Rebel Wolf

"I, Alpha Damian Williams, future alpha of the white moon pack, rejects you Imelda Stone, of the Crescent pack, as my mate."

I could hear his voice still ringing in my head as I ran. The pain that seared through my heart was one I couldn't bear. It felt as though my heart had been ripped apart into two. The only time I felt this kind of pain was when my mother, the former Luna of the Crescent pack died.

Not wanting to tear up in front of him, I ran off after shifting into my wolf; not without rejecting him.

Though it hurts, I refuse to be an object of ridicule. I am Imelda Stone, the first daughter of Alpha Raiden Stone. I had the blood of an Alpha running through me and I was no weakling. Therefore I was not going to become one because my mate rejected me. Though, my wolf Arla reacted differently, whimpering in pain, wanting nighting else but to be in the arms of our mate.

"Get it together Arla, he doesn't want us," I sneered angrily.

"I know, but it hurts," she whimpered in pain. I could feel the pain too but I refused to let it weigh me down. I just kept running, releasing my anger to the wind.

We had gone to the White Moon pack to make an alliance with them when I met him, my mate. He smelt of ginger bread and snow fluke. My heart soared in happiness and Arla paced about in my head happily. We wanted to meet our mate and be in his arms.

I thought I was lucky to have met my fated mate. Not everyone was privileged to have a mate, only two out of ten wolves ever got lucky to meet their mates. So I was more than glad to have gotten a mate but the moment I walked up to him, he rejected me, claiming he had someone he wanted already.

If not for the alliance that my pack came for, I would have clawed his handsome face and scar him for life. At least, he would use the scar to remember me as the mate he rejected.

But I couldn't do that, it would cause a fight and spoil all the effort my dad put into making the alliance. So I simply accepted his rejection and walked away with my head held up high.

I could hear some wolves approaching and they were not from my pack.

"Rogue wolves," Arla said and a sinister smile curved on my face.

"Perfect timing," I slowed down and allowed them to close in on me. There were three wolves in total.

Two black wolves and a brown wolf. They caught up with me in no time. I growled menacingly, taking my stand.

"What's a lone Wolf like you doing out here on your own, you should be with daddy" one of the wolves circling me taunted. The brown one to be precise. It seemed to be the leader of it's little rogue group.

"None of your business," I sneered.

"If I were you, I'll run off now that I'm still being nice," I added and they growled threateningly.

"Watch your mouth little girl," he growled, glaring at me.

"Get out of my way," I ordered coldly.

"If we don't?"

I smiled wickedly, observing the way they moved. I could tell their weaknesses from their movement already and could take them all easily.

"Your spirits will be the ones to leave here, leaving your dead body behind."

"How dare you!" the brown wolf growled and charged at me, coming for my throat.

I easily side tracked him and bit down on his legs, ripping his flesh off.

He howled out in pain, not expecting my attack. Seeing one of theirs hurt, the two other black wolves charged at me at once.

I flipped backwards and they collided into each other. Before they could recover, I attacked one of the black wolves and ripped it's wind pipe out of it's throat and it went limp to the ground. My canines and fur were stained with it's blood and it irritated me.

One thing about rogue wolves is that, their attacks are not always coordinated. They attack without thinking which is what gives me an edge over them.

Distracted by the blood in my mouth, I didn't see the brown wolf charging at me. He slammed me into the tree and came charging at me again .

Not this time asshole!

I groaned in pain, pushing myself forward and then stabbed him in the belly with my claws, ripping his belly open.

He fell to the ground and shifted back to a naked man, gagging on his own blood.

The last wolf ran to him and nuzzled it's neck trying to get him to stand up. Seems they were mates. The brown streaked wolf was howling in pain as it clung close to her dead mate.

"Now you're making me feel bad, you should have left when I gave you the chance," I looked at the man in pity and shook my head. He was gone and can't be saved.

I turned to leave, leaving the wolf to mourn her dead mate. I decided to show her mercy since she just lost her mate. She might as well kill herself if she is unable to handle the pain.

Although I didn't know what it feels like to lose a mate, I know what it felt like to be rejected. I'm certain the pain that comes with losing a mate is far more painful than being rejected.

But well who was I kidding. She certainly isn't going to let go of her mate's death just like that. I felt her coming from behind, once she was close enough, I moved to the side and she landed roughly on the ground. She is really bad at sneak attacks. I could hear her paws hitting the ground aggressively even before she got close enough and I could feel the anger rolling off her in waves as well.

She got up from the ground quickly and charged at me again. I limped away, avoiding her claws. The brown wolf injured my leg when he slammed me into the tree and it is yet to heal.

"I don't want to hurt you, you just lost a mate. You should be mourning him and not trying to kill me." What I said, seemed to have provoked her, although I didn't mean to actually provoke her.

She charged at me more aggressively this time and tried to claw out my throat. I bit down on her paw, ripping her claw out and she howled out in pain, sending the birds flying away in fright.

Not waiting for her to recover, I ripped out her heart and she fell limp to the floor.

