The Alpha's Perfect Find.

PROLOGUE

Cooking for you

Rubbing your back while you read,

Waiting for you on the porch till you come home

Taking your hand while you drive

Lighting all the candles before you come home

Staying up late to watch you sleep

Observing all the details

Did you hear my "I love you"?

Sending me flowers whenever you think of me

Planning our first vacation together, the place I like

Asking hundreds of questions about me

Engaging in long, deep talks that soothes me

Making more time for me than yourself

Showing me your weird comfortable side

Yes I heard your "I love you"

The way you wrap your arms around me

The way you look at me and smile at me

And I get lost in your pool of emeralds

The way you look for me first in the crowd

And the way I wait for you

We found each other

And we fit perfect

CHAPTER ONE

The wind blew my hair in all places and I felt like the main character.

The drive to Magnolia Springs in Alabama was just as I expected.

It was a time to reminisce and replay some of the happy memories I had left before everything came crashing down.

I took an intake of breathe. My heart felt relaxed for once.

I was going back home.

Where I was told I belonged.

I had to, it was the final bus stop for me.

I had gathered the heavy stuff I couldn't move and did a yard sale so I had enough cash to keep me going for the next months till I get a new job.

With all of the things I owned and some of my parents stuff crammed into the back seat and hood of my car I knew there's was no coming back for me.

The Woman I talked to a week ago before coming, Megan Kingston she said was her name. Sounded so nice and remembered my parents well when I brought them up.

I had told her I was coming back to my parents home, the one they had before they decided to move to the big city, I was coming back to stay.

Megan sounded excited to have me and had to call me yesterday night to make sure I hadn't changed my mind about coming.

Thanks to my Mum's Journal I had the address and some of the happy memories she had written down when she moved to stay with my dad in Alabama, I had them to hold with me.

With both dead parents, a college degree in arts, a bleak love life and being unemployed I wanted to be far away from the city as much as possible, away from the place I came back home to see my parents murdered in cold blood.

Sighing when I saw the sign post that read "Welcome to Magnolia Springs" I slowed down to check my map.

The google Map on my phone ended at that particular sign and now I had to ask for directions to my parents house.

I stopped my car to a crawl, looking at the wide yards and houses around.

Driving really slow now in hopes of meeting someone, my faith worked out for me.

I saw a truck parked at the side of a farm, the bonnet was opened and a figure turned out to be working on it.

I pulled over slowly next to him and the figure peeked out from the hood of the car blocking him from the sun.

It was a he and he was shirtless.

"Hello, Good noon I'm new around, pls do you know the directions to the Coleman's House?" I asked with a slightly loud voice hoping he'd hear me.

"Uh yeah, it's right after the church, you go straight up and take the first two left turns.

"Alright, Thank you"

I had my foot on the pedal ready to follow the directions before he stopped me.

"Hazel Coleman?"

He knew me !????

Should I be alarmed?

"Who's asking?"

He walked closer to my passenger window and crouched, squinting from the sun and tying to get a good look at me.

Man he was jacked, felt like he was flaunting it.

"Tristan Harris" he said and stretched his hand for a handshake.

"Megan told us about your coming, she's been eagerly waiting for you"

He knew Megan, I started to relax

"Okay... Hey Tristan"

I knew I was a genetic build of the werewolf creatures and a human, and I knew when I decided to move over to this area, I was venturing into a pack of werewolves I knew nothing about.

And I knew I stood talking to a fine looking werewolf at that moment.

My parents never told me about them and never had the "perfect time " to ever tell me about their origins. I had to read about them and I had little to no knowledge about them except the information the internet provided.

Hell, I didn't even know if I was one. I had not felt any mate pull or had any reaction to consider I was shifting.

Now I was having a conversation with this sweet looking hunk of a man and he looked to good to be considered anything less of an Alpha.

If he turned out be then I guessed I ventured into clear waters.

"So I was working on my trunk and I was rounding up before you came along and if you wouldn't mind I'd love to show you the way to where you're headed, you know make it easier for you".

Okay, I ventured into clear waters

"That'd be helpful, thank you"

He gave me a small smile and headed back for his truck. He was handsome.

The drive to my parents house wasn't as long as I expected and we got there in about 10 minutes.

With Tristan's truck at the front we both pulled up to the driveway of the house almost at the same time.

