Chapter 2. The rejection.
Becky’s POV
They say, the day you find the chosen mate given to you by the moon goddess would be the happiest day of your life, but unfortunately…mine was hexed.
Who knew the one person I was desperately waiting for all my life, wanting to spend the remaining days of my life with would reject me on the spot without batting an eye or thinking it over all because I was wolfless. What a jerk.
I guess finding happiness or being happy was a curse for me since the day I opened my eyes into this world.
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4 years ago
I was only 17 years old when I met him. I know I was young and maybe expecting too much at that age but give me a break here. I was brainwashed by my parents' happy marriage and those around me and the stories that all told me. My parents found each other when they were only 16, a year younger than me, so don't judge me if there's anyone you want to judge or blame, do that with the moon goddess.
The Alpha King.
Or should I say, my fated mate…
I was never one to participate in any form of parties or gatherings. I always found it useless and annoying with everyone older or younger, drinking, making out, vomiting after getting wasted. The room or wherever always smelled like sweaty wolves and alcohol and some other odd smell I have zero interest to know about. But that one unforgettable night when I was forcefully dragged out/ pushed out of my home by my friends and family urging me to live a little, stop burring yourself into books, movies, novels, who knows maybe you could just be lucky to find your mate like we did. so they say. How Irresponsible of my parents to do that to me, their only daughter. Who had five older brothers, I had no choice but to go either way.
I got to the party with my lifelong friends, Cassie and Cindy. They were twin sisters with dirty blond curly hair, same age as me and big brown eyes.
“Come on, you might actually find your mate as your parents have said, and I heard the Alpha king’s going to be here too.” Cassy the more girly one said giggling before dragging Candy to go get drinks.
Yeah, the name dosen't stick well with their personalitys. I guess their parents made a mistake with their names and not being able to differentiate who's gonna be the boy and who's gonna be the girl. But for reasons known to them, the twins didn't want to switch it so they left it at that.
I stood there for what felt like a minute before I caught the scent of lavender and the woods.
It smelt so sweet and comforting. I turned to follow the scent when I bumped my head on what felt like a rock but soft and looked up immediately.
“You're Becky?" A deep low voice asked, looking down at me with his silver gray eyes.
For a girl who had never experienced love or even the slightest bit of crush for anyone. I melted at the sound of his voice, I could almost picture myself doing the deed with him. I quickly shook the thoughts out of my head but I was finding it a bit hard to breathe because him just standing in front of me, staring at me and talking to me. Normally, anyone who sees him would be nervous as to how cold, dominating and a bit scary he is but would still melt at the sight of him.
I nodded my head, “Yes, Becky Hart.” I replied nervously.
He looked at me intensely which made me feel fragile and wanted to be protected by the massive handsome looking man in front of me. Despite my fragile physical appearance, I could take on any one of them crossed the line and I would care less about anything. But at that time, I couldn't help but wonder if this was how people felt when they felt like they found their mate or fell in love.
“How old are you?"He asked, staring at me with a sharp look.
" 17.” I replied, feeling a lump in my throat.
“Why can't I sense your wolf?" He asked straightforwardly. An average wolf would have their wolves at the age of 16 but I haven't been able to awaken mine yet. My parents told me not to worry too much about it because they always knew I was special and would still get my wolf.
I smiled warmly. “I guess I'm a late bloomer, I don't know."
He nodded and I frowned in confusion because there was no smile visible on his lips.
Wasn't he happy with my response or did he not find that a bit funny? I wasn't sure.
He nodded looking away and a small sigh escaped his lips. “Then this would be easier than I thought." He said turning to look back at me who was now extremely confused as to how things had drastically turned.
I was about to say something when he cut me off.
“You see, the woman I'm with is older, bigger and better than you…” he said, staring into my eyes. One part of me could clearly understand what he was saying but the other part felt hurt but wanted some part of him to say it was a lie or something but those words never came out.
Bang!
It felt like a bullet had been fired at me directly into my heart, there goes the 17 years of me fantasizing about me finding a happy ending with my mate or ever believing in love again.
“I'm a king, it's impossible to be with a wolfless girl like you and besides, your still young and all…”
Stab…stab…
The sharp words that came out of his mouth made me touch my aching chest.
“I hope you understand Becky." Were his last words before he turned, walking over to the lady he came with, leaving me hurt.
Why…what did I do so wrong? Why me?
I thought not having a wolf meant not having a mate but you gave me the best only for him not to want me, if that was the case, you shouldn't have given me one in the first place.
From then on, I realized even the moon goddess must hate me like I hate my life.
I quietly left the party and found my way home, subbing as I dragged my weak body home. I snuck into my room through the window, careful not to alert my parents that I was back. I didn't have to worry about my brothers because they were still at the party probably hooking up with a girl or whatever it is they did and quietly cried myself to sleep.