I really didn't want to kill her, but she wouldn't listen when I asked her to leave. I dumped her heart on the floor and dragged her to her mate, laying them side by side.

I wasn't so bad anyways, rather than mourn her dead mate forever, I helped her join him since she misses him so much already.

With one last glance at them, I walked away, feeling light headed and calmer after killing these rogue wolves.

"Let's go home Arla," I said to my wolf and she purred as we walked back home to our pack.

I walked into the pack smeared with blood in my human form. I shifted back before entering and wore the extra clothes I left behind a tree.

My mouth still had traces of blood, so did my body. The blood of the rogues that were smeared on my body had dried. I looked scattered and unkempt as I stepped into the pack house.

"Where in the goddess''s name did you go to and why are you covered in blood?" My father, Alpha Raiden, glared at me.

"I went for a run to calm my wolf down and decided to do a little hunting. I did not want to ruin your alliance because if I had stayed back a minute longer I might have caused a war and ruined the peaceful coexistence you wanted with the White Moon pack," I shrugged and went to take a seat.

That seemed to calm him down and his eyes softened a bit. I think I saw something more like pity in his eyes but I looked away not wanting his pity or that of anyone else.

"Oh my baby, are you ok?" Luna Scarlet, my step Mom, rushed to me, engulfing me in a tight hug. When I say tight hug, I mean a choking hug.

"I'll if you stop choking me," I said, grasping for breath.

"I'm so sorry," she pulled away.

" I'm sure there's someone else out there for you," she gawked at me, her eyes laced with sympathy and I could tell she wanted to hug me again. So I took a step back out of her reach. I couldn't risk being choked to death with her hug.

"I don't need anyone's pity."

"My duty is here in this pack and I want to be a pack warrior and nothing else," I scoffed and she glanced back at dad, trying to pass a message. I had a feeling they did something I wouldn't like.

"Ok what message are you guys passing at each other?" I glanced from Dad to Scarlet, waiting for one of them to talk.

"You can't remain in this pack forever Imelda and you are a female, you can't be a warrior either."

"Are you trying to kick me out?"

"Actually..." Dad was saying before Irina, my step sister barged in, interrupting him.

"Imelda," her eyes glistened in tears as she hugged me.

"I heard what happened, I can't believe he did that," she sniffed, still hugging me and I patted her hair.

"News really travels fast around here." I was irritated and I didn't fail to hide it. It was glaring on my face. I can't believe the news of me getting rejected had traveled this fast within hours.

"At least you have people that care," Arla spoke up and I ignored her. I hated pity because it made me look weak.

"Do you want me to deal with him for you?" Irina released herself from my hold and stared at me waiting for my permission. If I did give her the permission, she was truly going to hunt Damien down. Not to brag, but Irina could be lethal when fighting.

"You will be dealing with no one, Irina. We are now at peace and I won't have you disrupting that," Dad spoke up authoritatively.

"But he hurt Imelda and didn't care about her feelings," she retorted and Dad growled at her, making her take refuge behind me.

"My decision is final Irina, I do not want to see you on the shores of the White Moon pack causing any trouble."

"You should listen to your dad Irina," Mom spoke up, interfering and stopping Irina from saying a word again.

Irina huffed and folded her hands angrily. For some reason, I kept quiet and just watched my Dad as he glared angrily at Irina.

"Have you told Imelda that you are getting her married to Prince Derek in my stead," Irina asked and time seemed to freeze at that very instant.

"Irina!" Mom chided Irina who stared at me bug eyed. I still didn't understand what she said because it didn't make sense.

"They are getting us married," Arla re-echoed it in my head.

"Shut up Arla, we are not getting married," I gritted my teeth in anger refusing to accept the betrayal trying to weigh me down.

"Dad, what is Irina talking about and who is getting married?" I faced my dad. He had a sorry look on his face. He always had that look on his face whenever he did something he knew I wouldn't like.

"Imelda darling, we did it for the good of the pack," Mom wrapped her hands around me and I shrugged it off, pushing her away.

"I still don't understand what you guys are talking about. Can you guys explain and stop giving me sorry looks!" I glowered in anger.

"Irina was betrothed to the Prince from birth," dad said.

"What!" I yelled.

"How could you get her betrothed to the prince? What if he was not her mate? Didn't you ever think of that?"

"Not all wolves are given a mate by the moon goddess. You of all people know about the curse. Only a few are blessed and given the opportunity to have a mate. So we took the chance to betroth Irina to Prince Derek when it presented itself to us to secure her future."

"You mean to secure your position," Irina scoffed and Mom pinched her to be quiet.

I took in slow breaths trying to calm myself and stop myself from exploding because if I didn't I might end up doing something really bizarre and crazy.

"So what does all these have to do with me?"

There was silence and nobody talked. I was getting impatient already and was close to blowing up if no one said anything.

"Irina found her mate," he dropped the bomb.

"She is mated to the beta's son, Caleb. So it's either she rejects the beta's son to be with the prince or breaks the engagement with the Prince and puts our family at risk of execution."

My mind already knew where this was going but I was unwilling to accept it.

