Alpha's Wolves

Pairings: (going by D/s) Sam(18, senior)/Jacob(17, junior)

Embry(18, senior)/Seth(15, sophmore)

Jared(18, senior)/Quill (17 junior)

Paul(18,senior)/?

Leah(19, college student (online schooling))/?

Important notes: I've added another family to the tribe families, so if that upsets you I'm sorry. I've also added witches to this story but they are not typical witches or fix every problem, as well as My Oc's are NOT going to be Mary Sue types. Lastly This story contains homosexual and heterosexuals relationships and later on I will poll if I should include Mpreg. Please no flamers and at least give my story a chance. I'm also a slow updater, Sorry

Oc's: Don Kehoe (Billy's First Cousin, great friends, lived in LaPush his whole life but moved at age 17 returned at 26 with a wife and child but soon left again and has returned recently with his daughter because of his recent divorce with his wife) Nadia Kehoe (Daughter of Don, age 17 Cynical, sarcastic, defensive, Prone to Angry outburst, Very smart, takes after her mother) Wendy (Don's Ex-Wife) Jacqueline Foster (Nadia's best friend, self-centered, judgmental) Jaida (Nadia's other best friend, Extremely smart, kind of quiet)

Summary: It's a big moment in a Shifters life when they first change or come of age if you will. It's even bigger if they've already been imprinted on. Even bigger if they have a war of vampires on the way that they've agreed to help fight off. There is love, heart-break, and death along the way, Will they make it out Alive?

Pictures: Head to My profile for pictures and places to find pictures for Nadia and Don's House as well as Nadia Bedroom. I've also recently found a good portrayal of Nadia which is also on my website.


Jacob's POV

When I wake up I'm in my bed, in my room, in my house. I sigh in relief. It was all a terrible and surprisingly stupid dream. I Kick back my covers only to let out a shriek loud enough to make an opera singer jealous or get me the lead role in a horror movie. His Shirt. I'm wearing nothing but Sam Uley's shirt. Sam Mother Fucking Uley's shirt. It wasn't a dream. I'm a shifter. I can have kids. I'm going to have Sam Uley's kids. I hear my dad's wheel-chair screech on the floor and the sounds of Rach and Becca rushing to my room.

"Jake! Jake are you all right? What happened?" My dad's worry filled voice comes through the door. I can tell from the amount of shadows underneath the door, that Rach and Becca are outside too.

"Ye-Yeah" I barely get this out without my voice slinking into a whimper.

"Then why'd you scream?" That's Rachael's voice and she doesn't sound happy about being woken up from her sleep I guess. "I saw a spider on my foot" I answer this knowing I sound like a total girl, especially since we live near the woods and we see spiders all the time.

"Ugh don't ever do that again, Loser" I hear Rachael sneer. Rebecca hasn't said a word but then again she's always been the more gentle of the twins. My dad sighs and I hear him roll back toward the kitchen.

"Jake, you need to get dressed. You've got school" Rebecca speaks softly, obviously shaken from the scream. "Thanks I'll be out in a minute." I stand shakily from my bed as I hear her walk away.

Wait, I can hear her walk? Don't get me wrong, It's not difficult to hear someone walking but Rebecca is the softest walker you'll ever hear. She's Like a fucking ninja.

I pull on a white graphic T and a pair of dark blue jeans.

Suddenly I hear the sound of a car, but for some reason I can almost tell that its down the road.

Amazing, I didn't think my senses would increase to such stronger heights.

"Jake!" My dad calls out from the kitchen. "What?" I yell back as I pull my backpack over my shoulder. I look at my alarm clock in question. "Your rides here!" my dad yells back after opening the door. What. The. Fuck. Bella is never here this early but then again the scent coming fro- wait, wait wait. Scent? What am I, a dog? Actually that was probably not the smartest question considering technically, I am one. But anyway the smell coming from outside is so amazing. It smells like warmth, strength and oh for sure dominance. Its the best thing my nose has ever been lucky to encounter.

I won't admit this out loud but somehow I knew it was Sam. I just could feel it, his presence, his energy and I knew that smell could only be from him. But I don't show how subconsciously happy I am when I open my bedroom door and walk to the front of the house. Nope, I make sure I look pissed as all mother fucking hell. And from the look on Sam's face right now I'm a damn good actor, 'cus he looks like he's going to piss himself, especially after spending at 30 minute drive to that hell hole.

"Jake you didn't tell me Sam was giving you a ride today?" My dad's face breaks me from my sadistic thoughts. I smile sweetly at my dad before answering his question. "Oh yeah, Sam and I talked a lot last night at Uncle Don's welcome back party and he offered me a ride. I accepted because you know how much Bell's must spend on gas just to come get Me" I finish with a award winning smile. He nods before flashing Sam and I a smile.

I slink past Sam outside to see a beat up old truck, not as old as Bella's and not in as bad shape.

When we're both seated in the car, Sam lets out a long sigh and then a grunt when he turns the key in the ignition. When we get into a steady drive, I sneak a look over his muscles. Today he's wearing a black t-shirt and dark wash blue jeans. I think I'm in love with that shirt. It's so tight around his muscles and it's so tight everywhere. Yum.

"I want you to stay away from Bella Swan." His deep voice rings out in the silence and breaks my attraction to his muscles. Wait...did he just say what I think he said? WTF

"Why?" I'm trying to restrain myself from reaching over and slapping his face but I know that would just end badly.

