THE POWERFUL; YET REJECTED

Chapter 1: My life

On top is a photo of Ashlyn Rose<3 enjoy
This is a crappy beginning but please stick with it. I tried to explain as best as I could how the werewolf life works bc I have friends who have no idea what even a mate is. So enjoy. 😊

Ashlyn's POV:

My name is Ashlyn Rose. Most people think I'm just a normal girl. How wrong they are. I am actually a werewolf.I am bullied by my biggest enemy. Alexander Sky.

We used to be best friends. His parents were the alphas of the pack until it passed down to him. I never got to know my parents. They had died when I was two. I had wandered around the streets alone and helpless until alpha Tom saved me. He had sensed me as a werewolf and welcomed me to the pack.

Then Tom retired and gave his role to my ex-best friend;Alex. We had been besties until we were 11. Then one day he just stopped talking to me. I never knew why. I tried talking to him again but it was like I was invisible. I respected his choice even though something told me inside that it was not ok to submit to anyone. It told me I was stronger and more powerful, but I ignored the feeling.

My alarm starts going off and I shift my head so I could smack the alarm until it turned off. Most others thought I was weak and just a poor girl. Even I was shocked how short-tempered I am and how strong and raging I am when someone tries to threaten or hurt me. I have learned to control it though.

I heave myself off the bed and step into the shower. I thought for awhile until I remembered something. My birthday was in 2 days! Then I scowled at the thought that Alex's birthday was tomorrow. How lucky were we to have birthday dates right next to each other.

Since Tom was such a nice pack leader and I had no one to take care of me when I was two,they had let me live in their own house. To this day I still lived in it. Although I rarely see Alex any more because of his man slut ways.(excuse my language)

After more thoughts I stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a robe around me and looked in the mirror. To me I looked ugly with my black,curly hair and grey eyes. Other people always say I look very pretty and should be a model but I disagree. I feel like an outsider at times. No one I've ever met that is a were wolf has black hair. They always have lighter shades. And for my eyes,don't even get me started. Grey eyes?Was that even possible?! I shook my head to stop my flow of thoughts.

I hoped my mate would accept me for who I am. Although if they reject me I promised myself I would not waste any tears on them. I grabbed my makeup bag and grabbed some eyeliner. I made small black wings on the corner of my eyes(or whatever they're called) and lip gloss. I liked simple makeup. Too much is too ugly.

I untied the hair tie that was keeping my hair in a messy bun. My locks of hair fell a bit below my shoulders.

I walked back into my room and picked an outfit.

(Ignore the hair)