our pack’s upcoming Alpha a happy birthday. The bane of my life. My

brother's best friend. One day to be Alpha Miles. Today he will turn 17, and meet his Alpha wolf. In all honesty, he

was egotistical enough, thinking the world revolved around him, without him adding to that by finally gaining his

wolf. Not your run-of-the-mill werewolf either. Oh no, Miles Davenport was destined to be an Alpha, so he would

have a strong and powerful Alpha wolf, only adding to his arrogance and strength.

The crazy thing is, Miles had once upon a tbeen one of my closet friends too. In my younger childhood...

Friends, that kind of thing comes when your father is the Beta to the Alpha. The children spend a lot of time

together, and becfriends. My older brother, Jordan, becthe wing-man to Miles. His closest friend and

ally, who as his Beta when the tcame, was only right. But as the years went on, the friendship between Miles

and | changed.

Friendship faded as he grew into a more popular sports star of our school. At the end of the day, he was always

going to be popular, he was the upcoming Alpha after all, but as one of the top sports stars too, he was idolized.

As was my brother. All the girls in school flocked around them like they were pop stars or something, and it was

bizarre. | was nothing more to him now but a source of amusement for him and his sports buddies. A geek. Not

one of the beauty queens who followed him around. Simply someone to make fun of.

I had gone from enjoying twith my one-day Alpha, to hating him, in the space of a school year. He thought

he was g od’s gift, and in all honesty, if he was, he is a gift | would return...

“Bailey!” | heard my Mum call from downstairs, telling| was definitely running it close now for time. | know

Jordan had already headed over to the packhouse a while ago with my Dad to meet his

friend and our Alpha.

“I know.” | yelled back, looking at the books on my desk, desperate to continue with the assignment | was

working on. | would so much rather continue working on the assignment and gain the additional credit available,

work toward going to the college | want to go to instead of going to a party for the big-headed bully, I got to

consider almost family, considering he was the son of my Dad's best friend.

| stood from my seat, and walked to my mirror, adjusting my black skater dress | had chosen to wear today.

Something plain and simple, easy to blend into the background, but a dress all the sif anyone asked why |

hadn’t made an effort. Along with my chunky black sandals, | looked presentable, not that anyone would be

looking at me. Today, all eyes would be on the birthday boy, as they always were. He would make sure of that. |

flicked back my curly brown hair, before | walked out of the door, already dreading the hours that lay ahead...

My Mum pulled the car into the parking spaces outside the packhouse, while my younger sister Morgan was

flicking at the curls around my head, simply trying to irritate me. She knew | would rather be anywhere but here

right now, and was loving every last moment of it. “Aww, you want to go hBailey-boo?” she teased.

“Stop you two, con, your Dad is waiting inside. Let us go and find the birthday boy.” Mum says, sounding

cheerful, completely oblivious to the fact how horr endous this party had the potential to be. She, too, worshiped

Miles. Having seen him grow up alongside my brother, she seemed to think the sun shone out of his rear-end. It

had always driveninsane.

“He won't even notice us there.” | muttered under my breath as | followed her up the steps of the back house,

shaking my head at my sister and how overdressed she looked. She definitely looked like she was out to impress

someone today. A small part ofwondered if she hoped she might be the fated mate of Miles. After all, he was

meeting his Alpha wolf today. He will have shifted for the

first ttoday, and today could potentially be the day he can sense his fated mate out there waiting for him!

There had been so much buzz around school about this, so many of the girls were excited about the potential

possibility they could be his fated mate. The one chosen for him by the moon goddess. The one destined to be

with him. So many of them are desperate for it to be them. While there | was desperate for anything but. I could

think of nothing worse! Yet, looking at the amount of effort my younger sister had made today, | am beginning to

think she was one of the many she- wolves that was holding out that hope...

We walked through the corridors of the packhouse, and it was filled with various pack members. Today was a day

of celebration within pack, the birthday of the upcoming Alpha. And not just any birthday, the day he cof

age. The day he met his Alpha wolf. The walls of the packhouse were adorned with decorations, music was

blaring from various speakers dotted around the multiple rooms.

“Ooff, sorry!” a giggling she-wolf said toas she nearly knockedoff my feet as she knocked into me. |

would rather be anywhere but here right now. This was far too hectic and far too loud for me. | simply glare at

the back of the girl as she moves away from me, not a care in the world.

| followed my Mum and my sister, who was almost sk ipping as she walked, toward the main lounge area. | can

only assmy Mum had mindlinked my Dad to let him know we had arrived, and he said they were there, or

else we could spend all day looking around for them! It appeared almost every member of the pack had turned

up to celebrate the birthday of Miles f**king Davenport.

