Book cover of “Bound by Her Alpha“ by Zaynab

Bound by Her Alpha

  • Genre: Werewolf
  • Age: 18+
  • Status: Ongoing
  • Language: English
  • Author: Zaynab
“Rose…” “Come to me, Rose…” “You belong to me…” My heart skipped a beat when I heard his voice at the back of my mind. Someone was calling my name. Who? Why? I couldn’t wrap my mind around all this stuff until one day I received a strange message: *Get ready. Your mate is coming for you.* Mate, my foot! Is it a prank or what? Do you believ... 

Chapter 1

Rose’s POV

Working and studying at the same time hasn’t been easy. You barely have time for yourself. If you’re not in school, you’re at work for the whole day. An exasperated breath left my lips as I lazily dropped my bag on the bed. My door was kicked open immediately as I threw myself on the bed.

I didn’t need to be told who the person was. We were the only two living in the house.

“You’re back early today.” My mother’s voice reached my ears.

“Yes, Mom,” I answered lazily without looking up at her.

I normally come home by 9:30 pm or 10 pm, but today, I got on the good side of my boss. And even at that, he gave me a day off. I guess I deserve an accolade for my hard work.

“I warmed the pasta not long ago. It’s still warm,” her voice sounded again.

I planned to take a small nap first, but my stomach wasn’t agreeing with me. It made a weird and hungry sound, making me snap my eyes open.

I muttered incoherent words proceeding to get myself off the bed. Mom was still standing. She looked not in focus.

“Mom,” I called, walking up to her.

“Eat first, and let’s talk.” And with that, she turned and left the room.

I knew something was off when Mom used that attitude. I didn’t put too much into what she said and followed suit.

Our living room is not that big and spacious. We moved to the house a month ago, yet some of our belongings were still lying around covered. I don’t know why Mom chose a quiet place among all the houses in the city. But then, that’s my mom for you.

I made my way toward the dining area, which consisted of three chairs. I uncovered the lid that was covered on the plate.

My stomach immediately turned at the sight of the pasta. I wasted no time digging in. Mom spared me a glance from the sitting area, and I flashed her a smile. I know what the look was about, though. She always warned me to always compose myself and eat slowly. But who cares when I’m damn hungry?

I cleared everything on the plate, took it to the kitchen, and washed it. I came back, meeting Mom in the same position I had left her. I cleared my throat as I sat beside her on the couch.

“So, Mom, I’m done eating. What do you want to talk about?” It might not show on my face, but I’m curious to know what she wanted to talk to me about.


My eyes shifted to the white envelope in her hands. With my brows raised, I collected the envelope. “What is it?”

“See for yourself.”

I opened the envelope and took out the content of it. “Admission letter?” I read out. “Admission letter for what, Mom?” I asked, shifting my attention back to her.

Last time I checked, I started college last week, then what is it with another admission letter?

“Didn’t you read what’s stated there?”

“I did, Mom, but I don’t understand.”

She spared me a look that told me something was indeed off. “You’ve gotten admission into another college.”

It took me some seconds to register what she had uttered. “Why? I’ve already started. What do I need this for? It—”

“You’re leaving that school and will start this one.”

I didn’t know when I rose to a standing position. I was completely confused about what was going on. Mom had a way of doing things her way without consulting me first.

“What’s the reason? I barely reached up to two weeks since I started school, and now I’m leaving? I seriously don’t understand, Mom,” I tried to stay as calm as I could.

“I’ve made the necessary preparations. You’re starting tomorrow.” She stood up and was about to leave.

“Mom! Why do you always try to control my life? For goodness’ sake, I’m not a small kid!” My voice was in a high pitch.

“You might think I’m doing all this for my sake. But one day you will understand. Everything. And my decision is final. You’re starting tomorrow. Goodnight.”

