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A/N: Song "Dear No One" by Tori Kelly. 



The edited version of this book is being updated under the name "That's Inappropriate, Mr. King."




Anna  

The night had slipped away. How long had it been since the last time I felt like this? Have I ever felt this way before? This is a new beginning, right? Why did it feel more like the end? The end of everything I was used to and the end of everything I had hoped for. So many events had led to this point in my life and I was honestly terrified of what is yet to come.

When the alert was given, I could not help but smile. This was what I had been waiting for. I ran toward the door. However, we are not at this point in the story just yet. Our story began some time ago.

As most stories, mine started with a change and what a change it was.

4:30 AM... I opened my eyes to the hideous sound that dared wake me up so early. Just kidding. The alarm was in radio mode. The song was pretty cool. Great, now I am going to end up hating all popular music thanks to this brilliant idea.

I stretched on my bed not bothering stand up or turning off the alarm. Whatever I had to do could not be more important than my beauty sleep. Alex burst through my bedroom's door looking annoyed. "Anna! Your radio has been blasting rock for almost an hour now!"

"Sorry, I swear it was pop when I set the station yesterday." I threw him a pillow.

"Very mature. That is not the point! You have a plane to catch in... 2 hours." He sounded alarmed but I was too sleepy to care.

"Do I really have to go? Can't I just stay with you forever? I love your cooking." I pulled the sheet over my face.

"Two words little sister, your mate."

I immediately sprung out of my bed. My mate! Just the thought of him or her made a silly smile appear on my face. I will find you my dear mate and when I do it, I will love you, and treasure you and steal your food and your hoodies. I laughed at my own ramble.

I got in the shower and shivering as the cold water stung my skin. It had been over a year since I started looking for my mate. I should have started since I was eighteen, but I had much growing to do, I still had.

Usually coming to age parties were held when a female wolf turns eighteen and all unmated wolves were invited. The female was introduced to society and hopefully, she could find her mate among the attendants. If this did not happen, after her own party, she was able to attend other parties in hopes of finding her mate.

I had never attended a coming of age party... I lost my parents when I was a baby. Even though they were not in the best financial situation, my human parents took me in and loved me as their own child. Gosh, I missed them so much.

I walked out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I took my toothbrush from the vanity and put some toothpaste on it. My mind was clouded with thoughts. My life was about to change. It was just as that day when I shifted for the first time. Hopefully, it won't be as traumatic.

I grew up without the knowledge that werewolves existed. I had run away from home in fear of hurting my human family when I was ten years old. I foolishly had run and run until I'd been deep into rogue territory.

I sighed and walked out of the bathroom. My gaze landed on the family portrait on my nightstand. I picked it up and smile at the picture. My werewolf parents, Alex and I were wearing ugly Christmas sweaters. I was so lucky for being found and adopted by the Alpha of the Silver Fang Pack. I chuckled. I should take this picture with me.

My brother came into my room again. I clutched my towel and threw him another pillow. "I am getting dressed over here!"

He mumbled something along the lines of "like I would want to look at that..." and took my bags downstairs. I finished getting ready and sadly missed breakfast to be on time for my flight.

I said goodbye to everyone that was awake so early. Of course, my dear best friend was still sleeping. Did she really love me? I barged into her room, jumped on her bed and pulled her into a hug.

"What the fuck are you doing? Didn't you see me happily sleeping?" She growled at me.

Wow and I thought I got grumpy when someone woke me up.

"I am leaving, stupid. Thank for your concern anyway; I feel the love."

"I planned you a whole goodbye dinner with everyone you have ever been close to here! I even made sure that people you hate were not invited and posted cool pictures for you, but you HAD to keep giving me shots until you got me drunk! Do not think I don't realize I made a fool out of myself yesterday and do not make me begin with today's hangover. I feel like shit!"

I chuckled and hugged her tightly. "I love youuuuu..."

"Anna! I swear if you miss this flight I will let you in the airport waiting for the next available flight alone!" My brother yelled using his Alpha voice.

Talk about abusing authority...

"Goodbye woman of my life. I will miss our nights of passion... Reading wattpad without really talking to each other," she said dramatically.

"You will come visit me during the breaks, right? You promised!"

"Yes, but you come here as well. Your pack will be missing you!"

"Okay okay..."

Again, my brother's whiny voice reached my ears. "Anna! I give you 5 seconds!"

"Whoa, this guy seriously needs a chill pill," I whispered.

"I heard that!"

"It was on purpose! Well, duty calls. Bye, my love. I will miss you every day... Except on weekends, weekends are for sleeping, sorry."

"Just hurry up!" She hit me with a pillow.