We both came out of our respective vehicles at the same time and stood back to inspect the place.

It was a Small Manor house. With evergreen trees standing tall, I could also hear a lake flowing from somewhere behind the trees, but the house looked abandoned.

It looked like the house I would always tell my mum I wanted to live in. It looked liked peace.

I had no idea why they had to leave here. Now I have to live the rest of my life looking for answers and waking up in cold sweats some night because of the last image I had of them.

I walked towards the entrance and Tristan followed behind. The place looked like it had too much dust and things I would want to avoid looking at or touching.

"I hate to break it to you..." Tristan's voice brought me out of my reverie and I turned to face him.

"It's what we use as a store house now, we tried moving the things inside over the weekend but everyone was so busy we couldn't finish it on time before your arrival"

"Hmmm" I replied not knowing what to say

Ugh! This wasn't what I had in mind. I just had to settle for a hotel this night before working on the house tomorrow. I have big plans for the designing of this place, all my paintings would come to life here.

I was going to check out the place tomorrow but for now I had to rest my head and plan for tomorrow

"Are there any hotels around"? I asked

"Actually Megan planned on you staying at the pack house on tonight and by tomorrow we'll get our men to work the house for you"

These people were thoughtful, I really needed to rest my head. It was past 4 in the evening.

"Oh, that's nice. it's high time I meet her anyways" I said lowly looking round the compound. My designs for the area and the house arranged themselves in my head.

"You're not much of a talker are you?" Tristan was looking pointedly at me.

In the few minutes we'd spent together he was beginning to notice how my talks were little and monosyllabic.

I smiled a little "I tend to keep to myself most times"

He nodded and motioned towards our cars "Hmm, alright... after you Miss"

Alabama sun was something else and I stared to pack my long curly hair that I had let down all day into a bun as I headed to my car. I wanted fresh air for my neck .

When I got to my car and opened the door, I saw Tristan staring at me from behind as he headed for his truck.

When he saw I had caught him staring he turned away and entered his truck.

I also wanted to pay no attention to him, It's best he has no ideas up his head, I wasn't ready for any of that.

The drive to the pack house was even shorter.

This rich looking community seemed rather quiet. I'm guessing everyone were off to doing what they do by that time.

The driveway to the house brought the house in view. It was big, rather big, another Manor.

The pack house was a big Manor. Worthy to be called a pack house because of the size and the intricate designs.

Twice the size of my parents manor.

"Welcome to the Kingston's house, a.k.a the pack house" Tristan said as we both shut the door to our vehicles and headed for the porch.

I marveled at the building, it looked like something out of a novel. The stone work, the trees and the fountains, it looked like old money, it smelt of riches.

Tristan headed inside and I followed behind hot on his heels.

We went inside the receiving parlor and it was much more than what I had seen outside. The mixture of modern souvenirs and ancient artifacts gave the room a whole exquisite vibe, This was art.

The arrangements of the room and the design on the high ceiling brought a smile to my face and probably left my mouth hanging open.

"Hazel this is Alpha Caine Kingston" Tristan's voice broke my admiration of the house.

He had done that enough in the last few minutes I had known him - bringing me out of my thoughts.

I stopped my marveling immediately and my head whipped to who Tristan was talking about.

There in the corner of the receiving parlor he stood watching me. I felt a pang of shame this new man had seen me with my mouth open looking at his house that way.

He walked towards us and i stopped the worship of the manor to marvel at him. This was definitely the Alpha of the pack. His stance and walk screamed superiority.

As he walked towards us my eyes glued unto him, I felt my body tingle. I had no idea what was happening to me. I was flustered.

When he got close enough I came close to his green pools of eyes that looked at me like he was looking at my soul, his rosy lips that looked so soft, a sharp pointed nose and a chiseled jaw line and his small stubble made him look like a Greek god.

His neck length hair packed in a little bun behind his head and strands falling out of place made him look even better.

His build, his arms, I knew I would gladly run into them. This man was built to protect. I wanted him to protect me, what exactly he was protecting me against, I had no idea.

"Caine, this is Hazel Coleman" I felt giddy on the inside

"Hmm, The rouge" the voice was as I expected but his words were not.

Every excitement I had stopped abruptly

"Excuse you??" My eyes widened.

