The Rejected Alpha's Slave Mate

"We have to leave this place right now Ariana, they are coming" Ariana's mother threw a few clothes into a bag, no sooner had she opened the door when they heard the rustle of leaves, the night air was chilled as she and her mother ran into the mist, they suddenly heard a low growl behind them that was way too close, Ariana's mother stopped on her track, panting for breath and at the same time trying to shield Ariana from whatever danger coming their way, Ariana's eyes widened in terror as she saw two pair of red eyes staring at them in the darkness, teeth bared, ready to pounce on its prey.

powerful footsteps purposefully advanced towards them like a predator once it sets it's eyes on a prey and Ariana's mother quickly stood at her front as if to shield her from any danger, pushing her away from her side, she screamed "run Ariana, run, take this" her mother shouted as she gave her a pendant, no sooner had Ariana wrapped her hands around it powerful claws pounced on mother, "mother no! I won't leave without you" she screamed as she ran towards her mother, who was struggling with the wolf but she was no match for a werewolf, there was a long gash on her forehead as blood trickled out, "no do not come closer, run Ariana promise me to always wear that necklace" ten years old Ariana watched in horror as blood trickled from her mother's mouth, "promise me Ariana'" tears rolled down her cheeks, as she stared at her mother fight with her last breathe, "I will mom, I promise" her mother smiled as she whispered, "you have to survive Ariana, you have to live" and then she suddenly stopped her struggling as she suddenly grew still, dead, her mother was dead. The wolf suddenly turned to her, teeth bared as it growled, she suddenly jerked from her daze as the word "run" echoed in her head, she screamed and ran with all her might, with the wolf on her tail, heart pounding, breathing hard, she suddenly missed a step and she fell, she watched in terror as the wolf pounced on her, she rose her arms to block the attack as it tore at her eyes, suddenly, everything grew still as she was snared into the den of nothingness.

Chapter one

Ariana's POV

I was sitting on my bed, lost in thought and staring at the necklace around my neck, my hand wrapped around it and I wondered how I got such a unique necklace as I have no memory of it, I have no memory of my childhood, I also stared at the scar on my hand and couldn't help but wondered how I got that scar, my father said I was attacked by an animal when I was little but I can't help but think there's more to it. I am living with my father and sister but for some reason, they always feel like strangers to me as I am treated more like a servant, my elder sister, Samantha, never misses an opportunity to bicker with me and never fails to remind me that I was the reason why our mother died, although, I had no memory of how I caused her death but from what I was told, my father and mother where divorce, while I had to live with my mother, Samantha was taken by our father, she had always craved for a motherly love and was super excited when our mother had decided to come live with dad but died before getting here, father had gone in search of us when she didn't show up only to find out about her death, Samantha had gotten really disappointed and blamed her death on me, so, she hates me and so do father, the least I could do is to avoid them as much as possible, I tiptoe around the house when they are around. My door suddenly burst open and I jumped as I saw Samantha, standing in the doorway, looking at me with hatred and anger, a look I have gotten used to, "what the hell are you still doing sitting down here?" She raged and I felt my inside cringe, "I...I...I..." "Enough of your stuttering and get your sorry ass down there to prepare breakfast for me" she yelled and I quickly stood up to do as she wished, I have been doing this for years, working as their servant, sometimes I doubt I am actually related to them by blood. I quickly prepared some omelet for her and served her with coffee and a spoon of milk just as she likes it and served my father's own black, father quickly drank his own and went out without even glancing my way while Samantha finished with hers, went inside and brought out a heap of clothes and dumping it in my arms, "make sure you wash this before I get back, I have a show to attend" she instructed me as she prepared to leave, I summoned the courage to ask her for a favor, "Samantha, please I need a favor from you" I knew I sounded like a wimp but I desperately need this favor from her, she paused as if surprised by my request and raised a brow, "you dare to ask a favor from me?"

"Please Samantha, it's something you can easily help me with"

She paused for a moment, "let's hear it"

I almost punched the air in joy that she would even listen to me at all, I took a deep calming breath, "I need a job, can you help me get work in your company?" I guessed my request caught her by surprise because she suddenly threw her head backward and laughed coldly, "you want to work in a fashion company? As what? You think you look good enough to work there?" She walked up to me and lifted my arm, raising my long sleeve, "look at this scar on your arm, do you know how disgusting it looks?"

Tears welled in my eyes, her words hurt so much, I stared at the scar that I didn't even remember how I got it, "get it in your head that the only suitable job for you is to be a servant, dressing in rags and serving me at home suits you better, so do not even think you're qualified to get a job out there" Samantha hissed at me before turning her back and walking out and closing the door behind her.

