Outcast

Chapter 1

"I, Evan Richards, reject you, Taliyah Nguyen, as my mate."

Taliyah looked up in annoyance at the male casting a dark shadow over her tiny figure, her blue eyes filled with boredom. His voice had rung clear through the empty courtyard, though every supernatural being within the vicinity of the school had easily heard his remark. She huffed as she tucked bleached strands behind her little ears, their tips pointed like most half-Fae.

"Rad," she grinned, "So I won't be stuck with some lame-ass alpha for the rest of my life."

The deep yellow of his wolf's eyes danced within in his own hazel ones, his face scrunched up in confusion, "Excuse me?"

She lent back, the smile on her face feral and wide as she crossed her tanned legs, "You heard me. I'm happy you rejected me, I'd rather be a rogue than some pathetic Alpha's bitch."

Her comment did its job of pissing the teen off, as that confusion quickly turned to anger. She wasn't upset about the rejection, she had been expecting it, but the girl was too arrogant to let him have the last laugh about rejecting the half-breed. And there was the additional bonus of watching the handsome boy turn to a heated mess when she fucked up his power play.

"I always knew there was something wrong with you, Nguyen, this just confirms it.'

She felt her eyes roll, "Why?" she spat, standing to face the boy addressing her, "because I had the nerve to accept a rejection from a fucking pussy?" although he was almost foot taller than her, she did not hesitate to shove him.

"Oh, poor me," she cried, sarcasm dripping from her tongue like venom, "Alpha Richards rejected me, whatever will I do without a strong wolf to protect me."

"Whatever," he hissed, raising his hands in defeat as he backed away, annoyance covering his face like a mask, "Have fun trying to find your place in this pack when you reek of unseelie blood and rejection."

"I look forward to it," she laughed, grinning like a maniac.

He adjusted his backpack as he turned, "Fucking wierdo," he growled under his breath, eyes turning a dark shade of yellow as he stalked over to the main building.

She watched him leave, letting the grin turn into a grim line. She turned and kicked the bench she had been sitting on, the wolf in her blood denting the cold metal.

Pulling her hair into a messy ponytail, she angrily grabbed her busted-up satchel, marching towards the wrought iron fence that surrounded the Washington private school. She knew she should stop ditching, it was barely week two of the new school year, but she was sick of dealing with the pack's shit and it wasn't like her attendance mattered, she could easily alter the minds and papers of the school officials when it came time for graduation, and it wasn't like the school work was hard. She was just so tired of pack politics intervening in every aspect of her life.

From the snickering trio of subordinate she-wolves in her biology class to the aloof beta in her French class, it seemed the seventeen-year-old could never escape the world her genetics had created for her. And it seemed this rejection would merely make her life more of a living hell, based on the scent Richards had been radiating when he stormed off.

Gripping the cold iron tightly, she easily lifted herself over the fence, her stomach scrapping lightly against the sharp points. Heavy boots landed with a loud thud as she hit the forest floor, the first sign of winter crunching under her foot in the form of golden leaves coated in thin frost.

She had never been so glad to live so out of town, because it allowed her to both sort through what had just happened on her journey home, but it also meant to she could avoid the gaze of the pack members who lived throughout the town.

Being an outcast within society had never bothered her, but there was something unnerving about being rejected by your supposed 'family', and when those empty stares got to be too much for the teen, she was more than happy to retreat to her cosy room on the edge of town. Because although it was small, it was hers and did not reek of the bitter scent that coated every other part of this county.

For a town whose major population was human, the werewolves had somehow marked every corner of this godforsaken place, a sour reminded that she was not welcome, despite her father's heroism years before.

Truly, her father's legacy was the only thing going for her within the pack, and even that was tainted by her mother's blood. She knew it wasn't her looks that had caused the rejection from both the pack and her mate, she had been told countless times by the pervs near the town fountain that she was 'pretty for an Asian girl', though she often responded to the supposed compliments with a vicious snarl. She looked human enough, though the blue eyes were often a giveaway, her mother's stunning genes had dominated her blood, so it merely looked as if she was wearing coloured lenses twenty-four/seven.

This meant the only cause of the rejection was her blood itself, the unseelie court's mischief lingering in her almond eyes, their trademark smirk playing on the edge of her lips. Looking at the rejection from a biological perspective was incredibly stupid in her eyes, it wasn't she was a vampire/werewolf, she was Barghest for fucks sake, another wolf-like creature of magical descent.

Whatever, her wolf's nasty thoughts crept from the dark corners of her mind, we'll make them regret it.

"We don't need to, Otsanda, we can just flee the pack when I turn eighteen."

Rejecting a mate is significant event, child, we must strike back and prove we are not weak.

"Dude, it was Richards, I don't care and neither should you."

We must strike.

"But I'm unbothered by the rejection, it doesn't affect me."

But it affects me, Otsanda chimed back, her voice gravely and inhuman, and I want blood.

"They'll regret fucking with us," she murmured, a feral grin finding its way on to her face, "But first, food."