18 year old Demetria Torres was the weak link of the Mega-Howl Pack. Her father Mike was the Alpha and yet his middle child, Demetria, showed no signs of his mighty blood in her. As a result, he disowned her and labeled her as the Omega. He allowed...
I walked slightly behind Madison as we headed to school. My school had a pre- school next to it that's why Maddie was with me.
"Demi!" Madison yelled.
I jumped slightly. But relaxed when I realized it was only Maddie. "Your Highness you called?" I joked. I can be myself around her.
"Yes I did," she said sticking her tongue out. "I was telling you that today in school we are going to talk about who our hero is!"
" I'm sure Alpha Mike is happy you our going to discuss him," I said glumly.
"Silly! I'm going to discuss you!" I was shocked. Astonished. Paralyzed. In a state of disbelief.
"Why? I'm not special. I'm not strong. I'm not smart. I'm not pretty. I'm a nobody. An Omega. So why talk about ME?" I asked.
Madison pulled me as if telling me to keep walking. So I did. "You are special. You are strong because you survived the abuse since Mommy died. You are the smartest person I know. You are not pretty. But you are beautiful. You are somebody. You are my sister and I love you." she said all of that with not the slightest sliver of doubt in her voice causing a few tears to shed.
"Thank you. I love you, too." I responded. Realizing we were at school I dropped Maddie off at pre- k and headed to class ignoring the hateful comments about me.
As I walked in the room I smelled a distinctive scent of pine and oak. I ignored it for now because of the gazes I received and hastily took my seat in the back not before hearing a cheerleader say "Here Fatty Catty" and the classroom erupted into fits of laughter. Even the math teacher tried to hold back a snicker.
After the painful math lesson, I felt someone grab my wrist and smelt the scent from earlier get stronger.
I turned around and noticed my mate was Kyle Mason. The future Alpha of the BloodMoon pack.
He had evergreen eyes, sandy blonde hair mixed with some brown too, and a strong build. Not only was he a powerful wolf but a handsome person. He was wearing a long sleeve green shirt that complemented his eyes and blue jeans.
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He pulled me towards the girls bathroom and locked the door.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked not looking at him.
"Look me in my eyes," he commanded. "What is your name?"
"Dem-demetria Devonne Torres," I stuttered out knowing the reject was coming.
"I, Kyle David Mason The future Alpha of the BloodMoon pack, reject Demetria Devonne Torres as my mate." My heart began to break as the mate bond began to snap.
"I, Demetria Devonne Torres, accept your rejection." I stated and felt the lack of an emotional attachment to him.
"Now the real fun can begin," Kyle said smirking evilly stepping dangerously close.
My heartbeat began to rise. My eyes shifted to the door 15 feet away. I trued to move towards it he grabbed me by my hair and slammed me into the wall. Then he punched me in my jaw. "Tisk, tisk, tisk. No escaping."
He roughly pinned my arms above my head leaving handprints. He moved both my wrist into one of his gigantic hands and ripped my shirts off. "Not much to show off glad I rejected you."
I tried to resist causing him to knee me in my recently bruised ribs after my fall down the stairs. "Please stop. Please!" I begged. In order to shut me up he forcefully kissed me invading my mouth with his tongue. He undid the buttons on our pants and pulled our under garments down. His member was already hard. As he was about to enter. I tried again " please no!! I'm a virgin NO!!! Stop!"
He only said "That will make it all the sweeter." And pushed in my vagina without any warning snapping the hymen and continued until he came undone inside me. He wiped the last of his semen and my blood on my tear streaked face, pulled up his pants, spat on my weeping body. And said "Thanks Slutty Fatty Catty" and left as if he didn't steal the only thing I had left. My innocence.