He walked so intimidatingly towards me and when he stood in front of me, he whispered to me "I hope you know you're not welcomed here"

I was too stunned to speak

I could only stare at him, the whole worship I had of him a while ago in my head slowly vanished.

He held my stare and looked at me blankly.

"Caine!" An elderly man had come into the scene and he looked like an older version of Caine. He seemed to have heard what Caine told me and chided him.

Caine didn't turn back, but he side stepped me and went for a handshake with Tristan who stood witnessing what was happening.

"I'm heading out dad, gotta work on those new pipes"

This was in-fact the Elder Kingston.

Caine wasted no time heading out for his truck.

"Come back home early for dinner honey" A woman's voice called from upstairs and it echoed in the parlor.

"Tristan, you coming?" Caine called from outside.

Tristan who didn't follow him when he went outside stood watching me.

Tristan looked at me one last time and gave me a small smile before heading outside with to meet Caine in his truck.

It was like they were all used to this unhappy human named Caine living amongst them and they had no other choice but to tolerate him.

"Thank you Tristan" the woman called out to a retreating Tristan for bringing me to the house.

"Anytime Megan"

Then the Woman came down the stairs.

She looked stunning in her ruffled floral gown and Chanel heels, and her green eyes illuminated under the light, I could see where Caine got his. This woman looked no older that 40.

I instantly wanted to be like her when I grew older, she was gorgeous.

"Hazel, darling how was the trip I've been waiting forever for you" She walked up to me, arms opened for hug.

"It was fine, thank you" finally able to speak,I fell into her embrace, she felt warm. I missed my mum.

"I'm sorry about that" The man pointed at Caine's truck outside. "He usually has his pants up in a knot when he meets new people"

"David Kingston" the elder Kingston gave his outstretched hand out. With a buzz cut full of grey hair, I instantly knew why Megan was with this man. He looked like a middle aged version of Channing Tatum.

"Hazel Coleman" I took his hand, it felt like my dad's. Warm and big.

"I know enough about you already from my wife who hasn't met you before, she could even write a biography about you. She's been on your arrival all week"

"Stop it David you don't have to put me like that" she laughed and playfully hit him on the shoulder.

They had that same playfulness my parents had.

"Come honey, since you'd be spending time with us for the next few days, let's show you round the house and get you settled in"

"I'll go get your bags" David offered and Megan steered me towards the stairs.

I was too tired to protest, they had everything figured out.

She took my hand and walked with me while David headed outside for my bags.

Walking further inside the house I took one final look from the window at Caine's now retreating truck pulling from the driveway with Tristan's behind his, and the last minute replayed in my head.

The realization that I came to live with Primordial Lycans who I wasn't sure one of them wanted me here hit me one last time, now I wasn't too sure I ventured into clear waters.

"Would you please hand me some nails from that bag and also the board lying there?"

I slipped on some gloves and and scooped some nails to hand over to Tristan who was standing on a ladder trying to fix a hole in the wall.

"Can you move it, or you need some help" Tristan was asking about the weight of the board I was about to carry.

"Tristan If you'd look closely, I'm more built than it looks"

I was making an attempt at making a joke after we've been working all morning.

He stopped what he was doing and look down at me. He had a full blown smile

"Oh really, flex your arm or take your shirt off, I need to see your sleeper build"

Ohh he was flirting, this wasn't what I planned.

"Uhhhh, I don't.... I" I was stuttering???

"Just hand me the nails Hazel" he got me where any man would want a woman - speechless.

His looks and his smile and the flirting had that effect on me.

I silently gave him the nails and left the room.

I could feel his smile on my back as I left hurriedly with pink cheeks.

We had had a long day of fixing and cleaning, before I arrived in the morning Tristan was already waiting for me downstairs, he said he had a free day and would like to assist me in fixing the house.

When we got to my parents house, there were already some people -pack members- moving things and I made new friends.

They all welcomed me but the one person who wanted to keep talking to me was Leslie, mid noon when she brought lunch for her wife we bonded, she was gay and she was mated to Kyla, another person who joined in on working on the house.

Leslie was half Asian and half American, she was chubby with long dark hair and had a wide smile when she laughed. She and Kyla had met in New York during a "One Direction" concert.

She told me it was love at first sight and she blushed all through the narration as she told me, you could tell she was still hooked.