My limbs suddenly failed me as they couldn't hold me up anymore, I crotched on the floor as I sob silently, maybe Samantha is right, I am such an ugly duckling anyway, who would want to work with me? I stared at the huge gash on my hand and suddenly felt the urge to scrape it out, the only thing I can do to keep surviving is to keep being a servant in this suffocating house, my heart trembled and I wish I could remember my mom, would she love me? Or she would also consider me bad luck, I can't help but wonder how she died, I stared at the heap of clothes and decided to wash them later.

I must have fallen asleep because I suddenly heard Samantha screaming incentives at me, I stared at my surroundings in confusion before it dawned on me that I had fallen asleep on the floor where I had sat weeping with my head on the clothes she had given me to wash, "how dare you" Samantha screeched in anger and before I could reply, I felt a ting on my cheeks as she hit me so hard that my head reeled, I fell on my face and winced in pain, "how dare you sleep on my clothes?" I opened my mouth to reply as I made to stand up but got a kick from her, my breath whooshed out, it was damn painful, "I have a date tonight with one of the most important person in Carolina, a person someone like you can never dream of ever meeting and you had to ruin it for me, I wanted to wear that red dress for the date, I hate you, why do you have to come into our lives, you disgust me so much"

"She's just bad luck," my father said from the doorway just as he suddenly entered the house, pain burst in my heart at their stinging words, I tried to hold back the tears but failed miserably, my cheek sting from Samantha's slap and my stomach hurt from her kicks, I suddenly turned on my heels and ran to my room as tears blinded me, I didn't stop running until I reached the comfort of my room, locking the door behind me, I fell on my small bed and wept my eyes sore.

Dylan's POV

I frowned in impatience as I watched the stack of unsigned contracts on my table, they are the names of new models that have been hired. Ouch, let me introduce myself, my name is Dylan Sabastine. My father was an Alpha before his death and I am supposed to be the next Alpha but I couldn't lead the red moon pack with the death of my father still hunting me.

I was reckless as a teenager and lived with my parents as he leads the red moon pack, before I shifted, I had always dreamt of what my mate would look like, I was anticipating my eighteenth birthday, it was the time that most wolves shift and they perceive their mates, someone they would love for the rest of their life. My whole life, I had watched my father loved his Luna with such a fiery passion and had always dreamt of loving my mate the same way. As a teenager, although, I was waiting for my mate, I was infatuated with the beta's daughter, I had loved beta Cain's daughter, Myla from the first time I set my eyes on her and secretly prayed to the moon goddess to make her my mate and you can't imagine how elated I was when on my eighteenth birthday, my wolf finally manifested itself and my prayers were answered as she was my mate. I was drunk with happiness as I couldn't wait to make her mine, my parents congratulated me and were happy for me. I quickly ran to her packhouse which was located not too far from our own house, on getting there, my heightened sense of smell perceived she was not alone, she was with a man, probably her boyfriend, the thought of it tore at my heart as my hearing caught their words, pledging love for each other, I held my heart that was already pounding painfully and pushed the door opened, maybe if she knew she is my mate she would come to her senses, I was ready to forgive her and accept her as my mate. As predicted, she was with Chase, the Alpha Lucien's son, they both stared at me furiously when I opened the door, "what the hell are you doing here?" Chase snapped at me, I ignored him totally and concentrated on Myla, " come with me" I said simply as I took her hand and walked towards the door but she quickly retrieved her hand from mine, "I think you should go home Dylan" she said simply and her words hurt to the core, I tried one last time, "Myla, you know how I feel about you right?" I asked, desperation lacing my voice, her eyes were furious as she stared at me, "I don't care how you feel about me, I love Chase and not you, don't you ever come here again" her words hurt so badly and Chase snickered, placing his hands on my beloved shoulders, I tried one more time to win her, "my wolf has finally manifested Myla and you're my mate" for a moment she was still as she stared at me, the only sound that was heard in the room was our breathing, my heart thudded as I waited for her to finally accept me, chase must have felt tensed too because his eyes were wide in shock as he glanced from Myla to me.

I stared at Myla as she opened her mouth and dreaded what I was going to hear next, "I Myla Cain, daughter of the red moon beta reject you, Dylan Sabastine as my mate as I am already in love with Chase Lucien, I hereby, declare myself free and reject the mate bond" her words were like arrows, piercing through my heart as I feel the mate bond started breaking from my body, it clawed at me like fangs, my mate has rejected me, the son of Alpha Sabastine got rejected by a beta's daughter, I couldn't live with the pain, it was so intense that I wished for death and ran home blindly.

