**Authors Note: Hi everyone, this is the first time I have ever even tried to write a story. I am really nervous actually about posting it. I hope everyone enjoys reading it. And please let me know if I should work on something more to help make the next chapters better. Comments are always welcomed***
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Beep Beep Beep.
Rolling out of bed, I couldn't believe it was Monday already. Where on earth has my weekend gone? Oh yea, busy as usual working. Once I finally stood up, I couldn't help but stretch, trying to awaken my sleeping muscles. Heading over to my bathroom as quietly as I can—since it is only 4:00 am—I begin preparations for the day I have ahead of me. It has been already 5 months since I started my new job at the hospital. It was tough at first waking up every morning at 4:00 but I did finally get used to it. And that's not even the best part! The hospital is honestly just 3 blocks from my house! I couldn't ask for anything better then that! Even though I don't start work till 5:00, I still have to get up a whole hour early, because I am honestly slow at getting ready. I slowly make my way back to my bedroom, still being quiet, so that I don't wake up the rest of my family. Eh, I don't mind being 23 years old and still living at home with my family. Besides, it's not as if I can afford being on my own—since I am a full time student and working only part time.
I lay out a new pair of scrubs to wear on my bed, as I now need to figure out what the hell to do with my hair. Who am I kidding? I will just end up leaving it down or pulling my hair up by the sides. There is nothing more I can really do since I had my hair cut. Walking to my closet, so that I can grab my shoes, I... "Son-of-a---- damn it!" My eyes beginning to water as I just stubbed my toe right into the box spring of my bed. Just great! What a perfect way to start out my day.
I glanced fast at my clock. 4:50??? What the hell! Running fast to my bed, I grab my scrubs, putting them on, as I put my shoes and socks on while I gather my things. So close to work, and yet I am always the last one to arrive—ugh, can my day get any worse?
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Growling.
I don't feel one bit of compassion looking down at the men before me.
Traitors.
That's what they are. I look over my shoulder at my second in command, Gavin, as I just nod towards him. He will know exactly what I want done to them. Watching as the men are dragged out of the room, I take a deep breath. Being the alpha of the largest and most powerful clan in all of America, does take its toll on a person. Knowing from the beginning when I was just a child, my father had all these tutors teaching me all the things I will need to learn—preparing me for when I take over. I had no childhood. I had to grow up fast, and my father made sure that I learned right away in the beginning how to be strong, cunning, fast, and most importantly, never show any emotions. Not one for cuddling any child, my father taught me tough love. Perhaps that is why my clan fears me. But fear is good when in charge of hundreds of lives. It keeps everything in order.
"The traitors were put into the cells and I figured as much, that you would want to be the first one to deal the punishment onto them," says Gavin, as he walked back into the room towards the big desk Cullen was sitting behind.
"Aye," Cullen replies without taking his eyes off of the paper work laid out before him. "I thought it would be best if we ju..." Gavin didn't even finish ending that sentence, as his cell went off. "Speak," he responds as soon as he opens his phone up.
Cullen could hear a male voice speaking on the other line in Gaelic. Must be one of my betas. From the expression that Gavin is showing, I know my day will just get worse.
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