Leslie gave me the names of almost everyone present and the ones who had mates.

She explained that the children were off to school and that was why I hadn't met her child.

After I left Tristan, I went to look for Leslie. Something to make me forget the embarrassing conversation I put myself in a while ago.

I found her in the kitchen with Kyla, they were engaged in a conversation that had the both of them smiling like lovestruck teenagers. I didn't want to ruin their moment and I turned to head outside.

She spotted me immediately before I made my move and gave Kyla a quick kiss before heading towards me, Kyla gave me a little wave and I waved back.

"Where are you off to"? Leslie asked

"We're almost finished with fixing broken walls and stuffs, I wanted to head out to get paint"

"You're really eager to move in soon"

"Yeah, I'd rather be here than look at Caine's face everyday" I said remembering the first encounter with Alpha Caine.

"Oh my God, what do you mean"?? Leslie was wide eyed.

"He sounded like a jerk when he talked to me yesterday"

"I find that hard to believe, Caine is so sweet and drop dead gorgeous, if I didn't have Kyla I'd agree to be his pet" I gave Leslie a side eye.

"Girl that's gross" I made a slight disgusting face but I knew she wasn't far from the truth. He was all that, not the sweet part though. He was still a smug jerk to me

"Doesn't matter, I guess Caine's just grumpy because he has not found his mate, and the Kingston family is just another breed entirely, have you seen his brother"

That was new. In the last 40 plus hours I had been here nobody had mentioned him.

"He has a brother?"

Leslie's face dropped like she had said something she wasn't supposed to.

Before she could answer, a Range Rover SUV truck roared from ahead and pulled up to the drive way.

It was Caine's truck, the one he left in yesterday.

Speak of the devil.

"What is he doing here"?

"What is Alpha Caine doing in his own pack"??? Leslie Scoffed and faked a surprise look. She had emphasis on the "Alpha" and made sure I got the message.

It was his pack, he governed them and he could be wherever he wanted to be. Everything here was his.

We both stood watching and waiting for it's occupants to alight.

Megan was the first to come out of the truck. Oh saving grace.

"Hey baby, how are you liking the change"? She called from the doorway of the truck.

"It's looking cool all thanks to everyone" I looked like a proud house owner when I pointed to the change.

"Leslie How's my beany penny" she was asking about Leslie and Kyla's daughter Penelope.

"As lovely as she's always been" Leslie replied

Caine sat still in the truck, he was watching me. I could feel his eyes and I had no idea why I was getting heated. My insides were jittery and I was feeling a progressive heat from my stomach heading for my core.

I covertly watched him from where I stood

I was supposed to be hating this man, this man who embarrassed me yesterday but my body was betraying me.

Megan's loud voice brought me back from my reverie.

"I brought food for everyone and Caine also brought Paint"

What???!!

"Paint?" Was all I could say, I never told him or Megan I wanted paint. I might have let that slip in my conversation with Tristan. That sexy betrayer.

I and Leslie headed towards the truck

"Uh I was going to do that myself" I said loud enough for him to hear

"Tristan called and told him you said something about white and grey paint, Caine was in town so he decided to do the honors" Megan clarified what I already had an idea on.

I was doing everything to avoid him so what In the world was he thinking. I wasn't about to start being all soft on him after the stunt he pulled yesterday.

He clearly didn't want me -a human- here so what was this act of kindness.

He picked that moment to finally move from his still position in the car and come out.

I looked pointedly at him standing with his hand on the door of his side opened.

"What if I had changed my mind on the colors I wanted"

"We'll you have no choice now" he slammed the door shut and turned away.

Rugged yet beautiful he headed to the back of the truck and hoisted the large cans of paint and walked past me inside the house, my eyes bulged the same way the veins on his large arms bulged when he did that.

The Nerve of this man. My eyes followed his movements inside the house, I wanted to curse at him, but I was too calm of a person to do that.

Megan and Leslie who stood watching our little confrontation both decided to act oblivious. Megan had a small smile on her face and Leslie did everything to avoid looking at me.

He was unbelievable, why did they find that entertaining.

With a subtle clearing of throat Megan held Leslie's hand and pulled her to the back of the truck. "Come help take this to the men"

Leslie without saying another word, took a basket and headed inside and then it was just me and Megan who became so interested in arranging the food baskets all of a sudden.

