Chasing the rejected Luna

03: Shocking news

Sophia

Sometimes I wonder how I had lived through the cruelty of the pack. A normal werewolf who hasn't gotten a wolf would have died already from the pains they had to endure but mine was different.

Somehow, I was able to get out of it though with scars that not only marred my body but also my soul.

Pains were inflicted on me because I made even the slightest mistake. None of the other omegas suffered as much as I did. Mine was worse. Laying on my bed each night, I often envisioned how it would be to just float away, and let all the pains, and memories that I have repressed over the years go away.

"Another serving," The head maid shouted from the dining room at me. None of the other omegas made a move to get it so I stood up from the stool I had been sitting on and walked to the dining room.

I walked into the dining room with a tray of toast bread and scrambled eggs trying to avoid my gaze from wandering to the head of the table where Dianne was seated on Alexander's thighs, feeding him through her mouth.

I served the other pack members and walked into the kitchen but was stopped.

"Bring us some more scrambled eggs. These ones here are bad," Dianne said to me and my shoulders stiffened. I knew the eggs weren't bad but she just wanted to rub her relationship with Alexander in my face.

If she aimed to get me more broken, then she achieved it because my heart hurt terribly from the scene of Alexander kissing her.

"Okay ma'am," I swallowed hard and walked into the kitchen after my eyes clashed with Alexander. There was no emotion on his face. He masks it expertly.

Each day since the incident with Dianne, I have come to despise Alexander more often for what he did to me. Yet, I could not bring myself to accept his rejection. Seeing them together hurt but not as much as it did the first few days after the rejection.

It had been a week since I had the issue with Dianne over challenging her. Although my wounds were healed it did nothing to clear away all the hurt and pain. I still felt hurt from the injuries as some had not completely healed up.

I took the eggs to her and laid them on her plate. She looked up at me as if I did something wrong.

"Put them on the plate, dummy," she hissed at me and lay her hand on Alexander's chest. My eyes lingered on her hand before I did as she asked.

I looked up only to see Alexander looking at me again. What does he want really? For me to bow to him and his barbie doll? I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and walked back into the kitchen to rest until the pack members were done with their food so I'll go clean up.

I sat by my favorite spot by the window, ignoring the other omegas who were so excited about something. I knew it had to do with the ceremony Alexander was hosting tomorrow where he would be made the Alpha.

He had invited people from other packs, Alphas included. I just think it is stupid to invite Alphas to a party. Alphas were all egotistical creatures. Always wanting to exert dominance wherever they went.

I watched from the window, different people pulling up into the pack house, and the gardens were being cleaned by some omega boys.

I stood up from the stool. The kitchen was getting noisy because of the maids' chatter. I mean, getting to see other pack members and meeting new friends were nice. But when it comes to us the omegas, it meant more work for us all; having many mouths to feed.

My correct guess would be, the people who will turn up for the ceremony wouldn't be less than two hundred. Imagine having to feed four hundred people in a day.

I was about to walk to the kitchen's back door when a guard walked in. I halted in my steps and waited for what he had to say.

He scanned the room until his eyes rested on me. "The Alpha's son asks for you," he said. I frowned at that. He could be mistaken.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked him and he glared at me, not thrilled by being asked a question from the 'freak'.

"Yes, you. And he asks not to keep him waiting," he said to me and walked away.

The kitchen had gone quiet from the exchange. They were all giving me weird glances but I pushed them back. It wasn't a new thing.

I headed to Alexander's room. Along the way, I kept thinking of what could make him see me. He never asks for me. If anything, he avoids me. So this was a first.

I was so nervous. What could he possibly want? I came by the door and knocked twice but there was no reply. My hand came up to knock for the third time but Alexander's voice stopped me.

"Come in," he said in a surprisingly calm tone. This can't be good.

I obeyed and walked into the room. Not like I had a choice. I poked my head in and found him seated on the bed, his back to me.

"Come in," he said again and I walked to the room, closing the door with a click.

Then, I noticed he had a drink in his right hand. The room became unbearably hot and small with him in it. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

"Come over, and sit," he said again. And I thought I was hallucinating.

"I don't understand," I said to him with wide eyes, too uncertain to move.

"Are you deaf?" He turned to face me and I noticed he wasn't as mad as I thought. I watched as his eyes roamed my body. "How are your injuries?" He asked me and I saw regret and pain flash through his eyes. But before I could comprehend, it was gone.

Not wanting to anger him even though I knew he was already getting mad at my presence alone, I moved until I was about five feet away from him.

"I'm fine," I said. Why does he even care? Or was this way of letting me know he had never cared about me that's why he avoided me?

"I saw how you looked at me this morning. Do you want me?" He stood up and walked towards me. I took some steps back.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Cut the chase, Sophia. I know you want me. Just say it and I will consider making you my mistress," he said and continued walking toward me. I stepped back until my back hit the wall where I was trapped between him and the wall.

"That's not true. I only happened to meet your eyes at that moment," I said in my defense. Seriously, what was wrong with him? Did the Alpha position get to his head already? He laughed at me as his chest rumbled from the sound making goosebumps rise on my arms.

"Then why haven't you accepted the rejection if a little part of you doesn't yearn for me? Admit it, Soph," He called me by the name only my parents had even used for me. My breath was knocked out of me the next second when he trailed his nose down my neck. I tried to fight off the shiver that threatened to overcome me.

"Don't fight it. Give in to it. We could be together, you know?" He smirked at me and held my gaze.

"I was only waiting for the right moment," I said while he began to lay little kisses on my neck. My hands balled into fists by my side. I was fighting internally with myself. This wasn't right. He rejected me and still wants me. It doesn't make sense.

I pushed him off me when his lips reached my chest. The tingles were shooting up my spine. I wanted him in me as heat pooled in my lower belly but I couldn't be weak and also be a fool. I looked up to see him glaring at me.

"If I can't be your Luna, then I'll never be with you. You rejected me painfully and watched while I was beaten for what I knew nothing about."

"You can't be my Luna because you are wolfless and also a murderer. Don't even try to defend yourself. You should be grateful I am offering to make you my mistress regardless of your crimes." He spat as his eyes blazed at me.

I had hurt his ego, his pride as a man, and an Alpha by rejecting to be with him as a mistress. Never will I ever be.

"Don't feel pity for me because I don't need it," I snapped at him and soon realized my mistake. "I am needed in the kitchen right now," I said and moved away from him to the door.

"You are going to regret this," he said to me and waved me off, his back facing me. His shoulders were tensed and I saw his hands twitching violently. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I walked away from the room wondering how bad my life would be now. I just offended the new Alpha. There was a lingering promise in his words. He meant everything he said. But before he would make my life hell, I must have left the pack already.

I got to the dining room and met the place tidied already. So I went to the woods - my favorite spot where I usually go to have a break from all the things happening in my pathetic life. I lay on the floor and decided to have a quick nap.

I was awoken by birds and found the night dark already and my blood chilled faster than a frostbite. I didn't join in serving the afternoon meal. I am so dead. I picked up myself and ran to the pack house. This would be another reason for the barbie doll, Dianne to get me back to the dungeon.