"So what was your decision," I stared deep into his green emerald eyes, praying to hear something different from what my mind was telling me.

"Since you were rejected by your mate, we decided that you'll get married to the prince in her stead."

My heart seemed to have stopped beating at that very instant and all that kept ringing in my head was that.....

"You'll get married in her stead....."

"I can't believe they are getting me married to the Prince. I don't even have a say in what I want!" I punched the punching bag with all my strength, transferring all my anger to it.

"I'm certain they have your best interest at heart Imelda," Caleb said, clearing the training room.

"You have the mouth to talk because you've met your chosen mate, one that you have a connection with and you're also not a woman that will be given off in marriage as an exchange for power," I glared at him, and punched the bag as it came back at me.

"You're taking it all too seriously. Who wouldn't want to get married to the Prince? He's a whole lot of package plus I heard he is handsome," Caleb winked at me and I threw a cup at him.

"Hey, you could have injured me there," he scowled at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said sarcastically and he scoffed.

"After being rejected, getting married to some unknown guy is not on my list," I grabbed a towel wiping away my sweat as I scoffed angrily.

"You should know women have no say around here and your main work as a lady is just to get mated with someone. Whether he is your destined mate or not and then bear pups for him."

"And why is that? We are as much equal as the men and should have a say in what we want. Our lives should not be dictated to us and this issue of marrying wolves that are not our fated mates should stop." I glowered angrily. I felt like punching someone and breaking their nose; the punching bag wasn't enough.

"Look," Caleb said, sitting beside me.

"I understand how you feel but you can't just change things overnight. These laws have been in place for centuries. It will take a lot of revolt to be able to stop it."

"I don't care how long it takes, it needs to be stopped. Women should be allowed to fight in wars and not just bear pups only. We should have a say in matters concerning our lives. This actually needs to end for good," I deadpanned.

I hated the traditions and I hated the status quo. I hated the fact that all women were always looked down upon.

My father forbade me from fighting even when I was a child. I could remember him clearly telling me that it was forbidden for women to fight in battles but that didn't deter me. I kept on training on the training grounds with Caleb, my best friend, in secret when nobody was watching. It was my dream to become a warrior but with the rules against women, no one will ever let me fight.

"Think of it this way."

"What way?" I quaked my eyebrows at him, confused.

"Don't think of it as obeying the rules but saving your family and me as well. You know Irina is my fated mate and if she rejects me I won't be able to survive it. Also, if Irina refuses to marry the Prince and you do the same, they'll come for your family."

I sighed, "you're right, I'm doing this for my family not for some stupid laws. One thing is certain, I'll most definitely demolish these stupid laws."

"I don't doubt you for a second. If there's anyone that can do it, it's you." He smiled encouragingly at me and I looked away flushed.

"How are you coping with the rejection?" Caleb looked quizzically at me and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm coping quite alright but I can't say the same for Arla. She's been sulking and wouldn't talk to me. She only talks when it's something really serious.

"She still has a heart that's why she is really affected," Caleb taunted and I elbowed him.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, looking away.

I looked around taking note of every single thing in the room because I'll be getting married soon and might never come here again.

"Caleb, it's time for patrolling, there are signs of war dogs and rogues close by." Namor yelled from outside, beckoning him.

"It's time to move. I need to lock this place up. I can't leave you here alone and risk you getting caught," Caleb whispered into my ears.

"I want to go on a patrol with you guys," I pouted and he looked away avoiding my eyes.

"Your eyes won't work on me this time around," he giggled and I scoffed.

"I can't keep allowing you to join us. You could get caught or get hurt. I don't want either of that for you."

"I know what I want and this is exactly what I want. Do this as a parting gift to me, plus remember you owe me," I pleaded not giving up.

I know I was putting him at risk but this was my chance to train with real enemies and I always looked forward to it. I was not going to stay back and watch.

"Fine, wear your mask and make sure your face is properly covered," he sighed as he walked away.

"Yes!" I bumped my fist in the air happily and rushed to get prepared.

"You all need to be careful. The war dog will calculate all our moves and take note of our weaknesses before it attacks," Caleb warned and we all nodded nodded prepared. I was set and ready to take on a war dog. The rogues usually released them as the first slides of attack before attacking in full strength.

"Don't hold back, one bite from the dog makes you paralyzed. Kill without mercy," Caleb warned us and we all nodded, waiting for the war dogs. They were five in number or so I thought and once they were close enough, we attacked, in full force at Caleb's command.

We were fighting in our human form and saving our strengths for when the real rogues attacked.

One of the war dogs leaped at me, pushing me to the floor. It blared it's canines at me threateningly. I used my leg to kick it from it's belly, flipping it over and then attacking it.

I buried my knife deep into it's neck, killing it with one strike.

I grinned in satisfaction at my kill and when I wasn't watching, another war dog leaped at me from behind.

"Imelda!"

"Look out!" Caleb yelled in warning.

But I was too late, the war dog pushed me to the floor and then attacked. I watched bug-eyed, rooted to one spot.

I wouldn't have to marry the prince after all when I'm dead.

I closed my eyes, ready to welcome death.