Rejected by the pack

The moon party kicked off and I knew I was going to have fun. Everyone was clad in white or silver and had their heads decorated.

I was on my fourth potion when I noticed people staring at me in disgust.

I felt uncomfortable, but I ignored them and continued to have another drink; I was so happy today because it was rumoured heavily that the moon collided with the stars today and made finding mates so much easier.

I was twenty-two years old without a mate and it was embarrassing, I was taking yet another drink when a girl stood abruptly before me.

"Goddess!" I shouted,

"You scared me!" placing a hand on my chest as she continued to look at me like a crazy person then she smiled.

"Look, I don't know if you know, but this is strictly by invitation..." she trailed off, and I looked up at her, astonished by her audacity.

"People are staring and we don't want you to make people uncomfortable," she said and took a good look at me.

What did she mean by that!?

"Uncomfortable, how?" I asked, my voice getting defensive

I'm sure the alcohol was playing more than a few tricks on me.

"We know that you're mateless and wolfless -

My face was constructed into one of shock and anger.

"You're a bad omen. Don't you see that?" She whispered and I didn't think my eyes could stretch more than they were.

" I think it would be best if you left, so Please leave," she said in a sweet tone and walked out on me, flipping her hair as she left.

I stood there like a statue, shocked to my bones at how people could be so mean.

A part of me wanted to keep on drinking, twice more than normal but I thought twice as shame engulfed me. Making me leave the party sad.

I was mateless and wolfless, but that wasn't my fault, and how people kept knowing about that flaw made me wonder if I had it written somewhere.

I knew that I wasn't from their pack originally but that didn't give them or anyone the right to treat me that way.

I sighed to myself as something started to call out to me. I called out back and ecstasy filled my bones.

What was this?

I love the scent that engulfed me, and before long, I was breathing it in till that was all I could perceive, my mind searching for what it must have been.

A part of me remembered that to feel a scent from nowhere was to have your mate nearby.

I was suddenly excited as I grasped the opportunity of my mate being nearby.

This could be the end of everything. All the rejections and insults? This could be it.

If he was close, I needed to meet him.

I moved quickly, as I didn't want the scent to die out. Excitement powered me through as I moved till the scent was the only thing in my nose even when I came in contact with the palace gates, I still moved forward.

Suddenly, I felt my body light on fire, a good kind of fire that brought warmth to my skin and insides.

I pressed my legs together to stop the feeling but the more I pressed my legs, the more I felt a moan at the back of my throat.

I was excited, and I was in heat; all I wanted to do was to see my mate and make him mark me as his and his alone.

The scent got stronger as I passed through the throne room and some other rooms but the moment I got to the garden, the scent stopped.

I was still excited and juices dripped down the side of my thighs as I moved, I bit my lip in ecstasy.

All the beautiful things that he could do to me filled my head proportionately.

I placed a hand on my stomach to still myself and that was when I heard it.

It started at first but then fast, tiny sounds coming from inside the garden.

My heart started to beat fast as I heard more thumping and as I pressed my ears to the closed door, I heard moans.

I wanted to back away but the more the moans came out, the more annoyed I felt.

I have never felt like this, constricted about what to do; as the moans came out even louder, I couldn't help the anger that suddenly built within me.

I opened the door with force and I was met with an outstretched bareback in the shadows, I realized that the moans were coming from someone else in this same Garden.

My face fell as I realized without a doubt that I was connected to the guy but that he was sleeping with someone else.

I gasped in horror as he finally turned back and paused for a moment.

"Don't stop?" the girl said and he smiled broadly

And

He kept going!

I stood there, with my thighs dripping all of my juices, my mouth dry and watering at the same time.

I was the one supposed to be bent over not someone else. Hurt filled my heart as I made to turn around and walk out of the door.

"Stay!" he commanded, and as though I was under a spell, I stood there and heard his every grunt and every moan until he was finished and from where I was, my eyes rolled back in pain, and yet I was still hungry for his touch.

"Were you the one that called out to me?" He asked, and I turned to look at him, my face in horror of what it was he was asking me; he stepped out of the shadows, a smirk on his face.

The moment my eyes saw his, I immediately felt stupid.

What on earth did they put in that drink because I was delusional?

"Are you,- stressing the word as though it was some form of disease

" supposed to be my mate?" He asked me as he looked at me from my head to my toes and I froze.

There was no way that Lucius Hayden, prince of the ice stone pack was my mate.

No way this man whore and brat was my mate!

I hadn't thought about it for long before my nose picked up a scent, and I immediately closed my nose to prevent myself from inhaling more pungent odourss that accompanied the scent.

I immediately stepped back and wanted to move in a direction I knew nothing about when a man emerged from nowhere.

I stumbled back to where I was coming from, my eyes getting more and more used to the red marks that were heavily marked into the trees that surrounded me.

How had I not seen it before?

How had I not smelled the dangers that lurked and now moved towards me in this forest?

I was a long way away from the ice stone pack; I was in the stolen lands.

Lands owned by a ruthless being, one that was never seen, only heard and felt.

The same being had my parents killed.

Every ounce of me rejected this place, but I didn't have much of a choice since I was still the same person within the area.

I turned, wanting to pass another route to escape the man as he staggered towards me, and I saw not one but two men well spread on every exit my mind could take.

"Don't be a stranger!" His voice bellowed in a cheap way of being friendly, and from where I was, I could smell the cheap whiskey on him.

"She's even more beautiful than that heat smell," he shouted, and I froze in shock.

Heat smell?

What did he mean by...

"I need some of that," another man ventured forward, and before I knew it, I had been cornered like a rat.

