The Rogue Alpha's Rejected Luna

There were a ton of things on Hazel's hate list, but the ones topping her charts were witches.

She did not have any personal vendetta towards them. It was just that, as a werewolf, one was thought to hate them, and that was without prejudice as witches were always bad news.

Witches were the ones who brought on a bad name for paranormal beings. They had a knack for causing and propagating mayhem.

This was why when Hazel, on her way to school, she saw her twin sister Maeve sneaking out of the forest where the witches stayed, was almost hysterical with fear.

"Maeve! Maeve!!" Hazel called out to her twin sister.

Maeve had heard her the first time but did not acknowledge the calls as she cared less about her sister.

"Maeve!" Hazel kept on calling.

"The bitch!" Maeve cussed under her breath in anger then stopped and slowly turned to look at Hazel with a death's glare.

Hazel jogged over to where Maeve was standing at the edge of the forest.

"What the hell were you doing inside there?" Hazel asked in fear.

"Haven't mum and dad warned us never to go in there? Don't you know those witches are bad news?!" Hazel cried out.

Maeve glared at her twin sister through eyes that were half closed to slits as she tried to control her anger and disgust at being found out by her sister and being in her presence all at once.

The blonde-haired beauty tried to control her temper as she breathed heavily through her nose which was flaring as her wolf growled in anger at her Raven-haired twin.

Someone watching from afar would think that it was a classic standoff between an angel and a demon as they would see a blonde-haired girl confronting a black-haired girl.

Twins were always said to be the better half of the other but in the case of Hazel and Maeve, that was not it at all.

Though they were identical twins, they had three distinctive features.

The first being that Hazel, had jet-black hair while her twin, had platinum blonde hair that was bordering on being white.

Secondly, Hazel's eyes were a beautiful shade of green which was made more prominent by the contrast with her black hair while Maeve's eyes were brown.

Thirdly, Hazel was an angel. Maeve was bordering on being a literal demon.

Since they were kids, Maeve had always been jealous of her twin. She wondered why she got all the attention and accolades while she was always being chastised and punished.

That jealousy had grown till it had made Maeve despise her twin.

It was, however, Maeve's fault as she was always in one trouble or the other.

Her mum had once told her that her heart was as black as her hair was white.

That was when Maeve had been caught trying to suffocate Hazel to death at night with a pillow at the age of seven.

On the other hand, Hazel's heart was as white as her hair was black.

She had never for once intentionally landed herself in trouble. Whenever she was in trouble, it was because she had been trying to help her sister out of a mess.

Despite all Maeve had done to her, she loved her with everything in her even when Maeve made it difficult for her to love her she still did.

"When did you start rolling with witches? I thought you despised them!" Hazel asked her sister yet again.

She was still surprised at seeing Maeve come out from the forest.

Maeve did not say a word to Hazel. She just kept on looking at her in anger.

"So this is why you left home early for school today!" Hazel asked she didn't realize that her questions were only making her sister boil with rage.

"Yes!" Maeve growled in anger.

"And you better make sure mum and dad don't hear this or else you'll have yourself to blame," Maeve threatened Hazel and walked off.

If there was one thing Hazel knew, it was to believe Maeve's threats.

Hazel gave a cautionary glance at the thick eerie forest, before walking after Maeve to school.

When they got to school, Maeve walked over to her squad of troublemakers.

Hazel on the other hand was called to the principal's office.

"Good morning Sir," Hazel said to the principal as she walked into his office.

"How are you, Hazel?" Principal Matt asked her.

"I am doing fine Mr. Matt," Hazel said although that was not quite true.

She was wondering why she was called to his office and was hoping that Maeve had not gone and done something terrible yet again.

"That's good," The principal said.

"I would like you to give our new student a tour of the school and help him settle down," he said.

Hazel was about to ask about the new student when from a dark corner of the office, she heard a beautiful baritone say, "Good morning."

She was almost thrown off her wits and she wondered why she had not felt his presence when she entered the office.

"Asher here is new and I hope you'll help him settle down comfortably," The principal said.

"Yes sir. I will," Hazel said confidently but her confidence took a sharp downward turn as Asher rose from the chair he was seated in and came out into the light.

Hazel had seen beautiful people before, but Asher's beauty was beyond comparison.

He looked like he had no place on Earth but rather with celestial beings.

He was tall and graceful and had a tinge of femininity to his intense masculinity. It was an impossible contrast, but whoever created him achieved it.

He towered over her petite frame, and when she finally dared to look into his eyes, the most unexpected thing happened.

Their wolves recognized one another.

And that was when she realized that he was not just any beautiful boy. He was a beautiful werewolf.

The force of their mate's pull, though short-lived, was filled with so much energy that she thought she would not breathe again.

This only meant one thing, he was her mate.

After their imprint, Hazel and Asher hit it off as if they were long-lost friends meeting up after a while.

