The Rejected

35

It's been a week since the marking and I have resulted into throwing up since I have grown to weak to fight it back. Good thing its only when I am getting ready to shower. So no mess.

I was sitting in my college classroom listening to the professor talk about the mate system. Not gonna lie I took a werewolf class because I was fascinated by them after meeting Damon.

"The likely chance of a pup surviving their first shift is 70%. But if the pup is not strong enough to survive. Their inner would murder the small body and the pup will die a slow and painful death that only the alpha is allowed to end the suffering." Wow that's sad.... maybe I should ask about a human's chance of surviving a shift?

Before I had a chance to think about it I raised my hand which caused the professor to look at me awaiting my question. "What's the chance of a human surviving a shift?"

He looked a bit taken aback at my question but he answered. "It depends. It's a 50/50 chance. if the human works out enough their is a chance they will survive. If not like the pup their inner new wolf would murder them. But it's rare for a human to be turned so we don't have much information."

I gulped at that answer and my hand instinctively went to the mark on my neck feeling the two scared holes in my neck. I better start working harder then. 

After class I was able to find Damon and smiled walking over to him but before I could get close enough I saw a girl wrap her arms around him and stand on her toes to place a kiss upon his cheek. I stood their shocked and confused and.... angry.

I sat there like a deer in headlights as I watched what happened. My heart began to hurt. Sure it wasn't on the lips but Damon didn't do anything to stop her. He turned to her and looked like he was about to say something but his lips fell together as he looked up at me. His face turned pale as he pushed her to the side.

I didn't give him time to speak I just turned away and walked. I wanted nothing to do with him all I wanted to do was find a safe place where I could cry my eyes out without being stared at or judged.

Eventually I found a empty hall and sat on the ground hugging my legs to my chest as I let the warm water flow from my eyes down my cheek. 

I don't know how long I have been there for but all I know is I was snapped out of my misery when I saw legs appear in front of me. I sniffled and looked up to see a boy around my age with natural white hair and hazel like eyes. He looked well built but not well enough to have a alpha body. He leaned down in front of me as he looked at me.

"Now who hurt you princess?" Princess! Last time I checked I didn't dress like a rich girl or had a feminine fashion sense.

"Don't call me princess." I told him doing the best I could to sound tough but my voice failed me making me sound weak.

He chuckled at my reaction. "Alpha boy betrayed ya didn't he? My names Hex."