"How did it go?" My mother had asked as soon as she sighted me but I wasn't ready to talk about it, I wasn't ready to face them all, so I turned and ran off. My parents ran after me, Calling out to me but I just kept on running and didn't stop, when I finally stopped to survey my surroundings, I saw that I had moved from our territory, I heard the twig of tree snapped and then saw a flash, rogues, I was being attacked by rogues but before they could harm me in any way, my parents showed up and tried to fight them off but the rogues were more than ten and although they were able to kill them all, they have been so severely injured that they couldn't have survived and so they both died the same day I was rejected by my mate, I howled in pain as it pierced through me, and then I ran away and never went back to the pack and had never looked back.

Now, I am the most influential man in the whole of Carolina and have made my status here, as the CEO of the fashion bureau, I can have whatever I want and could say I am at peace but I am being haunted by my past. I am considered as cold and fearsome but I don't care what people think of me, since I got rejected by my mate, there was no space for romance or love in my life, I have completely banished that Chapter from my life, although, I get laid with any woman when I feel the urge to do so but it has always been a no string attached. I stared at the stack of unsigned contracts in front of me and pushed it away, I would have to see the models first before signing it, this is one of my shows that will get an international light and I want no mistake, I want perfection.

Myla's POV

I watched Dylan from where I was seated at a nearby cafeteria as he got inside his car and wondered when I would summon up the courage to approach him, I was so stupid years back when I rejected him as my mate, I was blinded by my love for Chase but where did that get me, as soon as his mate was revealed when he turned eighteen, he dumped me and had married her. I was hurt and heartbroken and I deeply regretted rejecting Dylan. He had moved from the pack and she was impressed by his achievements, I wanted him back in my life, I could see tears welling up as I thought of how gullible I was, it was time to approach him, he had once loved me, I believe that love could still be somewhere hidden in his heart for me, "surely, he couldn't have just completely forgotten about me right?"

I would approach him tomorrow, I believe he would accept me back and we would get married and live happily together. The thought soothed my heart as I got up to return home, tomorrow, I would have my mate back.

Ariana's POV

I opened my eyes to the pounding of my door and heard Samantha's voice from the other side of my door, for a moment, I wondered why she didn't just enter my room as she has always done but then I remembered I had bolted my door when I ran in last night, I quickly stood up and opened the door for her, "how dare you keep me waiting" she raged as soon as I opened the door if she wasn't screaming at me, she was raging or cursing at me, all these are something I am used to from her

"I am sorry" I replied her to avoid any argument, she stared at me as if thinking of a new way to torment me.

"What can I help you with?" I asked her feigning indifference that I was far from feeling, my body aches and I was in no mood to fight with her, "arrogant bitch" she snarled and got no reply from me

"Get me my breakfast" she finally instructed and made to leave but paused at the door, her back towards me, "get ready, you're following me to work today"

Did I hear correctly? "Huh" I managed to stammer out like a zombie.

"Are you deaf? You're following me to work, I thought you said you wanted a job?"

"I'm sorry, yes, yes, I do want a job" I quickly answered before she would change her mind, I can't believe she would actually get me a job, was this real? I suddenly felt very happy, whatever has made Samantha offer me a job, I don't care, I would do my best to please her, I quickly rushed to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast, took a shower, and was dressed before Samantha would be ready. I wore a baggy jeans trousers and a sleeve to cover the scar on my hand, I only wear long sleeves to always cover the red ugly gash on my arm, I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I packed my chestnut hair in a tight fist, I stared at my hazel colored eyes that looked wane and tried to clear the creases on the side of my eyes. Finally, Samantha came out, she wore a red gown and looked so beautiful in it, her eyes raked me in disgust as she snickered, " dressing you up wouldn't do any good anyway, it will be a waste of energy because you're already ugly and nothing can make you beautiful"

I made no comeback at her hurtful remark as I followed her out.

The fashion bureau has a very massive building and I was awestruck by it as we entered into the building, inside was elegant and busy, I walked behind Samantha carrying her bags as she walked elegantly and stylishly, she received greetings from all over, eyes stared at me curiously, some stared at my clothes in disgust.

"Oh Sam, you're here, finally" someone called out to Samantha and came to greet her but paused when she saw me, "you finally brought a maid with you, how thoughtful" she must have concluded that I was a maid because of how I was dress but I didn't let that bother me, I am here for the job anyway and I would work hard, when I start earning, I can get myself a good and decent clothes.

Samantha chuckled that I was easily mistaken for her maid, "Jeanie, has the boss arrived?" Samantha asked as we entered into what seemed like a dressing room and got a "no" reply from Jeanie.