I watched as she sauntered out of the living room. I was in that standing position for more than two minutes, trying to piece together what had transpired in the ten-minute conversation with my mother.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to understand why she was doing all that she was doing. First, it was the sudden move from one city to another, then changing schools. I felt like she was hiding something from me. If not, then why all the sudden movements?

Now what? Does that mean I’m starting all over again? A new school and a new life? Just like that. It’s not like I made friends at school. But then again, what will people say if they don’t see the new student again?

Many thoughts ran through my mind over the night. I could barely get enough sleep. I constantly kept thinking about what would happen the next day. Would I be able to adjust to the new environment? Would I be able to cope? I was lost in thought when I fell into a deep slumber.


I heaved a sigh for the tenth time as Mom drove me to my new school, glancing out of the window. We barely exchanged words during breakfast, and Mom was giving me the cold shoulder. Sometimes, I couldn’t understand her; some days, she was chatty, while other days, she was quiet. I wondered if it was because she missed Dad. I missed him too. It had been a year already, but it felt like yesterday. I remembered our last day together when he promised to take us all out for dinner, which never happened. That was the end.

As the car came to a halt, I turned to Mom, unable to tolerate her silent treatment. She was the only family I had, and I always aimed to make her happy.

“Mom,” I said, hoping to catch her attention. She focused on me immediately.

“I know you’re doing this for my best interest. It’s not that I don’t want to listen to you. I just want to know why we’re rushing everything as if we’re on the run,” I voiced out.

She reached for my hand, which was resting on my lap, and took a deep breath. “Everything I’m doing is for your sake, dear. Trust your mother. Come on, we’ve arrived at your school,” she said as we stepped out of the car.

We walked through the big gate and into the school, with me following Mom’s lead. The school was way bigger than my previous one, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. We stopped in front of an office, and Mom knocked on the door.

“Come in,” a female voice resonated from inside.

Mom spared me a glance and nodded her head slightly, silently telling me to behave. A middle-aged woman welcomed us with a smile. “Good morning, Mrs. Greyson,” she greeted my mom.

“Good morning to you too, Mrs. Elizabeth. I’m finally here,” Mom replied, shaking the woman’s hand. They seemed to know each other.

I was standing there, my eyes darting from left to right, and they had completely forgotten about me. “Oh, sorry, I haven’t introduced my daughter. Rose,” Mom said, her voice filled with pride.

“Good morning, ma’am,” I said, throwing my greeting.

“Morning, dear. It’s good to see you. Your mother finally brought you to my school,” the woman said, turning to Mom and flashing her a smile.

“I’ve already made all the necessary preparations. Department of Human Resources, right?” Mrs. Elizabeth asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“All right. Your first lecture starts in the next fifteen minutes or so. You can go to the lecture. Your mom and I will finish the rest.”

“Here,” she handed me a leaflet. “This will help you find your way to the department. It consists of all the departments, and if you get lost, you can ask anyone. It won’t be hard to locate.”

“Thank you, ma’am. So, I will get going.”

“Take care, dear. Remember what I told you,” she said.

I only forced out a smile before walking out of the office. I released a sigh as soon as I was outside, checking the leaflet the woman gave me. From which direction should I start looking for the department of human resources? I’m not that good with locations. I might get lost on the way. However, it’s not bad to try.

I followed my instincts and went towards the right side. I was surprised to see the surroundings quiet. Maybe everyone was in class. As I walked a few miles, I began to see the department in view. A sigh left my lips.

“You made it, Rose!” I muttered to myself, letting out a grin.

“You’re new here?”

I literally flinched at the unfamiliar female voice behind me. I would say she looked around my height. Her blonde hair was done in two buns on the side. She blew out her bubble gum as she stared at me.

“Um… Yeah,” I let out, composing myself.

“I’m Nora, by the way.” She offered her hand out.

I was undoubtedly surprised by her actions. My eyes lingered on her outstretched hand for a while, then back to her. She raised her brows, urging me.

