"Mate."
I found my mate! My mate, the one who's going to love me unconditionally, the one's that's going to save me from the this hell hole, the one's pup who I am going to carry, the one - Wait, it's Wyatt.
My eyebrows scrunched together. Why is Wyatt where my mate is supposed to be? My eyes searched around the hallway, where did my mate go?
Wyatt is your mate, you idiot. My wolf sighed, Why am I stuck with this human side?
Hey, you love me! I shouted at her. I would have gone further into the conversation if it wasn't for the fact that she had told that Wyatt was our mate. My eyes widened at the realization, Wyatt is our mate. Oh fuck.
"So, you're my mate, huh?" He rose an eyebrow.
"I believe so." I answered noncholantly, with a shrug.
"Not anymore," he smirked, " I, Wyatt Evergreen, reject you, Melinda Oscar, as my mate."
Son of bitch! Well, that's not really an insult, I thought.
"Why?" I whispered, my voice cracking a bit. I held back the tears that were threatning to spill like a freaking waterfall.
"Why," he began, "You want to know why?" Well, why the fuck do you think I asked - just for the fucking heck of it?! "I'll tell you why," he continued, "it's because, well, look at you!" He pointed at me. "You're a big fat oaf, a worthless piece of shit, and you can't even shift yet! You are not fit to be a Luna, Melinda." He eyes seems to soften, "You are not fit to be a Luna, this pack needs a strong Luna."
"I can become fit to be a Luna, Wyatt - just give me a chance!" I step forward to grasp his hand and clung onto it. I felt shocks as my finger brushed against his hand.
"Get away from me!" He roared, as he forced my hand off of his. "I can't do that to the pack."
"What about you, Wyatt?" My voice was low and a small hiccup escaped. "Forget about the pack; what do you want?" I looked into his eyes.
"I want what's best for the pack," he answered. "As an Alpha, I have to think about what is best for the pack, Melinda." I love the way he say my name. This is not the time for that! I scolded myself. "And you are not it." He gave me last glance as before he walked away, leaving me alone in the hallway to weep by myself, at least he thinks I am.
Filled with sudden anger, I furiously wipe the tears away. I won't cry over him, not anymore. I stomp my way to my shitty room.
I need to get away, I need to stay away. They don't need me, so why should I stay? Why should I torture myself seeing him everyday, knowing that I won't be known as his? He would probably be with other girls. I can't do that to myself, seeing him with other girls.
I took the old duffel bag I had for when I had to carry all my clothes to move into this room, and stuffed it with all the clothes I owned - which wasn't much. I tore a piece of paper from a notebook I used grabbed a pen and started writing. As I wrote the letter, I heard the front door open. I went over to small window and saw almost everyone leaving. I smirked; perfect. Leaving is going to be easier than I thought.
I looked over my letter, smiling.
Dear assholes,
I hate you all with a burning passion. All of you disgust the living shit out of me. I don't need you, you don't need me. So I'm leaving.
To my mate, and brother and sister, and parents, (A/N: I have decided that Stacy will be her sister and John is her brother.) go and fuck yourself.
I hope you have a terrible life.
Bye.
P.S. Don't come looking for me, I don't want to found.
Perfect.
Now to trash this room, I smiled, Oh, this is gonna be fun.
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Once I trashed my room, I did downstairs - once I found out that everyone did leave. Fun, it was.
I grabbed my duffel bag and walked out the door of the pack house with a smile on my face. I walked all the way to the border line, not run, but walk. Once I was at the border line that seperated the territory from others, I turned around and flipped the middle finger. I turned back around and took my first step towards freedom.
I smiled, I'm free.
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Another chapter! That was a fast upload. I hope you enjoy this one.
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The Rejected Avolf
WerewolfI was rejected when I was 13 by my pack, my family, the world. I was rejected by my mate when I was 15. Fifteen was also the age I ran away to find a new life. Stumbling upon a pack, I stayed because my wolf told me to. Four years into the future, I...