The Wolf’s Redemption

Daisy's POV

"I choose Rosa Clair as my mate."

I hear Dickson's voice echo loudly through the speakers. I stagger backward in shock as everyone roars in abrupt cheer. I cast a glance at Rosa, she flashes me an evil smirk as she makes her way towards the center of the crowd where Dickson, my boyfriend of four years stands with hands stretched towards her direction.

I gulp a lump down my throat, my entire body becomes shaky and my breathing is hitched. Why Rosa? My own step sister? Why would Dickson choose her as his mate?

I feel like a sword has been pierced right through my heart. My heart aches and my wolf howls in agony.

Dickson and I have been dating for the past four years. Two years ago, He had to go for his alpha training as it is compulsory to prepare him for his title as an Alpha.

Dickson finally returned today and it is his welcoming ceremony where he picks his mate, the one who will become his Luna. Why then did he pick Rosa?

I watch as Dickson pulls Rosa into a tight hug and plants a small kiss on her lips. They look so much in love as if Dickson and Rosa have plotted this for years.

I can no longer take the horrible sight in front of me. I turn around and scurry out of the chamber hall with tears rushing down my cheeks. I make my way up the stairs that leads to my room.

"Daisy!" A familiar deep voice yells, causing me to freeze in my steps. I turn to gaze at Dickson with anger burning through my veins. I gaze at him, his face is expressionless and his eyes remain on me.

"How could you do this to me Dickson? After everything we shared?' I yell at him, allowing the tears to flow down my cheeks. Surprisingly for me, Dickson chokes out a bitter laughter and shakes his head at me.

"Did you really think you could stand a chance with me?" Dickson spits out bitterly.

I gasp in shock at his sudden change in attitude. Dickson was never like this to me. He was always so sweet and now, he looks like an entirely different person.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I snapped at him. Dickson eyes me with disdain and shakes his head in what looks like disappointment.

"Daisy, you are too weak for me. You are an orphan and your werewolf abilities are nothing compared to that of your sister. Did you really expect me to pick you over her?" He snaps back at me.

His words hurt, they sting like hell but I have no choice than to embrace his words.

"We dated for four years Dickson, is this how you have really felt towards me?" I ask, knowing fully well that his next words are going to hurt even more. I brace myself up for it.

"Yes. You have been nothing but a weak orphan to me. I only kept you by my side out of pity and I will no longer be needing you by my side." Dickson's voice is laced with so much anger and disgust. I can not help but wonder if I had done anything wrong to him for me to receive such an insult.

Without wasting any more time, I turn around and scurry towards my room. I push the door open and break down into sobs. I cry my eyes out and Dickson's words keep replaying in my head.

I slowly shut my eyes and almost fall asleep when my ringing tone blares out loud. I groan in frustration and reach for the phone. Without gazing at the caller ID, I answer the call reluctantly and press the phone close to my ears.

"Hello?" My voice is rough from crying and my eyes are extremely swollen.

"Hello? Is this Daisy?" A feminine voice rings out loud. I pause to gaze at the caller ID and I realize the call is from Dickson. Why is it a female talking? Is this one of Dickson's schemes to torture me?

"Hello?" The feminine voice repeats.

"Yes? This is Daisy, how can I help you?" I ask.

"Apparently, your friend drank too much at our bar and I do not think he is in the right state of mind to go home himself, could you please come pick him up?" The lady asks.

Oh. Why me? As if the lady could read my mind, she continues "He keeps calling out your name and you are the last person he contacted." She says.

"Please text me the address. I will be there soon." I say, hanging up. In less than a minute, the lady sent me a text of the address. I sneak out of the house and board a taxi to the bar. Just as the lady had said, I met Dickson sitting carelessly on one of the stools outside, looking wasted.

I rush towards him and hastily help him up his feet. He smells like alcohol and cigarettes. "H-ailey, my o-ne true mate." Dickson stutters with a dirty grin plastered on his face.

"Why did you drink this much?" I snap at him but then I realize he is too drunk to understand anything I say.

I decided to take Dickson to a hotel downtown instead of taking him home. I help him lodge into one of the rooms and when I attempt to leave, Dickson pulls me back by the wrist.

He rises to his feet and pins me to the wall. I feel his hot breath dancing around my skin, it sends chills down my spine.

"Dickson, stop." I mutter in a low tone and try to push him away from me but his grip is too firm.

Dickson plants kisses around my neck. His eyes settle on my lips and in a haste, he kisses passionately. I become swayed by his charm. I kiss Dickson back.

Our kisses eventually lead to a one night stand, one that will hold a lot of consequences.