She quickly sat down and stretched out her feet, "pull off my shoes" she commanded and I quickly crotched to help her remove her shoes, "I'll get this job, save money, find myself a decent house to live" I chanted in my head as I helped her remove her shoes and massage her feet

"The boss is here Sam and is demanding to see the models, both old and new" Jeanie informed Samantha and Samantha stared at me, "help me get dressed"

"Huh" I answered and she gave me a cold look, I wondered what exactly is my job description, am I here to serve her? I reluctantly helped her get dressed and fixed her make-up before following her out of the dressing room. I was curious to see the CEO of fashion bureau, he has indeed made a name for himself in the whole of Carolina, this was the biggest company I have ever seen, I followed Sam Into a very large hall, it was filled with a lot of people and I wondered if they were all employees, on the centre of the hall was a large runway, the lights in the hall were dim, shining blue and red, for a moment, I pictured myself on that runway but of cause, I shouldn't even dream of ever doing something like that, I was no match for all the beautiful, elegant ladies that walked there, I stared at Samantha and for a moment wished I was as privileged as her, she was beautiful, classic and elegant and I was nothing compared to her "I need a cup of coffee" Samantha shouted at me amidst the night music, I was already enthralled in the view before me and was hoping to get a glimpse of the CEO, I frowned at Sam in dismay and she drew closer to me and said between clench teeth, "if you really want a job here then you'll do all that I say or you forget about the job" I swallowed the bitter reply that rose to my throat and walked away to look for a cup of coffee for her.

"Please, where can I get a cup of coffee?" I asked a lady who was hurrying towards the hall, she stared at me as if I had two horns, "I don't think I have seen you before"

"Um...um...I am with Samantha" I said as a reply and without another word, she pointed at a corner for me, "that's the canteen, you can get your coffee there" she said before walking out.

I had to hurry before the start of the event, I quickly got Sam's coffee just as she likes it, it was steaming hot, I was just coming out from the canteen when I saw the elevator doors were just about to close, I rushed and slipped my hand inside just before it will close and opened it, the sole of my shoe choose that moment to come off and I tripped, headfirst into the elevator, my coffee went flying out of my grip.

"Oh, shit" I heard a deep voice grumbled angrily in the elevator and knew the scalding coffee must have hititss Mark, I quickly stood up and my eyes met with the most handsome eyes I have ever seen, my breathe whooshed out at his perfect face and for a moment I forgot I was about toapologizee for spilling hot coffee on him, his eyes were narrowed on me in two angryslitst and I shivered at what I saw in there, "are you blind?" His voice was calm but there was nothing calm about him as he radiated anger, "I...I... I'm....so...sorry" I managed to stammer out trying to clean the coffee stain on his white tux with my hands, he flung my hand away from him, "get the heck out of here" he snarled shoving me out of the elevator, head hung down, I stepped out, "how could I be this clumsy? Now I have to go back to the canteen and get another coffee" I walked dejectedly back to the canteen.

As soon as I arrived back, Samantha pounced on me, "where the hell have you been?" Before I could reply, she grabbed my elbow and led me into a room, bringing out a bright red gown, "put this on" confused, I stared at her and she clocked her tongue in impatience, "I said put this on, don't you want a job?" Before I could say dick and Harry, she started removing the clothes I was putting on, and put the red gown on me, I felt exposed and uncomfortable in it, the gown revealed the scar on my arm and the length of it barely came past my bum, my breast was just ready to pop out from the dress, she quickly put a bright red lipstick on me and some touch up, if I had my say, I look more like a whore in the dress, "this is the dress the models are supposed to wear for tonight, I have submitted your name as part of the models so you just have to go out there and do your best" the news caught me unaware and I cringed, "I don't want to be a model Sam, you know I'm not fit for it" I tried rebuffing but she paid no heed as she gave me heels with a very tiny point, "I can't walk with heels, I haven't worn one before" I complained and she rolled her eyes, "do not waste my effort, there's nothing there in walking with heels" she said as she tried to grab the necklace from my neck but instinctively I held her hands, I do not know what that necklace stand for but for some reason, I feel taking it off is like taking part of me away, Samantha raised her hands as if in surrender and pushed me towards the door as I was still having doubt, "I can't Sam, this is not the job I'm want" I protested but she only snickered and without warning, pushed me out, there was sudden silence as the blue spotlight shone on me as I found myself standing right in the middle of the runway.

Samantha's POV

I smirked when I pushed her out, she won't get out of this one, I thought gleefully, first of all, the color she was putting on wasn't the color for the models,in factt, it was forbidden to dress that way, how gullible, serves her right, it will be a small compensation to me for all the pains she had put me through, she alone had to feel motherly love why I was stuck with a father who doesn't care whether I'm alive or dead and yet, when I get the chance to finally experience a mother's love, she had to take that chance away from me, how could she be there and watch our mother get killed, I cannot be able to forgive her for that, ever. With how I have dressed her, the boss certainly won't let her off, she might even be imprisoned, serves her right, I smiled as I congratulated myself. I walked into the hall to watch the show unfold.