I shook in fear as I realized that my heart was still pulsing and that I had my juices run down my thighs earlier in the night, and I had run a good distance, mixing those juices with sweat.

"You look lost anyway. How about we show you the way?" one of the men said, stretching a hand toward my face.

Panic rises, and I hit his hand away, disgust filling me up to the brink.

The men looked shocked at the fact that I knew exactly what they meant by circling me like vultures and trying to act nice at the same time. I knew what was up.

Like speed, the man who had his hand stretched towards me earlier frowned and made to grab me.

My reflexes were stronger, and I moved quicker in my toes, evading his attack.

The other two took it as a sign to attack me at the same time that they jumped on me.

My reflexes were only fast enough to evade one man at a time, but two?

I managed to escape their clothes, but as I turned my back, willing my legs to carry me as far as I could muster, one of the men flung themselves at me and held me by the legs.

I kicked ferociously, letting out screams of violence, but I only managed to catch one of the men in the face with my knees while I struggled out of his grip; the other two held me down, pinning me immediately.

I saw the look of satisfaction and of pure evil that radiates off of each of them equally.

"You bitch!" The man whom I had kicked with my knee to his face and eye held his left eye as it pulsed even from the tight groans he was letting out.

He moved towards me, and the same hand that held his eye in place stretched out high above my head and brought it down to my face.

I groaned in pain as my face stung, and the man chuckled in delight.

"You're so going to pay for that," the man said, and his breath stank even worse as he placed his face against mine.

Anger welled up inside me, but not as high as the instinct to survive.

"Look, I have money. I could get you more money," I said desperately as I struggled in the hands of the other two men who held me down.

I didn't come with any riches, and I currently had no riches, but the fact that I mentioned money was supposed to provoke a reaction, but the men all looked at themselves and gave a laugh.

This was the nth time that I was getting laughed at. My face contorted in pain, and misery engulfed me.

"Please," I begged.

But the men only snickered.

From where I lay, struggling to get free. I caught a glimpse of a shadow in the bushes; his growl was low but there.

Somehow, I feared his presence, but I welcomed it.

"Help!" I screamed, my scream directed at him.

"Lay a single finger on her head, and you die tonight," the man in the shadows said calmly.

The men looked at one another and burst into laughter.

That was the last thing I heard before blood splattered across my face.

I hadn't thought about it for long before my nose picked up a scent, and I immediately closed my nose to prevent myself from inhaling more pungent odourss that accompanied the scent.

I immediately stepped back and wanted to move in a direction I knew nothing about when a man emerged from nowhere.

I stumbled back to where I was coming from, my eyes getting more and more used to the red marks that were heavily marked into the trees that surrounded me.

How had I not seen it before?

How had I not smelled the dangers that lurked and now moved towards me in this forest?

I was a long way away from the ice stone pack; I was in the stolen lands.

Lands owned by a ruthless being, one that was never seen, only heard and felt.

The same being had my parents killed.

Every ounce of me rejected this place, but I didn't have much of a choice since I was still the same person within the area.

I turned, wanting to pass another route to escape the man as he staggered towards me, and I saw not one but two men well spread on every exit my mind could take.

"Don't be a stranger!" His voice bellowed in a cheap way of being friendly, and from where I was, I could smell the cheap whiskey on him.

"She's even more beautiful than that heat smell," he shouted, and I froze in shock.

Heat smell?

What did he mean by...

"I need some of that," another man ventured forward, and before I knew it, I had been cornered like a rat.

I shook in fear as I realized that my heart was still pulsing and that I had my juices run down my thighs earlier in the night, and I had run a good distance, mixing those juices with sweat.

"You look lost anyway. How about we show you the way?" one of the men said, stretching a hand toward my face.

Panic rises, and I hit his hand away, disgust filling me up to the brink.

The men looked shocked at the fact that I knew exactly what they meant by circling me like vultures and trying to act nice at the same time. I knew what was up.

Like speed, the man who had his hand stretched towards me earlier frowned and made to grab me.

My reflexes were stronger, and I moved quicker in my toes, evading his attack.

The other two took it as a sign to attack me at the same time that they jumped on me.

My reflexes were only fast enough to evade one man at a time, but two?

I managed to escape their clothes, but as I turned my back, willing my legs to carry me as far as I could muster, one of the men flung themselves at me and held me by the legs.

I kicked ferociously, letting out screams of violence, but I only managed to catch one of the men in the face with my knees while I struggled out of his grip; the other two held me down, pinning me immediately.

I saw the look of satisfaction and of pure evil that radiates off of each of them equally.

"You bitch!" The man whom I had kicked with my knee to his face and eye held his left eye as it pulsed even from the tight groans he was letting out.

He moved towards me, and the same hand that held his eye in place stretched out high above my head and brought it down to my face.

I groaned in pain as my face stung, and the man chuckled in delight.

"You're so going to pay for that," the man said, and his breath stank even worse as he placed his face against mine.

Anger welled up inside me, but not as high as the instinct to survive.

"Look, I have money. I could get you more money," I said desperately as I struggled in the hands of the other two men who held me down.

I didn't come with any riches, and I currently had no riches, but the fact that I mentioned money was supposed to provoke a reaction, but the men all looked at themselves and gave a laugh.

This was the nth time that I was getting laughed at. My face contorted in pain, and misery engulfed me.

"Please," I begged.

But the men only snickered.

From where I lay, struggling to get free. I caught a glimpse of a shadow in the bushes; his growl was low but there.

Somehow, I feared his presence, but I welcomed it.

"Help!" I screamed, my scream directed at him.

"Lay a single finger on her head, and you die tonight," the man in the shadows said calmly.

The men looked at one another and burst into laughter.

That was the last thing I heard before blood splattered across my face.