Harry styles imagines.

My Alpha.

Note: I'm trying something a little different... Tell me what you think yeah? X

"Get out of here!" He roared with rage, his voice naturally louder and deeper than the rest of my-- well now ex-pack-- since he was the leader, otherwise known as the Alpha. I whimpered in fear, my tail tucking itself between my legs as my ears pointed downward and my small body shook with fear and humiliation.

"Now!" He roared again and I flinched before I turned on my back and scurried out through the clearing and into the depth of the tress, refusing to look back at what I had lost as I kept going until I reached the border of his territory, I got off and my body slumped weakly against the rough ground. I was now considered a rogue wolf, a lone weak female roaming the forest which would most likely result in my imminent death.

My parents were Omegas, the weakest, lowest ranking of the whole pack. We would have maybe had more respect within the pack if any of our family had an Alpha along the line, or even a Beta, like the other Omegas but we didn't,which resulted in my parents being treated like low lives until their saddening death. They were brutally murdered by some rogues. This was when I was at the tender age of only six, a pure innocent child, so my mums best friend took over as my carer and raised me until I learnt how to shift at sixteen, she also passed away a year later.

This left me a orphan weak omega female that was basically a burden on the rest of my pack, I stood out with my dull family history and lack of parents or guardians to support or care for me. I especially stood out because of my pure white fur and blue eyes, it was ridiculous, every member of my pack was either brown, black or grey and they all had dark menacing Amber eyes with large built bodies, but somehow I was the complete opposite, my fur was white as snow and my eyes were baby blue. The worst of it, I was quite small and fragile for a wolf, I didn't have the strength the others did so I often slowed them down, I didn't really blend in with the forest either so it was a hard job to keep the pack hidden with me around.

I'd been living with the hope of finding my mate who would hopefully whisk me off and we could live a happy life together and he wouldn't hate me for my fur but find it pretty, he would protect me and introduce me to his pack, we would have pups together, and he could help me through my heat while I help him through his rut.

But I hadn't found him, I was the only one in the pack who hadn't found their mate either. I whined softly picking my body up off the floor as I wearily made my way through the bushes and trees, I was on someone else's territory now so I had to be extremely careful, the last thing I would want is to be killed brutally by a guard from someone else's pack.

A loud whine escaped my lips as my fur somehow got tangled with a bramble bush, the sharp spikes and twigs tangling me up and making small cuts appear all across my body as I scrambled to escape it. Finally with a pained whimper I escaped and landed on the damp floor, my body exhausted.

I lay there for awhile, defenceless just staring at the endless greenery around me until the fresh air was polluted with another scent. Another wolf. I immediately stood up on my fours, attempting to at least look intimidating although I had a feeling it wasn't really going to work. A growl echoed throughout the trees and the scent got stronger, it was masculine, strong but strangely sweet.

Alpha.

It was the unmissable smell of an Alpha male, oh god I hold no chance of survival here. An Alpha male is much stronger and bigger than me, I had no chance, I was going to be brutally torn apart for being on his territory.

Strangely my wolf wasn't alarmed, she seemed quite content, excited even which I couldn't understand. Did she hate me too that the prospect of my death seemed appealing to her. All wolfs have an instinct deep within them that helps them throughout their life, guides them and nudges them in the right direction.