"I feel like an outsider here" Megan's whole business stopped. Caine was getting to me and I had to tell her.

"You are not and you don't look like an outsider sweetie, Trust me if anybody says otherwise, they would have me to deal with" she said playfully but I think she meant it.

"But I think this area is for the pack members, the werewolves and such" I protested

"It's for the pack and werewolves and you my dear Hazel are one of us, now stop worrying about things that don't shouldn't bother you and help me take these stuff inside" she took a basket, smiled at me and walked gracefully away.

She met Caine coming out of the door and it looked like she whispered something to him.

He looked up his sharp jawline set and walked so tall and sophisticated towards his truck and me.

Hazel get a grip, he was out for me and I needed to not fawn over him whenever I saw him.

I started to panic, Where was Leslie when I needed her, probably eating the face of Kyla somewhere else.

The Plaid jacket and white tee outlined his body so well I could almost envision his body naked. He's all man.

I looked at the baskets eager to avoid looking at him and tried to pick the easiest one to carry, I didn't have the strength these werewolves had.

Caine came around the back of the truck and seemed to catch on what I was debating about.

He took one of the food baskets, the lighter one it seemed because he picked it up and set it on the ground so effortlessly.

"I could've done that" I wasn't no damsel in distress.

He looked at me and scoffed " We don't want you here, you're not supposed to be here"

That wasn't a nice answered gave to me who was trying to show my prowess. He didn't beat around the bush either.

I looked at his facial profile, the sun making his features seem more prominent like he was carved from marble. His eyes stared and me so cold, beautiful and unyielding.

He looked like he was ready to attack me.

I felt myself starting to get teary.

"Don't waste your time trying to get used to us or blend in, you're not one of us and will never be, everyone is doing this because of your Father, he was our own"

I wanted to tell him to stop, ask him why he was being this way to me. But my voice could only come out in a whisper when I said:

"Just stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours"

I looked for an escape route as I tried to hide my almost falling tears.

Forgoing the food basket, I headed towards the tress that surrounded the house as fast as my legs could carry.

Alpha Caine clearly didn't want me in the Moonstone Pack.

It was past midnight, but I couldn't sleep.

I was draped in my night robe, sitting at my window pane looking at the stars and the ever glowing moon.

I tried to push out the events of the day out of my head.

Push out Caine. I hated him, the vile words he told me. I hated him for that.

Tristan came to find me later sitting by the lake I had found. In my teary wander I came across this opening that led to the lake.

The water was so clear and the rocks were smooth. That was where I sat till Tristan came calling for me.

He made silly jokes, made me laugh and I couldn't help but wonder why he was mateless.

My tears and sniffing had died down by then so I didn't really know if he noticed what mess his Alpha made of me.

He invited me to the lunch Megan and asshole Caine had brought and I decided to leave with him.

When I went back to the house with him, I engaged in conversations with almost everyone and ate while avoiding Caine.

I was finally at ease when he left with a blondie who loudly greeted everyone and made Leslie grumble whenever she said hi to anyone.

Leslie told me she and Caine had a sorta thing going on. Tatiana was her name and she was Tristan's sister and she looked the perfect fit for a person like Caine.

Tristan didn't look all happy to see her latching on to Caine and Megan was just the mum she was to everyone at that moment.

A hidden part of me felt a tug deep when I saw her wrap her arm around him smiling at him, and I turned away.

Making up my mind, I was going to do everything to stay away from him because if he made me cry again I was going to swing my fists and dent his perfect face.

Coming back to my present situation, I sighed and wanted to do something to pass time before sleep came for me.

I carried my phone not knowing if I should go through it or play some music, so I dropped it.

Also concluding Social media and technology wouldn't really do anything for me right now.

I needed a glass of warm milk or water. Something to calm me down.

Resolving for just water because I wanted to forgo the whole heating up the milk process, I headed downstairs.

As I passed Caine's room I noticed his door was opened a crack.

I wanted to pay no heed as to the reason for that. So I continued my descent downstairs.

I went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water. After taking my fill I refilled it again so I wouldn't have to come down for more again.

Heading up again, when I got closer to Caine's room I heard grunts. I didn't know if those were grunts of pleasure or pain, but he sure was going through it.

