Thirteen Posessive Alpha Mates and the Nerd

Chapter Five: Rejected by my 13 mates

I awake with a start, jolting into an upright position. It's pretty early in the morning, not quite dawn, but the sky a twilight blue rather than black, maybe 4 or 5 am. My head throbs in pain, like someone is playing whack-a-mole only my head is the mole and the mallet is made out of stainless steal. I cradle my head in my hands and call out for my mother. She doesn't come; she must be too busy sitting on the couch collecting dust, which is all she ever does nowadays. Since the fire, my bitch of  mom never has any time for me.

I stand up to get a glass of water and some ibuprofen, or maybe something stronger like opioids if the pain persists. Before I even make it to the hole in my bedroom floor, I slip on the empty foil container of the family-size lasagna I devoured last night in one gulp. I'm so tiny that I float to the floor like a dainty little feather.

The pain in my head is so bad I can't even stand up. What is happening to me?

As quickly as the pain developed, it begins to fade away. Was that my first period? (My "the care and keeping of you" book burned down in the fire.)

"Heyyy..." says a disembodied voice inside my head.

"Hello?" I respond out loud, then I suddenly realize something, "are you...my wolf?"

"Yes, I am. You can shift into a wolf now or whatever."

I'm immediately enthralled with joy. Now that I can shift into my wolf, I'll never have to tolerate abuse from my peers ever again. Instead, I can tear our their jugulars!

"You wanna run around in the forest and eat some fucking rabbits or something?" The wolf inside my head, voiced by Chris Pratt, asks mischievously.

"I would, but I have to go to school. Then there's the whole *im a werewolf messiah with 13 mates* situation. That's gonna be a whole thing." I respond.

"I hate Mondays," my wolf says.

I get up and start getting ready for school, throwing my long auburn hair into a messy bun. All my clothes burned down in the fire, so I slip on the outfit I wear every single day; galaxy leggings and an emo hello kitty graphic tee, both generously stained with pizza sauce and crusted lasagna noodles. Grabbing my backpack and copy of War and Peace, I slide down the pole to the living room and start cooking breakfast. After eating nine bowls of fruit loops and an entire stick of butter, I say goodbye to my family.

"Bye dad, bye mom," I chirp sweetly, placing a kiss on my moms forehead. Her head falls off and rolls across the floor. I roll my eyes at her narcissistic antics, and head out the front door.

On my way to school, I run into none other than Jizzabell!

Get out of my way, you stinky whore!" She screams, arms crossed over her gigantic tits. That's a lot of talk for someone literally designated "the pack slut" but OK.

"Let's eat her alive and shit out her remains then force her family to drink a Jizzabell shit smoothie," says Chris Pratt. Not a bad idea, but I don't really feel like going to the werewolf psych ward.

While I'm thinking of a great comeback, Jizzy throws acid in my eyes and laughs maniacally.

"That's for being dirty lowlife Omega, and for the terrible betrayal your family did to the rest of our pack years before you were even born that everyone hates you for!"

I shift into my wolf with glorious orange colored fur, and run away crying. When I get to school, my clothes are now also covered in mud from running on all fours. People literally cover their noses in disgust as I walk past them.

"Well well well. If it isn't the stink-meister," a bully says to me, before grabbing me by my feet and slamming me headfirst into a wall of lockers. Then, he turns into a wolf, uses my leg as a chew toy, and pees on me.

"Why are you doing this!" I cry.

"Your family betrayed the pack or something!" He snarls.

Oh right. I keep forgetting about that...

"Don't touch her!" Thirteen people suddenly yell in unison. One by one, each of of my mates runs down the hall and beats my bully to a shriveled pulp. One of the ones I haven't met yet, the nerdy one with broken glasses and suspenders, kneels beside me and starts to tend to my festering wounds.

"I'm Daxton, I'm a janitor, let me help you," he offers.

"A janitor? HOT," Chris Pratt comments.

Daxton takes me out of school and to his janitor house, filled with all the cleaning supplies and washing machines a girl could ever dream of. He does a load of laundry for me, and even lets me take a shower!

"Wow," he says once I'm out of the shower and dressed in clean clothes from the lost and found (Walmart mumu and crocs). "Under all that crusted Italian food...you're actually hot af!" Daxton says with a nerdy lisp that all nerds have. "I like star wars." He adds. What's a Star Wars?

I blush intensely.

12 knocks on the door interrupts us; it's the other 12 of my 13 mates!

"Hey party people!" I shout gleefully

Instead of responding to me, they pounce on Daxton and start beating him up.

"Don't hog her, Barbie Quagmire is all of ours!" Dick howls, tearing off Daxton's nerdy button down. Under his clothes, he's shredded!

"Guys, guys, this isn't like you," I say, getting in between them and staring all of them in the eyes. "Dick, Damon, Damien, Daryl, Dylan, Darnell, Darren, David...and you guys I haven't actually spoken to yet. I know you better than this. Don't fight."

They call calm down, soothed by my soothing words and erotic simpsons mumu.

"I'm Diego," says the gay one, sashaying gayily to shake my hand and tossing a hot pink feather boa around his neck. I've always wanted a gay boyfriend...

"I'm DJ," says the DJ I saw last night with the sick crazy frog mash up. I'm immediately encaptured by his T-shirt of my favorite show: my little pony. I've always wanted an incel brony boyfriend...

"I'm Dominic," says the jock one, punching Daxton in the face and then pulling a football out of his ass and tossing it in the air leisurely. I've always wanted a jock boyfriend...

"And I'm Drew!" Says the one dressed in a clown costume. I've always wanted a clown boyfriend...

Now that we're all acquainted, orgy?" Suggests Chris Pratt. I'm glad no one else can hear him, the mischievous little devil that he is. I laugh to myself, thankful that he's so fun loving and silly, but unfortunately, now is not the time for a fourteensome.

"So, what do you guys want to do now?" I ask suggestively, my body language stuck in a continuous loop of flirting, winking uncontrollably.

"About that..." Dick, the alpha, begins. "We actually came...to reject you."

"WHAT?" I shriek, my heart dropping to my ass. "But...but you're my mates!"

"Yeah, but...you're an Omega," Damon points out.

"And your family did betray us that one time."  Daryl shrugs.

"Right. People keep mentioning that. But I'm not really sure what that has to do with me. What did they even do?" I ask. "Surely I can make up for it?"

The alpha takes a deep, steadying breath. "I suppose it's time you know what your family did to make you deserve regular violent bullying. You might wanna sit down for this."

I do as he says, and Dick begins to tell me the tragic story...