The Rejected Alpha

Chapter 12

After three more hours of reading I finished the first book. Well that's one book down. Four more to go. I immediately took the Sea of Monsters and continued my reading adventure, escaping my own reality and becoming Annabelle.

It was getting to five o' clock I was beginning to get tired. The book was nice and all, but I needed to do something else. I was beginning to feel dizzy. I put the book down and went to my room. I walked to the window and opened the curtain.

Looking out at the woods at this time is not half as creepy as when its in the night. I really want to try and forget what I saw two nights ago.

My childhood nightmares keep coming back to haunt me. Nobody even knows what I dream about, not even Mavis. Its not something I like to discuss.
I opened the window and stuck my head in between two bars. To my far right I could see the sun getting ready to set. It really looked beautiful in the now orange looking sky. This could be a very nice landscape drawing.

Maybe when Latifah comes, I could ask her to get me a sketch pad, I'd like to draw sometime. Maybe some water colours too. Maybe the Picasso in me can be awakened. Or more like conjured.

That reminds me where is she? She could either be running late or she's not coming at all. Maybe Damon stopped her, cause he wants me to be left alone. I wonder if Mavis and Rose even know I'm here?

I haven't even seen Rose since we got out of our cells. I sighed. I don't get it, Damon has been somewhat hostile towards me, even before the 'incident' with Cassandra. He really doesn't act like he's my mate. Come to think of it, maybe he isn't. He's never actually said it before. Maybe I just feel that way around him cause he's hot.

He's our mate stop trying to deny it.

There you go again with the our, why are you dragging me into your puppy love.

Would you rather I mate with a wolf whose human side you cannot stand or isn't emotionally available to you?

Isn't that what's happening right now anyway? I deadpan to her.

He's stubborn, but he'll come around. He's our mate.

But he hates me, and he's been so cold towards me. And the worst thing is that, I think I like him and if he comes asking for forgiveness I'd forget everything that has happened in an instant.
Desperate, I know. I hate me too right now.

I blame it on the stupid mate bond, which seems to only be one sided.

He's just too arrogant, even towards his own mother. Oh, Latifah, where are you, I need someone to talk to.

Right on cue, the front door opens and she walks in.

Finally. I quickly shut the window and walk to the living room.

"Latifah, I thought you weren't gonna-" I started to say as I walked into the living room.

I stopped dead in my tracks.
My eyes widened in shock and I took a couple steps back, bumping into a wall. I'm not dreaming, am I?
What the hell is this?! I really hope I'm dreaming.

Oh, crap, I'm not. I shook my head. I'm being haunted.

"No." I said shaking my head even more.

"Well its nice to see you too." Cassandra's annoying voice filled my head as she stood by the door with a smug smile on her face.

"You're dead." I said, frozen to the spot. Great, I'm seeing ghosts now.

"Pfft, you wish." she said. I thought I was seeing a ghost but when I looked at her longer I realized she wasn't a ghost, I couldn't see through her. And that's a criteria for ghosts right? To be transparent or translucent at least? With all the things I've found out about within the past year, I'm pretty sure ghosts being real isn't high on the 'can't believe its possible' list. Who knows, Casper's probably real too.