The Alpha and the Mistake novel Chapter 14

I wasn't sure what I expected, but a log cabin, a mansion wasn't it. “Welcome to our humble abode," Dean said, getting out of Mom's car.

"This is your house?"

Dean shot me a cocky grin and wagged his eyebrows at me.

"Yes it's our house, but it's also the packs," Emily replied. When she saw my confusion, she added, "A packhouse is like a meeting hall, recreation center, and boarding house all mixed up in one. We live here but so do many others. I hope this won't be too much of a problem for you."

The almost nervous and hopeful expression on her face made me nervous. I kept having the nagging suspicion I was missing something important. "I guess not. As long as no one tries to kill me or smash me into the ground, I should be good."

"Oh no. Violence isn't allowed in or around the packhouse. My husband disapproves of it," Emily said.

I waited for some sign she was joking, but Emily's expression remained serious.

"Come on Brookie, let's get inside," Dean said. He gave me a wink and followed his mom inside.

My stomach knotted in with nerves as I grabbed my things and followed them. As we walked through the halls, I couldn't help but feel like a freak show. A lot of people stopped and stared at me, whispering to the others with them. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I had a good idea. It seemed even here they heard about Missy Mistake, the girl who never should have been born.

Emily and Dean stopped at a door on the second floor. "Here, you can stay in this room for tonight. Rest or change and come downstairs with us. One of us will be happy to show you around. The choice is yours, and both options are okay," Emily said.

"You need any help. I am great at unpacking things," Dean said with a sly grin.

"No, you don't. You go on and give her some space." His mom waved her hand at him dismissively.

"That's no fun," he complained but went downstairs.

She shook her head and smiled at me again. "He means well. I promise. Take care, rest up and try not to worry. You're safe here."

The jury was out on that one, but I walked inside, dropping my backpack next to the door. The room was decorated in dark blues and purples and definitely a guy's room. There was clothing already in the dresser, shampoos, and stuff in the adjoining bathroom and a few posters tacked up on the walls.

By the name on the trophies, this was Ryder's room. Why would they put me in his room? I'm sure he wouldn't be happy about that. Again, I didn't understand. In all honesty, my head hurt too much to try. Whatever their plan was, I guess it wouldn't hurt to get cleaned up and rest. I was tired.

I wasn't sure how long I slept, but I felt better and a little adventurous. With my hands in my hoodie pockets, I wandered around for a bit.

"Hey, you're Brook right?" A really tall guy asked. He had to be like over six feet, long blonde hair in a ponytail with gray-blue eyes.

"Uhm, yeah," I said hesitantly.

He smirked at me and gave me a funny look. "You sound as if you're not sure."

"Well, it all depends. What does it matter to you if I'm Brook?"

"Right, nothing awful. The alpha thought it'd be a good idea if I introduced myself and all that."

My throat tightened, and I tried not to show how nervous it made me. "Why?"

He held up his hands. "Because we have a little bit in common that's all. My parents weren't mates either."

"Really?"

"Yep. It's not so uncommon actually." He shrugged and offered me another smirk.

The way Mike talked, such a thing was practically a crime against nature. "But you're still a werewolf. I'm just a lowly human."

He tilted his head. " You don't seem that short to me."

I started to say something then stopped. "That's not what I meant."

He grinned. "I know. My name's Andy, and I find humans to be pretty cool."

"Great. Now I'm the weird kid your mom makes you play with because they have no friends."

"Maybe," he said, drawing out the word. "We could use another weird kid in the gang, Dean is just annoying now. Come on, let's get some lunch."

"Sure." I shrugged and followed him into a large kitchen. A grandmotherly looking woman smiled at us when we came in and without a word set down a couple of plates for us.

"Thanks, Rose," Andy said before eating the sandwich on his plate.

I watched him eat torn between awe and disgust. He ate messily, getting what looked like tuna salad all over his mouth. You'd think the guy hadn't eaten in a week.

"Something wrong?" he said with his mouth half full, noticing I'd not yet started on my own sandwich.