Chapter 40: Too vulnerable.Haunter's POV Sleep felt inevitable and with Dax’s constant yapping of him sensing our mate coming to us willingly.“Can you please stop? Your puppy love is a little annoying." Dax growled, low and restless. “You felt it too. Don’t play dumb. She’s not just ours—she’s… different.”Different. That word again.I ran a hand over my face, dragging out the exhaustion but not chasing it away. Dax wasn’t wrong. When Becky shifted tonight, the pull was nothing like I’d expected. It wasn’t the soft thread of a mate bond; it was a tidal wave. Ancient. Raw. Something that had no business living inside someone who still wore oversized hoodies and tripped over her own feet.I almost went to her. Almost tore across the forest just to catch one glimpse. My wolf wanted it. My blood wanted it. Every damn part of me wanted it.But I didn’t.Because she’s not ready.Because if I showed up, she’d see the truth in my eyes—that she owns me already, and I don’t know how to take
Chapter 39: Come In.Becky's POV “What old ones?" I asked, drifting off to sleep. "The old ones. The Ancients. The ones even Alphas don't talk about. Your power? It’s tied to them. Your lineage isn’t just rare—it’s forbidden in some circles."I sat up slowly, the blanket falling off my shoulders. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, too bright for a girl who nearly exploded the forest twelve hours ago.What the hell does that even mean?"It means you’re no longer just Becky—the girl who couldn’t shift. You’re a wildcard in the middle of an already messed up supernatural chessboard." She hesitated. "And I think the King felt it too."I stilled.Haunter.Of course he did. I could feel the way our bond tugged last night. Even now, it hummed faintly beneath my skin. Dormant. Waiting. But alive.“What the hell are you dragging me into, fate?” I muttered aloud, pressing my hands against my face.A knock on my door made me flinch.“Becks?” It was Brandon.I groaned. “What?”“We m
Chapter 38: The Old Ones. Becky’s POVBy the time the sun rose, my skin felt too tight again—but for an entirely different reason.The shift back to human form wasn’t graceful. It was painful. Exhausting. Messy. There was no glowing magic or gentle fade like the stories made it sound. Just the raw stretch of muscle and bone, the wet snap of transition, and the cold dew on my bare skin as I collapsed into the dirt behind Grandma’s house, naked, trembling, and very, very human.Brandon had yelped and spun so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. Damian had sighed and muttered something about “getting a damn blanket before she freezes to death.” And Sebastian… well, Sebastian had done what he always did—stepped between me and the world without hesitation and draped his own hoodie around me before lifting me like I weighed nothing at all.Now, hours later, I sat curled on Grandma’s living room couch wrapped in an old crocheted quilt, staring into the fireplace like it held the answer
Chapter 37: Idiot.Becky's POV.I didn’t sleep.I couldn't.Not because I didn’t want to. My body was exhausted, but my mind… my mind was a battlefield. Flashes of Haunter’s touch, his voice in the dark, the way my power had ripped loose from me like it had a mind of its own. I didn’t feel like myself anymore. I felt like I was wearing someone else’s skin, and it was too tight.I stared at the ceiling of the little guest room Grandma had set up for me. Moonlight filtered through the lace curtains, painting soft shadows across the walls. The air felt thick. Like it was watching me.Around 3 a.m., I gave up pretending. I threw the blankets off and padded out into the hallway barefoot, hoodie still wrapped tightly around me like armor. I didn’t know where I was going—just that I needed to move. If I stayed still, I’d crack.The floorboards creaked beneath my steps. I could hear Brandon snoring faintly from the room at the end of the hall. Damian was probably still pacing in his sleep, an
Chapter 36: The Mess Before The Beautiful.Sebastian’s POVThe drive to Grandma’s house was unusually quiet. Normally, a car ride with the four of us would be filled with snarky jabs, off-key singing, and the occasional wrestling match in the backseat between Damian and Brandon. But not today.Today, Becky was pressed up against the window in the backseat, earbuds in, hoodie pulled over her head, acting like the world didn’t exist. And maybe to her, it didn’t.I glance at her through the rearview mirror. Her arms were crossed over her chest like she was guarding herself from something — or someone.“She hasn’t said a word in over an hour,” Brandon whispered beside me, scrolling through his phone but not really looking at it.“Yeah,” I muttered. “I noticed.”Damian, in the passenger seat, turned around slightly to peek at Becky. “She’s shutting us out again.”“She’s not shutting us out. Something’s wrong.” My hands tightened around the steering wheel. “And I don't know what it is. Or d
Chapter 35: Power Problems and Sibling Nonsense.Becky’s POVSebastian landed on the floor with a thud and a bark of laughter. “There’s the little beast I remember.”I scowled at him, crossing my arms. “You’re lucky I didn’t blast your ass through the wall.”He raised a brow and stood, brushing himself off. “You probably could’ve. That’s the problem.”I hated that he was right. Again.I could still feel it—whatever it was. This low, constant hum inside me like something ancient was trying to claw its way out through my bones. My wolf was quiet, like she was sitting back to watch what happened next.That never meant anything good, for me. Sebastian grabbed my desk chair and spun it backwards, sitting in it like some knockoff interrogator. “So... what are we dealing with? Elemental magic? Ancestral witch curse? Accidental wolfsbane ingestion?”I gave him a flat look. “Not wolfsbane. That would’ve killed me.”“Only if you’re normal.” He smirked. “Which we both know you’re not.”“ Awww.