"Jake." I shiver because of the tone he uses with me. It was like a growl, but at the same time full of exasperation. "Yesterday I didn't tell you everything. We are the defenders of the human's because...well...there are vampires here too, Ok? And Bella is dating one and knows about his entire vampire coven and I don't want you to get hurt...plus they smell like shit"

I'm pretty sure I'm going to pass out again.

"You're lying" is all I manage to choke out. He hits the brakes faster than I thought was possible. He rests his head on the steering wheel.

"Jake I would never ever lie to you. I don't want you around her because its dangerous. Also as of yesterday you're the smallest member of the pack, so if they wanted to get rid of one of us, it would be you first. I want you to be safe, Jake. If something happened to you I would never forgive myself. I think I would die. I think you keep forgetting your my imprint, well let me remind you your the the most important person and thing in the world and I'd die without you." He finishes his little speech with a desperate look in his eye as if he's really trying to get me to understand.

I sigh. He really does care, doesn't he? Damn I feel bad now.

"Fine. Damnit Fine. I'll stay away from the Cullen's but as far as Bella goes I'll hang out with her on my own." I finish with a humph. He looks as if he wants to argue but knows that will get him nowhere.

"Fine" he grits out through his tightly clenched shut mouth. He starts the car up and continues to the school.

Its deathly quiet in the car, so quiet I swear you could hear me breathe.

Well aren't we the best couple you've ever seen.


Nadia's POV (By the way I've posted a picture of my vision of Nadia on my home page check it out)

High school. The all important thing that supposedly shapes our country. Where we meet the best friends of our lives. Where we get an education so we don't end up saying "Would you like fries with that?" our entire lives.

That's the standard adult definition given out to unsuspecting children to get them to go. Well I'm not stupid and I don't believe any of that shit.

What really happens at school is the bottom of the social ladder is picked on by upper class socialites. Girls are tricked into spending the night in the back of some Football jocks ugly as truck. Guys spend their lunch period discussing which slutty cheerleader gives the best head behind the bleachers, where the teachers know what happens but after twenty years of teaching are too tired to give a damn anymore.

So naturally I will not be excited for high school. I don't know anyone and honestly I don't feel like having girls try to fuck me over just yet. I take a deep breath and will myself out of the Car my dad lent me this morning. I can tell the second my feet touch the asphalt parking lot ground people are staring; most likely looking at my outfit. It's a black t-shirt, with the best band on earth on it, falling in reverse. I have a pair of grape purple skin jeans on and high stop black converse. Yes I'm sure I'm the most colorful that is in this state as we speak.

Anyway before you ask, No I am not a scene kid or emo kid. I'm Nadia, there is no generalization out there to properly define me an all my outrageous traits that I've been graced.

I slam my car door and face everyone head one. I strut my way into the school and the in the direction I assume the office will be in.

I walk up to the main desk with a nice little blond receptionist sitting there typing away on her key board.

"Um excuse me?" I cough slightly to get her attention.

She looks up in shock sparkling in her bright blue eyes but soon recovers quickly.

"Oh yes, can I help you?" he voice is timid and sweet like that of a grandmother talking to a neighborhood girl scout whose doing poorly on selling her boxes of cookies.

"Um Today is my first day and I need my schedule and locker" I smile tightly trying to get used to the knotting feeling this school and office put into my stomach.

"Oh of course! Name please sweetheart?" She smile brightly at me which manages to make me even more uncomfortable then I already was.

"Nadia Kehoe"

"Oh first class is Mrs. Delin in room 145 and your locker number is right here on this paper" she continues with her chipper attitude as she hands me a sheet of paper that apparently I need to survive the first day her.

I silently thank her and start to exit the office, hearing a happy toned "Welcome to Forks high" as the door shut behind me. I push myself through the halls and keep my head down to avoid people as much as possible.

When I finally find my locker I see its right next to my first period class. Simple. Just what I need. I open my locker after two failed attempts at the combination. When I get it open I notice a sticker of a piano on the door that tears at my heart for a second. I brush off the ripping feeling inside my chest. I gulp slightly and put my stuff in my locker and make it into the classroom just as the bell rings.

"Quiet down everybody. Quiet please I have an important announcement. "The women, I'm only assuming as Mrs. Delin says as she stands in front of the classroom. She's on the tall side with red hair and freckles she's got jade eyes and a welcoming smile.

After a moment or two the class is completely silenced signaling Mrs. Delin to continue.

"We have a new student today." She says this as if it's the best thing to ever happen to the class. Everyone immediately looks at me. Well two can play at the game. I stare right back. I notice a girl in the front row with a pixie style hair, I notice two guys in the back with varsity jackets on, on the next row over two guys with russet and carmel-ish skin. And then on the row in from of them there is only one empty seat and it's next to a creepy guy with all black on.

"This is Nadia Kehoe. She's new to town. Try and be friends with her, get to know her" Mrs. Delin smiles toward the class and then gestures to the seat next to the creeper.

As I trudge myself toward the seat, people like pixie chick smile welcoming which by the way I don't return and I notice the looks of absolute pure shock on the russet colored males faces. They almost look familiar but I don't care right to look further into it. I take out a pen and a note book and start to write small sayings and what not on the empty pages to avoid listening to Mrs. Delin chatter on about how the history of forks from like twenty generations back affect the latest generation.

High school. Ain't it the greatest. Please pay attention to the sarcasm.


Here you go. I guess I feel like an ass for not posting this sooner but tell me how you feel.