She's Not For You

- Crystal's POV -

A naked man and I were entangled like two snakes in a large damp bed.

I was red and drenched from head to toe, having just been fished out of the tub like a kitten not long ago, with droplets of water still hanging from my hair and lips.

"I feel so bad... So hot... Help me..."

The naked man had a face sculpted by God himself. His every eyelash looked like it had been kissed by the moon goddess. He is stunningly handsome.

"Oh, my little Kitty, stop seducing me. You can't afford to do that. I will fvck you until you break."

As I held my legs around the man's neck, the heat passed from my skin to his, and success set fire to his eyes.

I brushed my wet hair and cheek against the man's palm, "Please... Please... Help me..."

"How do you want me to help you? Eat your breast? Or eat your pvssy?"

"I - I - I -"

"Do you want them all?"

"Yes -- yes --"

"Then, as you wish. From now on, you will be deprived of the power to say STOP until I am satisfied."

The man's body pressed up against mine. He sucked the droplets off my lips and then bit my nipple...

There was an amazing rush of pleasure, and with an orgasmic groan, I woke screaming from the dream.

Yes, it's a dream.

But I was dripping wet, and apparently, that dream had just left me unsettled. But what's worse...I know that everything I just dreamed about really happened.

Suddenly, I let out a dry heave, then covered my mouth and rushed to the bathroom.

My roommates, who had been awakened by my noise, were furiously yelling, "Crystal, what the hell are you doing? Why are you making this fvcking noise in the middle of the night? What the fvck did you eat to throw up like that? Are you pregnant?"

The last sentence was just a casual remark by my roommate, but she didn't know that her casual remark actually made my whole body stiffen up in the bathroom, like being struck by lightning.

Could my roommates have...really found out I was pregnant?

I couldn't stop my teeth from chattering at the thought that someone else might find out my secret.

I was pregnant after an absurd and debauched night with that man. The two red bars on the pregnancy test in the daytime proved this fact. So I dreamed of the wild night with that man at night.

I regret it. I shouldn't have seduced my mate's dad just because he rejected me. I'm pregnant with my mate's dad's baby. What should I do?

I was only in my first year of college. I was only 18, and I wasn't ready to be a mom.

Worse yet, what if my child is born a freak like me?

The cold night air blew on me through the window. I stood in the bathroom, looking up at the moon, cold from my toes to the top of my head.

I can't help but recall what happened three months ago, which turned my life upside down...

- 3 Months Ago -

"Mate! Mate! I can smell him! He's at the party!" My Wolf kept urging me on in my head.

"Quick! Quick! He's right ahead! We're about to find our mate! I can feel the mate bond! He must feel it too! He must be as excited as I am!" My Wolf wagged his tail frantically in my head like a puppy.

There must be a thousand butterflies flying in my stomach. I was so nervous I wanted to throw up.

My heart seems to have become a time bomb. As the distance between my mate and me is getting closer and closer, the countdown number is getting smaller and smaller.

It's about to explode.

"Will our mate look forward to meeting as much as we do?" I was so nervous that my breath was burning hot.

"He will!"

"Are you sure? Would he accept a freak of me?"

I was a premature stunted omega who was only 4 '9 "tall at the age of 18. I was skinny, with malnourished yellow hair and pale lips.

Worst of all, I probably have the weakest and most inferior genes of any omega. When I shift into a wolf, I am as big as a cat.

Even when I shift into my human form, I can't make my furry tail disappear. It is always hidden under my pants.

My legs were also abnormally covered with thick white fur. Not leg hair, but the animal, wolf fur.

I had to wear long pants to hide my weird legs and tail from childhood to now.

It's my most humiliating secret, and besides my family, only my best friend, Emily, knows about it. Everyone else would just mock me for being a freak with two fat legs despite my skinny build.

I'm not sure if my mate will accept me because even my family hates me. My mother thought I was a jinx because I had a difficult birth. She even blamed me for my father's death in a car accident because he drove back with a cake for my third birthday.

After my father died, my mother never called me by my name. She always called me "hey" or "you".

Under her influence, my stepfather rarely called me by my name. My spoiled, healthy stepbrother, who is three years younger than me, often calls me "freak" to my face.

"Don't be sad, Crystal. Your friend Emily can accept you as imperfect. Why wouldn't you trust your mate to accept you? We shouldn't question the arrangement of the moon goddess."

Emily is a hot and sexy cheerleader, but she never minded the ugly and short me. She always took me to restaurants and supermarkets without worrying about the odd stare.

She warmed my miserable damp life like sunshine.

"Yes, you're right."

I quickened my pace and walked toward the door of the ball.

There was a hot boy dancing in the middle of the dance floor. He was showing off his beautifully shaped muscles to the dynamic music, causing all the girls around him to scream.