She learned so much about him on the tour, and they both skipped their first two classes as they spent them talking.

"Life has not been easy for me in the last three months," Asher confided to Hazel as they sat in the school park talking.

"My father died some months back, and I had to come back from Europe to take his place as the Alpha. Fitting into school is the least of my problems right now," Asher added.

"Wait! You're the heir to the Red Night clan?" Hazel asked with a tinge of surprise in her green eyes.

"Yeah... how do you know?" Asher asked with raised brows.

"Oh my God!" Hazel mumbled against her hands that were covering her mouth.

She did not know whether she should feel fear or if she should be happy.

She was mated to the Alpha of the most powerful and fearsome pack to ever exist.

This was a blessing as an affiliation between her pack and the Red night pack would serve as protection to hers.

Throughout the day, they had both avoided the topic of their mating, but the butterflies hovered above them, refusing to go away. They were both painfully aware of one another without even trying.

"...I am happy I have found you," Asher finally stated after a while. "My pack needs a Luna," Asher said to Hazel as he looked into her eyes.

Hazel had never been good with male attention, but rather than feel awkward under his gaze, she felt confident. Her wolf flipped in excitement as she knew this was all she had been waiting for all her life.

The only problem was it saddened her that Maeve hadn't been able to find her mate yet. And their eighteenth birthday was fast approaching...

She raised her eyes to Asher. She wanted to ask if he had a brother or a relative that could be mated to Maeve, but as their eyes locked, all thoughts of her sister vanished.

"I am glad we met too..." Hazel replied in a small voice.

"Good," Asher said, still looking at her intensely.

Looking into Asher's eyes was like falling into hypnosis, and as she was riding the wave of his eyes, he leaned his head down and planted a kiss on her lips.

She was taken unaware and had not returned the kiss, but it felt like heaven to her.

"See you at the ceremony," Asher said, then left for his class.

Asher got up and walked to class in the direction she had earlier shown him while she remained there lost in her own bubble.

"Did you perhaps win the lottery without us knowing?" Keith Thorne, the alpha of the Dark moon pack and the twins' father asked his daughter, Hazel, at dinner that night

She had been smiling to herself and had been completely lost in thought throughout the day after the kiss from Asher.

"Or in love?" Maria, their mother, said as she dropped a bowl on the table.

Her mother's words caused a huge splash of blush to creep down her cheeks.

"What in the!" Her father exclaimed as he saw her expression.

"I'm not in love yet, but I-" She faltered as she got shy.

"I may have found my mate today," Hazel said, and it was as if she had dropped a bomb on her family.

There were some minutes of silence before the chaos of questions started.

Both her mum and dad were excited and throwing questions at Hazel.

Maeve, on the other hand, was shocked by the news.

"His name is Asher, and he just moved to our school," Hazel said, and it was as if Maeve's heart stopped beating.

She had seen the new boy –everyone had. He was hard to miss with his beauty. He had been the talk of the school.

"He is also the Alpha of the dark moon pack," Hazel added.

"What?!" Both her parents yelled at the same time.

Maeve, on the other hand, choked on the food she had been eating.

Not only was the new boy pretty, but he had a lot of power in his hands. If there was anything Maeve loved, aside from hurting Hazel, it was power.

At the insistence of her parents and to the disgust of her sister, Hazel told them about the moments she had with Asher.

She did not talk about the kiss, though.

"Wow!" Keith said more to himself than to anyone.

Hearing Hazel talk about a boy, especially at this crucial time, was a blessing to him.

He had made a pact with the Alpha of the Wyoming pack that on the day the twins turned 18, whichever of them did not have a mate would be given to the Alpha.

For a while now, he had been scared for them. For Hazel more than Maeve, though.

Hazel had always been the shy one, and he feared that she would end up being the one sold off.

He loved both his daughters, but he was not going to pretend that he would rather give Maeve away than Hazel.

"I'm so happy for you!" Maria exclaimed.

Hazel was receiving all the attention as usual, and Maeve's anger grew.

To make it even worse, her father turned to her and said, "I don't have to ask, I already know you don't have a mate, and I am not surprised. I just want to remind you what is at stake, Maeve. If by the ceremony you don't have a mate, you would be sold off, and I will be able to do nothing about it. The ball is in your court, Maeve, and you can play it as you wish."

Maeve honestly did not mind being sold off and was not bothered about getting a mate. She, however, was angry that Hazel had a mate and she did not. She hated the fact that Hazel got everything, and she didn't.

If there was anybody who deserved to be sold, it was Hazel and not her!

"Why do you always have to cause us pain and drama? Can't you just be like your sister?" Maria asked Maeve.

Maeve set her eyes on Hazel. If looks could kill, Hazel would have been dead.

"You'll pay. Just wait and see," Maeve whispered in her heart.

Maeve had not been able to think clearly ever since Hazel smeared it on her face that she had found her mate. She had been hoping they would both not find a mate by the ceremony.

