"I, Mason Bradley Roth, reject you."
I smile, laughing like an insane maniac instead of crying, taking a step towards him. "I Jessica Parker, accept your rejection, Mason Roth. You will regret that."
Three words that changed my life.
Jessica Parker was an abused member of her pack. No, she didn't kill anyone. Her parents died, and she is cared for by her distantly related cousin, Josie.
Until she's rejected.
Note: I wrote this when I was like 11.
I was the unwanted.
I was the broken.
I was the girl no one wanted to be friends with.
I was the one who kept to myself scared of rejection.
I was the quietly smart one no one came close to.
I was the mate he didn't dare want.
She grew up in the pack without friends or support. Her extended family was there for her at a distance. None of the other wolves liked her at all. She was beaten, bruised and nearly killed on a weekly basis. Scars mar her skin. She's not beautiful anymore. They don't understand what it's like to be her. Never will they. Not even her mate.