I knew people were into those painful sex kinda thing but this didn't sound like it.

I wanted to go back to my room but I wanted to be sure he was fine and not being smothered even though he should be after all he had done to me in the last 48hrs.

I stooped at his door and pushed his door opened and found the door to his balcony also opened, the soft breeze blowing the curtains in.

His room was dim lit but it screamed of richness under the low light.

The moonlight was streaming in through the opened doors.

My eyes adjusted and I could see his form lying in bed.

He was topless and and lying almost curled on his side.

The sheets had ridden all the way down and I was relieved to see that he's still wearing his pajama pants.

The muscles of his arms and shoulders were bunching. Caine Kingston was jacked. And his skin glistened in the moonlight.

His neck length curls pooled on the bed and some strands stuck to the sweat on his face. Goodness he was beautiful.

Even in the dim light I could see his body was a work of art, I couldn't understand why he had to be a hater to me .

He grows quiet for a minute, then his grunts turned into groans quickly and he starts thrashing about again.

He was having a nightmare.

I knew first hand what the experience was and how terrifying it could be. It made this hunk of a man feel look like a scared child.

"No..... Caleb.... Stop"

Caleb?? Wasn't that his brother?.

I'm a few feet away from him and I'm glued to my spot with a glass of water in my hand.

Then he started sobbing "Caleb.... Please no.... I don't want to"

Oh my God he was having a nightmare about his brother, I had to wake him up a part of me didn't want to keep seeing him in such pain, I put my glass of water on a nearby table and went straight for him.

"Caine" I tapped his shoulder, his skin was smooth and warm to my touch.

Slowly I leaned towards his ear and whispered "it's a dream" immediately I said those words he calms down.

His body relaxes and his breathe evens out.

Okay, it was time to flee

I was about to ease myself out of the bed when he suddenly held my hand. His grip firm but soft.

"Mine" I looked at his face, he was still sleeping.

"You came for me" He mumbles

I wanted to whisper something of assurance to him but I didn't know what to say. My head was blank but my heart filled with warmth.

This man was going to do something to me that would either be my undoing or end. I looked up to the ceiling and sighed.

I breathed in and lowered myself onto his body, he noticed my movement and pulled me closer to him.

Almost engulfing me.

I had no idea what I Was doing and why.

I heard a low breathy "you're here" and his breathe evened out.

I'm laying on his bed with my ass pressed against his crotch and his face pressed against my hair, he breathed in my hair and murmurs something again.

My body is enveloped with warmth, My heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest .While he's fallen into a deep peaceful sleep.

I close my eyes as the warmth of his body rippled through mine, right now felt good.

It was going to hurt both of us at dawn. Because he was going to go back to being a jerk to me and I was still going to plan on leaving my hand print on his face if he made me emotional enough to cry again.

I laid with him for a while and thought about a lot of other things to distract myself from his hot breathe on my neck while his hold on me lessened.

The sensible part of me kicked in and screamed "Get out , get out now, don't walk run"

I had spent enough minute to be able to wiggle out of his hold without him noticing.

I pry his strong arms off me and slipped out of the bed, and then I stood watching him.

He was a sight to behold, I wanted to run my hands through his silky hair and keep watching him in his relaxed state.

Wasn't going to help me in any way, I took my glass of water and silently left him room. This time around I made sure I clicked the door shut to avoid any more interference.

I was about heading for my room when I saw Megan standing few feets away in the hallway. She looked like a goddess with her silk robe and bed hair scattered in all places. My breathe cut in my throat, This family had to be cut from Vogue.

We both stood watching each other, I was too stunned to speak, what was going to be my explanation?

I was confused and looking for the right thing to say until she smiled

"I used to do that for him, Thank you" she said softly

"It's nothing" I breathed a sigh of relief but concerned at the same time that she just confirmed Caine was dealing with something bigger than the world saw.

"You're his erasthai" she sighed and said out of nowhere.

Confused was an understatement, the word sounded foreign.

"Uh, what's that"

But instead of answering me she sighed a looked ready to leave.

"We have a long day tomorrow, Halle get some rest" she shook her head a little and smiled walking away to her room.

I was his erasthai? Shrugging I headed back to my room, sleep finally getting ahold of me.

But before I gave up to the arms of sleep, I couldn't help but wonder.

What did that mean.

Erasthai.