Her father's incessant reminder was not helping either. It wasn't like she could go to the streets and pick herself any male! She couldn't do that.

Maeve had really placed all her eggs in one basket. She wished Hazel would not find a mate as well, and they would be even.

Hopefully, the elders would understand, and there wouldn't be a need for any of them to be sold -even if deep down she would have preferred Hazel to be the one to be sold.

But the fool had gone and gotten a mate, and now she was doomed.

What was she going to do?

How was she going to escape the ceremony?

She tossed and turned on her large purple bed as she thought of how she could escape her doom.

Their birthday was only a couple of days away. She had to find a solution as quickly as possible, but what could she do?

How could she find a mate in two days?

"Damn it!" She cussed as she sat up on her bed.

Why was Hazel the only one who got all the good luck in their lives? Why did their parents love Hazel more? Even at school, Hazel got the highest score, and no one even looked at Maeve.

Didn't she deserve some luck as well?

Now everyone would laugh at her again and again just like they had done when they were younger. Hazel would come back home with so many gifts, and she would always return with detention.

They would praise Hazel, but nobody was there for Maeve. They only laughed at her.

It wasn't her fault! Yet everyone blamed her.

Her mother thought she was a devil with the face of an angel!

Everyone thought she was the curse, and now this mate thing had proved that.

Her heart rose higher in her throat, and she struggled to breathe. Her heart was squeezing in pain, and sleep was a luxury she couldn't afford.

"I can't let them get what they want!" She whispered harshly to herself.

"I can't let Hazel win yet again!"

This was her time to get something Hazel didn't have. This was her moment, and she was going to take it.

But how?

She groaned in frustration as she pulled her blonde hair, trying to find a solution, but nothing happened. No brilliant idea came.

There was no way she could fake a mate so she could be spared...

"Wait!" She exclaimed as the perfect idea suddenly came to her mind.

"Shanaya!" She cried out as she jumped off her bed.

Shanaya was her closest friend, and she was a witch. She had a solution to every problem, and she hated Hazel too. Surely she would help her.

Everyone in the kingdom was wary of witches but not Maeve; she found them intriguing, and their evil mischief excited her.

She raised her window and discreetly slipped out of her room. The last thing she needed was for her parents to discover her missing from her bedroom just a few days before their mating ceremony.

She jumped down from the window and touched her pedicured fingers to the ground. Before the wind could change its direction, the popping sound of bones filled the air as she transformed into her wolf and ran out into the night.

There was only one destination in her mind... Shanaya's cave.

She ran as fast as she could and only stopped when she got to the mouth of the cave. She changed back into her human form and was about to go in when a strong force pushed her back to the entrance.

"Shanaya... Please let me in!" She pleaded as she struggled with the witch's trap.

The wind got even stronger, and visibility became more difficult as Maeve continued forcing her way.

Just as suddenly as the wind had started, it stopped, and a shadow appeared at the mouth of the cave.

Rather than feeling scared, Maeve felt excited.

"What brought you here so late, Maeve?" The sharp shaky voice of Shanaya, her friend, filled the air.

"I have a problem and only you can solve it!" Maeve called out again.

She got closer to the redhead witch and placed her hands together as if she was about to say a prayer.

Shanaya smiled, and her eyes sparkled with mischief as she already knew what Maeve wanted.

"Does this have anything to do with Hazel?" She asked with a knowing smirk.

"Yes, it has everything to do with her! I can't sit still and watch her be so happy," Maeve pleaded.

Shanaya's smile got even bigger as she let her cold finger caress Maeve's right cheek.

"We can make Asher yours... Do you want that?" Shanaya asked, and Maeve felt like a light of hope had sliced through the darkest cloud in her sky.

It wasn't even a surprise that Shanaya knew the name of Hazel's mate. It was a common thing for witches to know everything, and her friend was one of the best in the forest.

"Will it work?" Maeve questioned as her heart beat in excitement.

If Shanaya could turn Asher against Hazel, she would have the perfect ending she had always craved for.

"Do not insult my clan by asking that question, Maeve. Do you want it done or not?" She asked in a harsh tone.

"Yes, do it!" Maeve agreed, and Shanaya snapped her fingers, then she disappeared from the mouth of the cave.

Maeve trusted her more than anyone else in the world. She did not doubt that Shanaya was going to do what she had said.

Asher would be hers...

As Maeve returned home, a large smile sat on her face as she couldn't wait for the night to be over.

"Maeve, where did you go so late at night?" Hazel's voice filled the silence of the room as Maeve stepped in through the window.

She turned and sent a cold glare to her twin sister, and then she said. "Rather than waste your time stalking me, I'd worry about the ceremony, if I were you..." She trailed off.

It was a simple sentence that had nothing to do with what Hazel had actually asked her, but Hazel felt a cold chill seep into her spine at the words.

It was a threat, and it scared her -What has Maeve done now?