The Blessed Wolf's Rejection {reverse rejection story}

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^Angel's wolf (Lexi)

Angel's Pov

I cringed into the corner of the room as my twin brother, Jake, and the Alpha's son, Eric took turns beating me. They were far from gentle, and if I didn't know any better, I'd think they were actually trying to kill me this time.

"Get up bitch", Eric spat, "we haven't even messed up your face yet."

Suddenly, he pulled out a small pocket knife which made me fear for my life even more. Why me? What did I ever do?

Jake took Erics' knife away. I knew it wasn't because he cared or was purposely going easy on me. If anyone saw cuts on my face or body, my parents would be humiliated. I don't know why it matters since everyone in the pack treats me like trash anyways.

"Sorry bro", Jake said, "we'll have to settle for our fists. And we can't touch the face."

"Fine. Let's just make sure she can hardly move on her birthday."

Our 15th birthday was tomorrow, December 1st, and I wasn't particularly looking forward to it. Every year, the beatings get much harsher on our birthday. Especially from Jake. It's like I don't deserve to celebrate my birthday, so they make sure I can't even move to enjoy it.

So the rest of my night was spent getting pummeled by my twin and our future alpha. I gratefully welcomed the darkness as it finally took over and I passed out in a mangled heap of limbs. My only moment of peace before the dreaded birthday.

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I wake up in the corner of my bedroom where they left me. My room was the attic. It was kinda cramped with all the stuff my family keeps up here, which is why this is where I get to sleep. And although I'm not exactly sleeping on the floor, all I have is a twin mattress with no sheets lying on the floor.

Do you want to know how I got to this point in life? Well, it's really simple actually. Not. There was a massive rogue attack when I was 5. I would've died if it hadn't been for the Alphas' third in command. Unfortunately, he died while protecting me. Ever since, everyone blamed me for his death. I was fucking 5 years old. He was doing what he had sworn to do: protect his pack no matter the cost.

Anyways, I'm 15 today and that means extra heavy beatings. Yay. I check the small clock and it reads 4:30am. That's really early for me. And I have two choices now: go back to sleep and enjoy my last hour of peace or get ready for school now, and leave early to avoid the morning birthday punches.

I choose the latter. I go downstairs to the bathroom to shower and tend to my wounds. When I get out of the shower, I notice something glowing in the fogged up mirror. Wiping the mirror enough to see, I jump back when I realize my amber eyes are glowing. That's not supposed to happen. I'm not 17 yet.

Hi Angel, I'm Lexi. Who are you, and why are you in my head? I'm your wolf silly. How? This isn't supposed to happen for another year. All I can say for now is that you're no ordinary wolf so I manifested early. Think of this like hitting puberty extra early. Wait, does this mean I'll find my mate today? And shift? I know we'll shift, but can't be sure about finding our mate. Don't wanna get your hopes up. Whatever, I need to get ready for school and get out of here. Oki doki.

I head back up to the attic wrapped in a towel, pondering over everything Lexi told me. And suddenly, I've got a headache. Maybe it's the information overload? Just great, I get to start my birthday with a headache. But I'll take that over the punches.

As I'm about to put my simple clothes on, I feel a crack and I realize that it's my spine. For a second I get scared thinking that someone slipped into the room unnoticed and hit me. But the cracks keep happening all over my body. It's excruciatingly painful and clearly not being done by anyone else. I must be shifting already.