"Chao Elena!"

"Bye Anna!"

I ran downstairs. My brother was already waiting for me in the car. I got into the car quietly. A lone tear ran down my face as the pack house became smaller in the distance.

My brother turned to me. "Are you excited? You may finally meet your mate"

"I will definitely meet my mate!" My wolf was really excited about this but she was still silent; I had asked her to give me some time to do this on my own. I didn't want to feel that I did it just for her. Finding my mate is important for me too. "And yes. Of course, I am excited but you know how much I love this place that I have been calling home for 12 years."

"I really admire this about you. You are giving up so many things to find your better half. It is commendable. Where is the party girl and heartbreaker I am used to calling sister? Are you getting old?" He smirked giving me a side glance.

I gave him my fuck-you stare. "I do not need to be reminded about that, thank you. Even if my life was 'perfect,' I could not help but feel empty without my mate."

I looked out of the window. I was truly giving up everything for this, I had just graduated college and got offered a high paying job, my dream high paying job. I sighed and shook my head. I double majored in electrical engineering and math. I was going to miss my friends--werewolves, and humans.

We were now almost at the border of the pack territory. My precious pack... They were my family. They took me in when I was scared and did not understand anything of what was happening. Father raised me as his daughter and gave me the best older brother a girl could ever ask for.

I looked at my brother and sighed. "You know that I love you, right? I would never leave you if there was another way."

"I know. I know. Everyone knows. Even the Moon Goddess knows. We have searched for your mate in every near pack for so long. I really think your mate must be in or at least near your old pack."

"Gosh, this is going to be so weird. I mean, that is technically my parents' pack, not mine. I never really got to be with them."

"I know. Now the most important part..." He was changing the topic. "you get to do adult stuff..."

I gave him a sarcastic side smile. "I know what you are talking about. Things like... waking up for work..."

"Paying bills," he said.

"Cooking and cleaning." I looked at my feet, defeated.

"Even better. You are going to teach at a high school! A freaking high school!" He laughed pointing his finger at me.

"Hey. It's not that bad. I wasn't expected much from such a small town."

"Sis. I know. The thing is, you will have to act like a real adult. You have to be serious and forget about your unfunny and politically incorrect jokes and sarcastic remarks."

"HEY! I am a real adult! I can still be sarcastic, I think."

"You are so gonna get sued. At least it is a werewolf high school so as soon as you see a parent and a lawyer call me! I will have a lawyer ready for you 24/7 and use my contacts to get you out of trouble."

"Wow, hold your horses. I knew you had little faith in me but this is offensive, and if you must know I already have a plan." I put my angry face off but I cannot hold back the laughter. "Ok, if I send you SOS code green, so be ready!"

"Shouldn't it be code red?" He looked with a confused look on his face.

"Nooo, dude. I fuck*ng hate green. Red is nice."

"OK. I guess." He looked down at his green t-shirt and let out a sigh. "What is the brilliant plan anyway?"

"Remember when I took acting classes in college?"

"...Yes"

"Well, I'll act the part of a responsible adult. Once I meet my mate, only they will see the real me."

"That is going a little overboard, don't you think?"

I stared at him with a blank expression. Was he serious? I did have many friends, but so many people found my personality abrasive. People either love or hate you, Elena had said. Such a cliche phrase, but life had shown over and over again that for every friend I made, someone else disliked me. 

Rivals, some people would call them, but it wasn't like that, really. It wasn't possible for a person to be liked by everyone. I wasn't a gold coin. I had learned to focus on the bright side.

"Well, knowing you. I guess it makes sense." And he finally got it.

We arrived at the airport and quickly said our goodbyes before I bolted to my plane. I wasted time in the security check and almost lost my flight. Yes, I almost lost the plane because of the security check. 

Now, I had three hours to think about my new life.

I was leaving a big city to move to the countryside. Not to mention, I was nervous about teaching. My personality was pretty much the same since high school. If only I could really be friends with my students, but that was inappropriate. I had to be their teacher and act as a role model and all of that.

I sighed. Me? A role model? Just yesterday I had transformed my goodbye dinner into a crazy party as soon as the elders left. I smiled thinking about it. I was surprised I have not collapsed from tiredness. Sleeping would be the smartest choice now, but there was no way I could do that.

I was about to meet my mate. I could feel it. How would my mate be? Probably around my age. It would be great if mate had studied something from the STEM field as well. We would have things in common. But, even if I found the complete opposite of myself, I wouldn't care. 

Just being able to be near him or her would make me finally complete. Rank or looks didn't matter because the Moon Goddess herself had chosen my other half. I trusted her.

