Meant (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (reading books for 7 year olds TXT) 📕

even breaking stride as she walked to the door and chased after the boy who broke the little girls’ heart.


She never really did calm down, she just fainted from exhaustion. It was about time too, because she was shaking like a little Chihuahua. If she hadn’t fallen asleep soon the pack doctor would have been called to check her stress levels. Both Sarah and Molly were in a terrible state, so when the Alpha’s came to them they were shunned. Viciously.
“What the fuck is your problem? Did you not just see me soothe a trouble little child?! Did you not hear or witness any of what just happened happen? Was your head too far up your cock- a- dandy ass to realize a heartbreak? A vicious one at that?! I swear, you suck as an Alpha.” Molly spat out and Sarah nodded and glared at Thomas who looked at them with shock.
“Where the hell were you at douche bag?! I’m sure your daughter could’ve used some of your support in there, not just us. Sometimes you men are just inconsiderate flea bags.” Sarah growled at him, feeling her anger grow and grow into something mountainous.
“She’s not my blood daughter, her real parents can soothe her when they next visit.” He grumbled and he was pinned against the wall by his mate.
“That is the second time, today, that I have heard you utter those words. It’s really starting to piss me off. You learned a long time ago you don’t like it when I’m pissed off. Now go in there, and make sure she’s Ok. I’m pretty sure we’ve awoken her with our yelling.” Molly growled and stepped back from him, she looked to Sarah, her eyes still amber, and nodded her head down the stairs.
“Wanna go train?” She asked and Sarah stripped off her shirt, needing to feel the air against her heated angry body.
“Hellz yeah.”


Her body was sweaty from the amount of stress she put on her body, yet she still kicked, punched, and jabbed. Molly was a hard partner, she never got hit, never allowed herself that one touch. But she could punch and kick like a bitch. Sarah took a punch to the shoulder and rolled with it, turning and lifting herself off the ground, kicking Molly in the side. Ha, ha bitch! Her wolf howled victoriously but Sarah couldn’t gloat, that was something you never did in battle. Molly slid across the floor with force and growled viciously at Sarah, right before running to her and kicking her in the chest, then once again in the chin as she pushed herself off using her feet and landing in a crouch. Sarah spit out the little blood that pooled when she bit her tongue and smiled crazily at Molly.

“Don’t like getting hit much, do you?” She asked and Molly shrugged one shoulder and got into a fighting stance. This time Sarah took no mercy, she would get hit. That was the point of training, but never, would she ever, let someone draw blood. Even in a regular fight, she wouldn’t let it happen. Sarah kicked Molly’s feet from under her and then kicked her in the side again as she was going down. Before Molly could hit the floor she angled her feet below her so that she landed in a crouch. She clutched her side a little, but Sarah felt no remorse, there was no time for remorse.
“Damn, I’m losing my edge. I’m hungry.” Molly grunted and stood, her breasts moving up and down in her sports bra as she breathed heavy. Hers were the same way and she shook her head, she would need much more training if she was out of breath.


After wolfing down 3 cups of noodles Sarah sat in the living room, still in her sports bra and sweat shorts, bobbing her foot impatiently as she looked for something to watch. Carol hadn’t come back yet, so most likely she was chewing the little shit out. Either that or she stopped for McDonalds on her way back. Either one was a major possibility.
“Haven’t talked to you in a while.” Jared said, flopping down next to her. He was right, she’d been too busy with Drew and his pack of rogues, she hadn’t really focused on much else.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Been kinda busy.” She muttered as she flicked through channels, she was pretty sure she’d gone through all of them… but that could just be her imagination. Better do it again, her wolf said tiredly, just to be sure.
“It’s almost Halloween.” Jared said and she looked at him, leaving it on a channel, her brow furrowing.
“Yes, I know that.” She told him slowly, scanning his face to make sure he was alright. He wasn’t normally one to state the obvious.
“Wanna go costume shopping?” He asked, his face bright and hopeful.
“You think I, a werewolf, would want to go costume shopping to become something horrible for a night?” She asked, with a slight smirk.
“I understand if you won’t want to-“
“That was a trick question, just let me throw something on!” She squeaked and practically hopped up the stairs.


