Royal Twins of La Lune

Chapter 3 Stella

"Ella, oh Ella!" A voice chanted down the hallway, singing in a high pitched, off tune kind of way.

"Just ignore her." Sighed one of my best friends, Oaklee.

"Easier said than done." I grumbled as Colette's voice continued to taunt me.

"Oh, there you are, Ella!" Colette smiled while Jolene, Holly, and Kenzie

giggled behind her.

"Ferme ta gueule, salope!" I shouted at her, knowing damn well she didn't have a clue what I was saying.

"What? What did you just say to me, you little freak?" Colette growled.

"She called you a slut, moran." Oaklee scoffed.

"Why do you even hang out with her? She's a rogue." Jolene spat.

"No, she's not. She's a part of the Redemption pack that, by definition, excludes her from being called a rogue." Mylah walked up behind us, crossing her arms as she defended me.

"Good as." Kenzie flipped her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder.

"You're a disgrace to the Royal pack by aligning yourself with her." Holly glared at Mylah and Oaklee, two of my friends who hailed from the Royal Legacy pack.

It was rare to find a royal pack member hanging around a member of the Redemption pack. They saw us as nothing, as beneath them, as a gesture of pity from the gracious King and Queen. I don't know what I did, but since I started at the upper school my eighth grade year, I've been taunted, teased, and targeted by nearly every single member of the royal pack, even by some members of my own pack.

Maybe it was because my mother was French and a housekeeper in the palace, or because my father was a warrior, or simply because I stood up to the first three women who bullied me and tried to stuff me into a locker, I didn't know for sure; all I knew for sure was that, by the encouragement of the twin kings, I was this schools number one target.

The only thing that kept me from going murderous with rage was the idea of being rescued by my mate, or fleeing from the realm, whichever came first. In 7 weeks, I would turn 18 and graduate, and, in two months, I would attend the Mating Ball. Come hell or high water, with or without a man, I was going to get myself out of this place and find my peace.

"Go bother the freshmen." Wren's voice made me jump as she suddenly appeared beside me with Dallas and Kinley.

"Yuck, there's more of you." Colette scrunched up her nose like she smelt something bad. We all knew good and well that no one here smelt anything like a rogue, but that didn't stop her from causing a scene.

"That's the late bell, ladies, get a move on." The principal yelled at us from the end of the hall and we all scattered, heading towards our last class of the day.

Dallas and I had English together, sitting as far away from the Royal pack members as we could possibly get. Dallas pulled her long brown hair up into a ponytail before flipping open her binder. I copied her actions and started taking down the notes that Mr. Hughs had written on the board. 70 minutes later, we were freed from the building.

Dallas and I met up with Wren, Kinley, Oaklee, Mylah, and our other girlfriend from the royal pack, Tate, in the parking lot in front of the school. Oaklee, Mylah, and Tate were all generation members of the Royal Legacy pack, their families migrating in when the pack was first started. They often carpooled together since they all lived inside the royal village. Dallas, Wren, and Kinley belonged to the Redemption pack, like myself. We were all neighbors inside our pack's village.