Experience had taught me that. I had dated so many people and never been able to find a real connection with them. Elena said that I was addicted to romance. I loved the beginning of relationships, but as soon as there is a problem that ruins my perfect idea of romance, I ran away.

Please Moon Goddess, let my mate love me as I am. Some males were obsessed with the idea of having a pure mate. As if sexual experience somehow tarnished women, made them dirty. Other females were much more understanding. I didn't want to feel dirty. Not long ago, I started to believe in mates, when the aching in my soul just got worse and worse. 

I reached a point in which being with anyone else didn't make me feel anything. On the contrary, I felt disgusted with myself. That is why two years and a half ago, I decided to learn to love myself and be with myself.

I should have only focused on my mate from the beginning. Gosh, what kind of personality did my soulmate have? What kind of food did they eat? Did mate know how to dance? I chuckled. 

I might have to teach mate how to dance. I dance salsa, merengue, bachata and even reggaetón if I get drunk enough. I have Latin American blood running through my veins, and my human parents were a Puerto Rican couple. Dancing just came naturally.

Would my mate like how I look like?  Confident, was a word usually used to describe me. But, a nervous little bitch was much more fitting at the moment. I looked different to regular werewolves. While they were all tall with weird colored eyes and model-like figures--the epitome of perfection--I was short with regular brown eyes and a hair weak against humidity.

Visiting some packs was walking among finally perfectly balanced wax figures. I always felt more comfortable with humans; they weren't as numerous anymore. Hopefully, I was beautiful enough.

 I felt an urge to cheek my horrible dark circles and hair once again. I pulled out my cell phone and checked the frontal camera. I giggled at my reflection. I was very raccoon looking again. My skin was just tan enough for my gorgeous dark circles to pop out. I needed to get some sleep. 

Someone cleared her throat beside me. I put my phone away and gave the judging lady to my right a sheepish smile. She must be one of those crazy people who think that the plane would fall and crash just for opening your phone's camera app.

Caleb

I woke up with some girl latched onto my body. I looked at her sleeping face but I could not come out with a name to put on it. At least she is hot, her body that is.

I remember the most important pieces of last night. I went to a party with my friends and each of us got home with a gorgeous girl. To be honest, her face does not look nearly as good as yesterday. I am not sure if it is the lack of makeup or the fact that I am no longer drunk; First and last time I ever drink. I got out of the bed and she woke up. 

"Babe? Where are you going?"  she asked groggily. 

"I am sure I said I am not your babe yesterday. I have some stuff to do. If you are hungry you can grab something from the kitchen." 

I dashed into the bathroom and locked the door. Not giving her time to answer. I looked at myself in the mirror. I look what you could say boyish. I have light blue eyes, almost a matte color and brown hair. Some facial hair has been making an appearance lately and I have grown quite a bit this past year. I almost look like an adult. Keyword being almost. But I like it this way. My birthday is in four months. Then, I will meet my mate and will probably have to stay with only her for the rest of my life, so I should have some fun before.

'What do you mean probably?' My wolf growled. 

Yes, probably. If I am going to be the Alpha my Luna has to be perfect otherwise I will just reject her and find a more suitable Luna. She must be perfect.

'I really hope you grow up in these months. You better not hurt our mate.' 

I brushed my teeth and took a shower. When I went back to my room the girl was nowhere to be found. At least she gets the message. I threw some clothes on and walked to the kitchen. My two best friends were there. A member of the pack had made breakfast.

 My friends had made sure that the girls ate something quick and left. One of the advantages of having a room at the pack house is that I do not need to bring girls to the Alpha's house.

My parents are very traditional and strict and they firmly believe that the mate bond is sacred and should be respected.  So, they really do not approve of me sleeping around, but it is my life. 

Tomorrow is the first day of school. I am actually a good student, even though most people assume I am just the school's "bad boy."

I enjoy learning and I am forced to go anyway so I might as well invest my time in something useful. I heard from my father that there is a new Math teacher. I wonder how she is? Hopefully, she will be a hot teacher. I guy can only dream.

A/N: The following is a rant resulted from months and months of annoyance. You are free to go to the next chapter.

Here is a puppy:

So the legend goes... In some mysterious lands (many Latin American Countries), the spelling of the word ciao, which was borrowed from the Italian language, was changed to chao.

Other Spanish-speaking countries decided to keep it with its original spelling, while other regions even modified it to chau. This is something called regionalism.

The dictionary of the RAE accepts the spelling ciao and chao as correct. I refuse to change something so representative of a culture such as regionalisms. I really didn't think people would get so hung up on a word when Google is so readily available.

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