Elbows jostled her as little children reeked havoc upon the costume store. This was the only one in the state, which Sarah found unsettling, so they didn’t have a choice. If she wanted her Halloween costume, she’d have to get it from here. It was just so packed, she had a hard time walking down the isle to the women’s section. Jared was a good companion but he, too, was slightly injured. By the time they reached the women’s section they were panting for breath.
“Let’s go in the candy isle next time.” She quipped lightly and he shook his head. There were hardly any women here, all of the women that would be trick or treating would be doing it with their kids, so they didn’t need to dress in a skimpy nurse’s costume. She scanned the isle, walking back and forth with Jared right by her side, until she found something. She picked up the plastic package and grinned to herself.
“This is it, this is what I’m gonna be for Halloween.” His eyes bulged at the picture and she smiled in her head but feigned innocence on the outside.
“Too revealing?” She asked and he made a choking sound that she took for an agreement. She turned the picture to her view and smiled an evil smile. It was a sailor dress, a tight white one, that barely came to mid thigh, that came with a sailor hat and garters. You had to buy the shoes and stockings yourself. She wasn’t going to wear it, she knew that, her wolf knew that, hell even Jared knew that. He looked to the side of her and grinned before getting a package. He showed the picture to her and she chortled.
“You’re joking right?” She asked incredulously and, with his grin still in place, he shook his head. He had picked up a package that contained a red riding hood outfit. A skimpy one. The tutu was red and puffy, and the peasant shirt was white, it was all cinched together by a black leather corset. The cape was thrown over the women’s head as she posed for the picture. It mocked Sarah. Saying “you know you would never be caught dead in this. Put it back and try being a witch… again.” Sarah smiled ruefully at her friend and took the costume.
“I’ll be little Red if you’ll be the Big Bad Wolf.” She said as she walked towards the candy isle, only to see that isle too was flooded with children and adults. What part of this store isn’t flooded? Her wolf growled out playfully and she shrugged. The women’s costume area,

she thought back and he lolled his tongue out happily.
“Ready for war soldier?” She asked Jared, as he looked down the isle and his face blanched.
“Aye, aye captain.” He said gruffly and she shook her head.
“Wrong for of military soldier. Now carry me through this murderous horde of people.” She said, making her voice deep as she hopped on his back.
“That’s an order soldier! Hut, two, hut, two!” She said, keeping the package grasped tightly in her hand.
“That’s football, queen sarcasm.” He grumbled but still carried her through the hoards of people.
“Your face is football, lord stupid.” She retorted and he snorted at her lame attempt at a comeback.
“And you are oh so mature.” He said sarcastically. She laughed and smacked his arm, ducking a sign that said ‘Chocolates’.
“I thought I was queen sarcasm?”
“You were, but then I got my troops and we demolished you. Now I hold reign over stupidity and sarcasm. Now I’m just awesome.” He told her matter of factly and they laughed all the way to the cash register. When they got to the lady she dropped the package on the counter and when the lady looked up at her to pay her $40 she smiled and hit Jared’s shoulders.
“You do know your paying for this right?”

She laughed as he drank his coffee grudgingly. She sipped her hot apple cider and mad a face. It gave her a tiny sting due to its temperature, but other than that it was freaking amazing. I could drink this all day, her wolf groaned and she ha to agree. It was almost as good as her pumpkin and spice ice cream. Almost.
“I paid for your coffee, I’d say we’re pretty even.” She told him lightly and he snorted.
“There’s a 36 dollar difference. We are not even!” He whisper yelled and she giggled lightly. She tightened her grey wool coat around her as the breeze picked up.
“It shouldn’t be this cold. We are in Georgia after all.” She grumbled and took another sip of apple cider.
“Every place gets cold, the world is tilting on its-“
“Yeah, I don’t care. It’s cold, I don’t like it. It was never cold back home, always warm and happy.”
“This place is happy. Watching the little human children makes your heart leap, seeing mothers carry swollen pumpkins to their cars in hopes of carving them out for Halloween decorations. We might not have the warm weather, but we have the warm people. They make this town happy, we might be different species but we coexist peacefully and happily. Don’t trample down on my hometown because you don’t like the weather. At least get to know it first.” He mumbled. They walked to his car and drove to the pack house in silence. He got out before she could and slammed the door. She let in a breath and huffed it out, her once hot apple cider becoming warm in her grasp. You’re always messing something up, her wolf grumbled and turned his tail to him.

She and Jared skirted around each other, they both stayed quiet until she couldn’t stand knowing she’d caused him harm by opening her stupid, fat mouth. She pulled him into one of the bathrooms lining the first floor, ignoring his protests, and locked the door.
“I’m sorry for bashing your hometown. It’s just, I’m not used to all… this. The cold, the humans, the… change. It is a really beautiful town, I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the pumpkin patch with me and Carol tomorrow. We need a couple for training, and one or two for Halloween.” She said in a rush and he smiled slowly.
“I’d love to come with you and your crazy friend. Don’t worry about the bashing, almost everybody does it. They’re not used to a lot here.” He said and unlocked the bathroom door. He sent a wink over his shoulder and leaved her there, her mouth gaping open like a land bound fish. Males are confusing, her wolf grumbled and she could not agree with him more.


The next day she awoke with a start and met up with her companions in the kitchen. Carol’s hair was pulled in a tight ponytail and her training gear was on, which was the bear minimum.