He had his back on me, so I couldn't tell who he was, but I could clearly feel the mate bond with him.

"Come on, Crystal! Be brave to go up and say hello to our mate! From today onwards, there will be one more person in this world who loves you!" My wolf encouraged me.

I nodded my head and took a step.

Just then, I saw my best friend, Emily, rush out of the crowd and jump on top of my mate with both legs clamped tightly around his waist.

"Mark! You're so fvcking sexy!"

"You little bitch, let me touch you and check how wet you are!" My mate said, patting Emily on the butt.

My Wolf and I stared in shock and could not say a word.

Wait! Mark? My mate is the notorious bad boy Mark? The son of the Alpha who finds it fun to taunt me, bully me, humiliate me?

Why is Emily flirting with him?

While I was in a daze, Emily and Mark were kissing in the middle of the dance floor. As everyone whistled, Mark kneaded Emily's butt with both hands, and Emily seemed to enjoy it.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

I don't know what the fvck is going on, but I'm sure Emily's under some kind of threat. Yes, Mark must have wanted to torture me, so he reached out to my most valued friend.

What a bloody bad fellow he is!

I'm do scared of him, but if he thinks he could hurt my friend, then he's wrong.

"Emily! I rushed forward and forcefully separated the two people who were sucking each other's tongues. "Don't touch her! Bastard!"

I stared at Mark angrily, not expecting Emily to slap me in the face with a frown.

"Oh fvck! Get out of here! You Freak!"

Emily immediately put her arms around Mark and comforted him, "Sorry honey, I didn't know this freak was going to bother us. Did I bite you? Don't be mad at me, it's all freak's fault."

"E-Emily, it's me, Crystal..." I stumbled nervously into Emily's venomous gaze. "Are you, are you drunk, Emily?"

Another slap hit me hard across the face. Pain spread across my face.

"I'm not fvcking drunk, I'm fvcking hitting you, you fvcking freak! Get the fvck out! Don't bother me making out with my boyfriend!"

Someone had turned the music off at some point just to hear me more clearly being verbally abused.

Everyone stopped talking and dancing and focused their attention on me. Occasionally, a few snickers sounded. The people at this party showed their malice towards me so obviously.

But I'm used to the malice of strangers. I don't care about anyone, I only care about my best friend, Emily.

"I'm sorry, Emily...I apologize if I did anything wrong to upset you. I just thought you needed my help. We're best friends..." I said, covering my burning face.

"Best friend? No one here is your friend!" Mark cut me off arrogantly. He put his arm around Emily's shoulder. Deliberately kneaded Emily's breast with his palm in front of me.

"Tell this Shortie Freak, do you like it when I do this to you? My little bitch."

"Yes, I love it. Harder, honey." Emily pushed up her breasts, allowing Mark's palms to make more contact.

I was completely petrified. The Emily in front of me made me feel unfamiliar. We've known each other for years, and that's not how I remember her.

"We're best friends, Emily...we're best friends..." I didn't know what to say, except to sadly repeat the phrase.

If repeating a phrase enough times makes it true, I'm willing to repeat it a million times.

"That's enough. I'm sick of you! I never thought of you as a friend. I just needed an ugly duckling to set off the beauty of the white swan. Do you need me to explain to you who the ugly duckling is and who the white swan is?"

"No, no, that's not true. You are a very kind and tolerant girl. You can accept my imperfections, so you and I became best friends..." I wept and refused to believe her cruel words.

"Shut up! Get the fvck out of here right now! You didn't even get a fvcking invitation to the prom. Who gave you permission to come in here to see me?"

"Oh, correction, the Shortie Freak wasn't supposed to be here for you. She was supposed to be here for me," Mark said.

"She came here to see you? Honey, you are so humorous. She's as scared of you as a mouse is of a cat. How could she possibly come looking for you voluntarily?" When Emily talked to Mark, she slipped into a flirty voice and a flattering smile.

"I think this little mouse should have been attracted by mate bond. Hey, you should have realized that I am your mate. Do you think I would accept you as my mate?" Mark grinned and looked at me mockingly.

Everyone looked at me mockingly.

Mark deliberately walked closer to me and looked condescendingly at me. He was so tall that my head only reached his abdomen.

"Listen, Freak, you're small and short. I'm worried that my big dick will break your pvssy. You're not qualified to be my mate."

"I, Mark Shields, in the name of the son of Alpha Arthur of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Crystal, as my mate."

As soon as his words were finished, all the onlookers cheered.

They applauded as they shouted, "Accept the rejection!"

"Accept the rejection!"

"Accept the rejection!"

Everyone just wanted to watch the fun, no one cared that my soul was being torn apart by the mate's rejection.