The lounge area was laden with people, music truly blasting, and everyone seeming to have a good time.

Everyone but me. | caught the eye of my brother, leaning against the wall of the lounge, the furthest away from

the door we had just walked into. He nodded in my direction before simply turning away.

‘Could have made an effort, Bailey.” he mindlinked. ‘It is a birthday, not a funeral, you know?"

| felt my heart sink at his words. Great, the insults were starting already, which meant it would only be a matter

of tuntil Miles started too. The two of them seemed to like working together like that. Finding great

enjoyment in harassing me. | was only a year younger than both of them, and had desperately hoped the name-

calling and insulting would ease off as they got a little older, but if anything, they seemed to get worse. All

because | wasn't like the girls they were interested in, | was sure of it. | wasn’t like the other girls. Made myself

an easy target, my Mum told me, all because | enjoyed studying. Liked reading and learning. Said, | only made it

harder for myself. The plan was to make it easier for myself by finding a way out...

“Jordan says your dress looks like you are going to a funeral, Bailey.” Morgan teased, fluffing up my curls again.

My long brown hair fell in thick, unruly curls down my back. They drovemad at times. Especially when my

brother and sister decide to mess with them.

“Oh well, | wore a dress, like you asked.” | snapped, moving away from them, feeling angry already, so tempted

just to turn around and walk home, only to be pulled back by my Mum.

“We are going to wish Miles a happy birthday. You will stay for a while at least. | do not need to be explaining to

your Aunt and Uncle yet again why you have walked out on a social event, Bailey.” Mum warned me, her tone

sounding grumpy, | swear she had to have read my thoughts on leaving the party already. | am sure she hated

havingas a daughter, likely wishing for one that was more sociable, and one that enjoyed being a part of

everything, instead of one that would rather have her head in a book.

“Awww, Happy Birthday, Miles!” | heard my sister squeal from by my side. | swear she spoke at a pitch so high

only dogs could hear. Goddess knows why she is so excited. It is only his birthday. He likely doesn’t even care, he

never normally does...

As | looked up, his blue eyes were locked on me, | raised my gaze to meet his, and could see his eyes shift to a

darker blue... was that his wolf? | see a snarl across his face as he suddenly storms

from the room. What the hell was that about?

‘Get out here.” Miles is suddenly mindlinking me, and | have to say he sounded far from impressed. That,

combined with the angry expression on his face, toldsomething was off. Would he have rather | had not

come? Well, he was not the only one...

‘What?’ | questioned, completely confused. Was he annoyed over how | had dressed too? Jeez, it was just a

dress. Does it really matter? | would go hif it was.

‘Outside now.” He demanded once more, sounding even more irritated this time, makingrealize | had little

choice but to follow his orders, so | snuck away from the ongoing party back to the doors of the packhouse.

Only to find Miles pacing along the bottom of the steps, looking a mixture of confused and angry. So why did he

needhere? Someone to take his anger out on? | was not willing to be that, | was sure about that... Just as |

was about to walk away, he looked up.

“F**king took you long enough.” He snapped.

I frowned, unsure what this was all about, but it was making no sense toas I looked down toward him from

where | stood at the top of the packhouse steps. His blue eyes shifted to the dark blue once more, like they had

inside, takingby surprise. His wolf is clearly lingering...

“What is wrong, Miles? Do you wantto get Jordan?” | asked.

“No I do not! I do not want anyone knowing this.” He snarls, a grow! slipping from his lips, though whether that

was aimed ator whether his wolf was angry at him, | do not know...

“I don’t think | understand...” | began.

“You soon will.” He sneers, and | simply look to him in confusion. Nothing he says makes sense to me. Until he

continues. “Only today did | realize. The thought makessick. Why our own moon goddess would play a trick

like this on me, | don’t know. I am an Alpha. A f**king Alpha. | deserve a strong mate. A beautiful mate to be

proud of. Not sfeeble pathetic wallflower.”

My body trembles at his words. No. | had yet to gain my wolf. | did not know this yet. Why... Why him of all

people? “I am your fated mate?” | question with a shaky voice. “Are you sure?”

“Are you f**king doubting me?” he yells. “And you won't be. The moment you have your wolf, | will decide when

the tis right to reject you.”

My heart twists and contorts at the thought. Rejection was meant to be the most painful thing possible. Why

would he want to reject the mate chosen for him by our own moon goddess? Am | truly so repulsive?

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