Mate
I slowly looked up to see shocked ocean blue eyes staring intently at me. I grimaced because my mate had to be the player, my soon-to-be Alpha, Selden Woods. He scowled, pulling his hands away, making my heart sink deep into my chest. My fists clenched involuntarily. He smirked and gave me a once over. I knew what was going to come out of his mouth.
"I, Selden Woods, reject you, Alessa Sartori, as my mate." Just as I was about to respond, the pack slut, Darla, came in and wrapped her slimy hands around him. I gave them a disgusted look, which the slut smirked at. Selden looked hurt but immediately recovered with his famous smirk.
I gave him a disappointed look, focusing my attention on my water. I finished drinking it, squeezed the bottle and threw it in the sink. I was just about to make my way to my room when Darla pushed me, but I barely stumbled. I turned to face her.
"What, bitch?" she snarled. I started shaking, losing control of my body. I slammed her against the counter roughly. She whimpered, then snarled. She pushed me, making me fall back and hit my head painfully against the counter. I got up and completely lost it. I lunged at her, pushing her down to the ground. I began to punch her repeatedly, hearing the cracking of her nose. She was screaming, but it was faint. I felt someone pull me back, feeling sparks. I turned to find Selden gripping my arms, keeping me in place. I glared at him, hatred consuming my being. I pulled away from him roughly. He looked hurt, but I was far from caring.
"Go on and play nurse with your slut," I spat, pushing past him and making my way to my room.
The pain was too intense.
I had no one.
Parents?
My mother died in a fire.
Father couldn't stand seeing how much I looked like my mother.
Sibling?
My father still believed my mother was alive a hiding, and never met anyone.
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I was slowly dying inside.
My pack was in a war.
Fighting against the most toughest, harsh, and rough pack known in North and South America.
When the alpha turns out to be my mate I'm not concerned about, by him.
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There's an inferno burning me inside and out.
My pack was slowly breaking down,brick by brick.
I tried to make excuses for why he did that to me
Stress?
Tired?
But when he rejected me, I left, with a burden.
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The passion of hurt started from the balls of my feet and ran upward.
I was lost.
Pain was an understatement.
I would have died.
We would have died.
If the pack attacking my old pack hadn't kidnapped me.
If then I wouldn't have found my second chance mate.
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