“I’m Rose, Rose Greyson.” I don’t even know why I told her my full name. I bet I’m used to it; whenever someone asked for my name, I told them my full name.

She shook my hand, which lasted for a few seconds. “Heading to that department?” she asked, gesturing to the department a few steps away from us.

“Yes, I was actually on my way there.”

“I’m also heading there.”

As we made our way toward the department, Nora began telling me about the school, the department, and her life. She told me everything about herself in less than ten minutes. I’m not usually the talkative one, especially when I’m in a new environment.

Nora pushed the entrance door open, and we almost bumped into someone. She didn’t even check what she had done and continued with her never-ending story. I managed to apologize to the person, forming my lips into a thin line.

“As I was saying, you will enjoy this school. Our department is known for intelligent and brilliant students. And you look like an intelligent person to me,” she said, walking while I followed her lead.

We stopped in front of a door with “Lecture Hall” written on top.

Nora turned to me. “Are you ready to start your new journey in the Human Resources Department?” she said.

Whether I’m ready or not, there’s no going back. I’m destined to be part of it.

“Yes,” was the only thing I let out of my mouth.

Nora pushed the door open, and my eyes were graced with a considerable number of people in the hall. It was quiet, and everyone was concentrating on the lecture. No one seemed to notice us. But then, that changed when the lecturer’s voice resonated out of the microphone, and all eyes turned to us.

“You are late again, Nora,” his voice echoed throughout the room.

I was nervous as hell and couldn’t look around. My face was fixed straight ahead.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Andrew. It won’t happen again,” Nora said.

“Of course, that’s what you always say. Very soon, I will suspend you from coming to my class.”


“I don’t want to hear any more apologies from you. Go get a seat.”

Nora pulled me by the wrist, and we grabbed the empty seats at the far end. Thank God for the projector and microphone the lecturer was using. Without them, I wouldn’t have been able to see or hear anything.

The lecture ended in an unpleasant way. Nora wouldn’t allow me to concentrate, whispering to me every now and then. She literally knew half of the guys in the class. Why must she be the first person I met?

“We have twenty minutes before our next class. Do you want to go grab a coffee?” Nora asked as we exited the lecture hall.

“Actually, I’m heading to the Dean’s office. I have to sign some papers,” I lied.

“It’s all right then. See you later.” Before I could reply, she sprinted away. 

I heaved a sigh of relief as I watched her disappear. “God saved you, Rose,” I muttered, finding my way out. I needed to get some fresh air. Just a few hours into school, yet I felt like I had spent ten hours.

I fished out my phone while I descended the three blocks of stairs outside the entrance. My mom had messaged me earlier, and I didn’t get to answer. I did that while walking.

“Ouch!” I hissed when a sharp pain shot through my chest. I rubbed the area smoothly. I barely took two more steps when the pain came again, this time feeling like a knife had been pierced into my heart. I tried to walk towards a bench, yet my legs were too weak to move.

“Argh!” I muffled out a not-so-loud shout when something struck my head like a lightning bolt. My hand was still secured on my heart area as I went down on my knees.


“Are you okay?” I heard faint unknown voices atop my head.

However, I was in so much pain I couldn’t look around my surroundings. My vision began turning blurry, and before I knew it, darkness engulfed me.


I opened my eyes to a blank, white ceiling, which was unfamiliar to me. I shifted my gaze to the side.

“You’re finally awake,” an unfamiliar guy said, smiling.

“Where am I? Who are you?” I bombarded him with questions all at once, trying to sit up. 

“No, don’t. Your body is still weak,” he said, gently pushing me back. And as he said, I was still weak and felt a little pain in my chest.

“Who are you?” I repeated, assessing him. He looked calm and composed yet alarming to me. 

“You don’t have to worry about who I am. Just rest, Miss Rose Greyson McCarthy.”

Like someone whose mind was being controlled, I listened to the stranger as he gave me instructions and closed my eyes, falling into yet another darkness of mine.

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