The Queen of Werewolves

Laura's point of view:

"I do reject you!" he shouted while slamming my poor body into the wall, lurking behind me.

I should've expected such treatment from Alpha Blades' only son. He wouldn't accept a weak omega like me to be his mate.

In fact, I'm not angry with him as much as I am angry with my fate for binding me with such a jerk.

"You will tell no living soul about that... us. If you do what I told you, expect the worst from me... Now, be a good she, and accept my rejection!"

The pain inside my heart grew as he rumbled every word. Yet, I wasn't the one to show weakness...

I was indeed nothing but an omega, but I wasn't shy of myself. I know for sure that every pack member, including omegas, has their impact on the pack. My father taught me to be proud of myself and never back off from any battle, even when it’s painful as hell.

"I'm Laura Jonathan," I spoke proudly. "Nothing more than an omega... I gladly accept your rejection. In fact, I would have been the one rejecting you if not for you coming first."

I pushed his heavy, perfect body off mine. Then I decided to add one last line before going back to school.

"I would hate to waste more of my time on your highness. As for now, I have a literature class that usually seems boring. Yet, compared to staying here with you, it feels more than just interesting."

Just like that, I left, making my way back to high school as fast as I could. If I spent even one more minute by his side, I'm afraid I would lose all hold I have over myself.

I felt like crying, shouting, screaming about how unfair it all was. Still, I wasn't going to do it...

I wasn't showing that jerk, aka. the future alpha, that he made a scar inside my heart. A scar that there's no way I would recover from quickly.

Though I distanced myself from him, I could still hear his angry growls echoing through my ears.

It never happened that an omega like me disrespected an alpha the way I did, but I kind of don't regret it.

Right after I reached my literature class, I sat in the corner of the classroom, as I usually do. Time flew so fast that I didn’t notice when the class was over until I spotted some of my classmates dismissing themselves.

I took the hint to go back home, but on my way, someone called my name. The voice calling me sounded a bit familiar, yet not pleasant!

The same voice repeated.

"Laura!"

I sighed, then tried to fake a smile. I’m not in the mood to fake emotions, but I couldn’t break Peter's heart.

The guy feels like an innocent boy. I mean, he never spoke to a girl but me, which I found weird, of course.

He’s not missing a thing, quite handsome, even when wearing those stupid glasses on his face. He could’ve been one of the famous guys.

The thing is, he’s just not my type.

I would love to have him as a friend, but he’s not looking for just friendship. He’s looking for more, which is not on my list to do.

"Hey!" I greeted him, and the smile on his face grew upon my simple greeting.

"I... I’m... I was." He swallowed hard before he handed me what looked like a gift.

"What's that?" I asked, even though I knew what was being held in his hands.

"It's something for your birthday, it’s your birthday. Am I right?"

I breathed in and out before I started stating facts.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot accept it..."

Well, before that, I said what I had in mind, he interrupted me.

"... That’s okay, forget about it!" Like he always did, he dismissed himself the moment he started feeling rejected.

Without adding any other words, he dismissed himself.

Well, I would lie if I claimed to understand him. Yet, I would be cruel if I gave him hope that we might be together when we won't. It’s better to be honest in these kinds of situations than to hurt someone’s feelings when they grow stronger.

I made my way out, only thinking about heading back home. I would be a liar if I claimed not to hate this day – my 18th birthday, for several reasons.

First, I haven’t shifted yet, nor have I felt any wolf inside of me.

Second, my mate just rejected me.

Only thinking about it makes my life look like hell. Anger blinds my sight, and I didn’t notice Julie's eyes watching me for a while.

Only when she cut my way did I notice her presence.

Excuse my lack of information, I still haven't introduced who Julie is. Well, she's no one but the beta’s only daughter and my ex-mate's girlfriend.

By looking at her, it doesn’t seem hard for me to understand the reason why I was rejected.

The girl screams perfection. She’s everything the unmated males in our pack dream about—power, beauty, and high rank.

Her brown hair stole my attention before my gaze moved toward her green eyes. While looking at her sharp green eyes, I noticed the hatred lurking inside them.

"What are you looking at, scam?"

Wait, is she talking to me? She was truly talking to me!

"My way out... Which happened to be blocked by you."

She was indeed the beta’s daughter, and a normal omega like me should do nothing but show respect to her since she’s of a higher rank than me.

The thing is, the rank never affected me, unlike ordinary wolves. I wasn't afraid of her, although I should be.

I mean, the girl can tear my body into pieces with no effort and without even being questioned for the reason why she ended my life.

Not fair, but it’s the usual life of an omega, and only now have I started realizing how sick my life will be.

Lost in my thoughts, I was when she spoke again.

"Heard that you turned 18 last night, and I still cannot feel your wolf. Perhaps you're never meant to be a wolf." She spoke meanly, yet, nothing she said turned out to be a lie.

"Get lost, Julie." I rolled my eyes while trying to get away from her, yet she managed to block my way again.

"You know, I’ve always felt amazed by your ability to disrespect high-ranking wolves. Still, it turns out that there’s nothing special about you, just a tiny human…" She exclaimed, causing my entire body to freeze.

She could be right. Maybe I'm not a wolf, and I'm just a human. Worse, now that my mate rejected me, I’ll have to be part of the werewolves' ritual.

The thing is, I don't know how I am going to deal with the werewolves' ritual, The Run. Am I even going to make it out alive?

Only then did I realize there's only one week left until The Run.