The Alpha's Surprised Mate (Book #1 of Silver Moon Series) novel Chapter 1

One: New Town & New Job

Mykayla

The girls were excited about moving to a new town. Honestly, I am excited too. Our lives are finally beginning to return to normal. Well, not normal, but a new normal for the three of us. The last two years have been a rollercoaster of emotions and obstacles. Now it is just the three of us in this town in Washington State. We moved here one month ago from Nevada after my parent's death, leaving my younger sister, who is eight years old, and me. I have also brought along my younger cousin, who is also eight years old, and my sister's best friend. She also lost her parents, kind of. I am sitting at an outside table in a cafe when I feel as if I am being studied by someone. I can feel the heavy weight of someone staring at me. I casually look around as if I am people-watching when I see him. He is standing on the corner across the street, waiting to cross. I look back at my phone to see a notification. It is an email regarding my new job. I start tomorrow. I am the personal assistant to the CEO of the largest company in our new town. I glance back up, acting like I am looking for the girls, and notice he is not there anymore. For some odd reason, this makes me sad. I don’t understand why I feel this way. I don’t even know who he is. I think what caught my attention was his eyes. Thinking back for a second, he was very handsome. He has to be 6’4” with long (surfer shaggy long style) dusty blonde hair. He had the most gorgeous crystal ice blue eyes. He had the perfectly toned muscular body (that nice v-shape, wide at the shoulders that tapers down. YUM!) I could tell he worked out just by how his dark purple long-sleeved shirt hugged his body just right. He had his sleeves pulled up, and his arms were very nicely defined.

“Mykayla are you ok?” my little sister Bree asks.

This snaps me out of my fantasy. Good god, I was lost in thought over a stranger. My cheeks turn a light pink with embarrassment.

“Yeah, Bree I am fine just thinking about my new job. Did you and Araya get what you want from the bakery?” I answer her and ask.

When we walked in, the girls started to drool at all the bakery items. They were having a hard time deciding what to get. After getting my coffee and large pumpkin chocolate chip muffin, I gave them money. I was waiting for them at the table when mister gorgeous appeared. I push him out of my thoughts because I don’t have time for dating right now. I am trying to get the three of our lives back up and running. I want these two girls to have a normal childhood after everything we have been through. The three of us finish our breakfast and continue exploring our new city. By the time we got back to our apartment, we were tired but had a lot of fun. I make a quick dinner for the three of us, and we watch some tv. I look around our tiny apartment. It was one of the few available when we moved here. Luckily, my parents had set aside a good inheritance for us. The good thing about the apartment was that I was able to pay month to month. I am hoping that maybe I can rent us a house or buy one in six months.

My alarm screams at me way too early the next morning, but I force myself out of bed and start my morning routine. After I get out of the shower, I apply my coconut body butter. I put on one of my new work suits. I look in the mirror to assess my appearance. I have to admit that I clean up well. I have a black pencil skirt that stops right below my knees, a black dress jacket, and a dark emerald green camisole tank top underneath. I have on a pair of black strap wedges (I cannot walk in normal heals. I am just not that coordinated). My long light brown hair is partially up in a messy bun, showing off the high and low light I have in it. I walk into the living room and see that both the girls are sitting on the couch watching cartoons and eating breakfast which consists of pancakes. I know instantly that Araya has been in the kitchen. She loves to cook, and for an 8-year-old, she is very good at it. She wants to be a chef. I jump a little when there is a knock on the door.

“Good morning Mykayla!” says my very happy next-door neighbour Shelly exclaims.

“Morning Shelly, the girls are watching tv,” I tell her as we walk into the apartment.

She and I struck up a quick friendship after we moved in. She is my age and currently attending the local college. We moved here in the summer, and I started stressing out about what I would do with the girls while I was at work. Shelly said she could watch the girls until school starts in the fall. I asked about her classes, and she said that she is taking a couple of courses now, but they are all online.