Second chance mate to the lycan:oops He's my Ex mate father

Chapter 1

Naomi's POV

Death. It was the one thing I had so badly wished for at that moment. I couldn't take it anymore and was done with the pathetic thing that was supposed to be a life.

"Such a filthy anomaly."

"Traitor!!"

"She's more than a witch. Let her burn!!"

The words were being screamed at me from every single direction. They kept bouncing off the thick walls, hitting me like physical blows.

I found it funny, in a way. Just yesterday, I had been the invisible girl whose seat was at the back of the class. I was so careful that I had learned to control my breathing so it wouldn't bother others.

Today, however, I was the Pack's public enemy number one.

All of this happened because of a really big, poisonous lie. They thought I had tried to kill Helena.

I looked at the crowd of students circling me like a pack of actual wolves, which, to be fair, almost all of them were.

"Get her," someone yelled.

"Shred the clothes off her back," another voice snarled. "Let’s see what a monster like her looks like without the uniform."

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, waiting for the first claw to dig in. I was twenty-one and was supposed to be as strong as the others. I was supposed to have a wolf of my own to fight back with.

Instead, I was just Naomi. A wolf-less, mate-less thing currently about to be turned into human confetti in the middle of the school yard.

The shouting stopped so suddenly that I couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"Everyone, please! Stop this at once!"

I opened my eyes and felt a wave of genuine nausea that had nothing to do with being bullied. There she was. Helena.

The bitch looked like a literal angel, her blonde hair caught in the wind and her eyes wide and full of fake concern. All my life, I had never hated a living thing, regardless of how badly they treated me.

Helena, however, was a solid exception. Wolves like her deserved to rot in hell.

To the rest of the pack, she was the darling, the girl who could do no wrong.

To me, she was the monster who had spent the last decade pulling the strings of my misery. I had only found out the truth recently, but once you saw the devil without the mask, you couldn't unsee it.

She was the reason my parents were gone. She was the reason I was an outcast, and she was definitely the reason everyone thought I had tried to murder her that morning.

"Naomi, honey," Helena said, her voice trembling with just the right amount of emotion. "Please, just tell them you didn’t mean it. Tell them you were confused. I promise, I’ll forgive you. I’ll make them stop."

She reached out a hand. Even her fingers were perfect.

The crowd groaned in admiration. "She’s so merciful," I heard someone whisper. "How can Naomi be so cruel to her?"

I looked at that hand. Then, I looked up at Helena’s face. She was doing a great job with the watery eyes, but I could see the coldness behind them.

She wanted me to crawl. She wanted me to take her hand so she could play the hero while I remained the pathetic charity case.

"Get your hand away from me," I said. My voice was raspy, but I meant every word.

The courtyard went silent. Even the wind seemed to stop for a minute.

"Naomi, I’m trying to help you," Helena whispered, leaning in just enough so the others couldn't hear her. "Don’t be stupid. You have nothing. Just play along."

I felt a heat of blinding rage spread across my chest. How fucking dare this bitch?

I didn't  bother thinking anything through. Things couldn't get worse anyway. I reached out and shoved her with every strength I had left.

But Helena was a pro. She stumbled back like I had hit her with a truck, letting out a soft, pathetic gasp as she fell onto the grass.

The atmosphere turned lethal.

"You bitch!"

One of the guys stepped forward. It was Jax, one of Helena’s many Alpha suitors. He was massive, all muscle and protective rage, and his eyes were completely black.

He didn't  even use words; he just swung at me.

The first punch caught me in the stomach, knocking every single bit of air out of my lungs. I hit the dirt hard, my knees scraping against the gravel.

I tried to scramble away, but a heavy boot landed on my shoulder, pinning me down.

"How dare you touch her," Jax snarled, his voice sounding more like a growl than a human sentence. "After everything she’s done for you? You’re a parasite, Naomi. You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her."

I was curled in a ball, trying to protect my head as fists and boots found their marks. I could feel the skin on my face splitting open, and the taste of blood in my mouth was thick and warm.

"Stop, Jax, please," Helena cried out, but she didn't  move a muscle to actually stop him.

I looked through the gaps in my fingers, my vision blurring. Helena was standing just a few feet away, watching the whole thing.

The crowd was cheering, caught up in the justice of it all. For a split second, Helena’s gaze met mine.

She wasn't crying anymore. Her eyes were still wet, but her mouth was doing something different.

Her lips curved into a tiny smirk. It was the look of someone who had just won the lottery.

She was enjoying this, watching me get broken into pieces and loving every second of it.

Jax gave me one final kick to the ribs that made me see white spots, and then he finally stepped back, huffing like a madman.

"Come on, Helena," he said, his voice suddenly soft as he turned to her. "You shouldn't have to see this trash. Let’s get you inside."

Helena let him pull her up, leaning into his chest like she was too weak to stand on her own. She looked back at me one last time, that fake pity plastered back on her face.

"I’m so sorry, Naomi," she sobbed. "I tried."

They all walked away. The entire school left me lying there in the mud.

I tried to move, but my body felt like it was made of lead. Every breath was a struggle, and I could feel the cold mud soaking into my clothes.

I was twenty-one years old. In this world, that was the end of the line.

If you had not shifted by your twenty-first birthday, you were an anomaly, a dud. Tomorrow was graduation.

The rules of the BlackRose Academy were simple: if you didn't  have a wolf and didn't  have a mate by graduation, you were out. You would have zero pack protection, no money, and no future; you were just a stray.

I was lying there, coughing up blood and feeling the weight of the entire world on my chest. I had no wolf.

My supposed mate was probably out there somewhere, grossed out by the very idea of me. Now, I was the pack pariah.

I looked up at the dark sky, the rain starting to fall as if sharing my sadness.

I had less than twenty-four hours to figure out how to survive. But as I closed my eyes, listening to the distant laughter from the dorms, I realized the truth.

I was broken. I was bleeding. And I had absolutely no way out.