A rejected wolf

Laurel Monterello's POV

Walking back from school, my gaze fell in the direction of the pack house. With frozen feet, my thoughts ran wild. I wanted to see him, speak to him but I couldn't. No matter how much my wolf, Gain pestered me. I could never beg him for his love.

Wanting to be around people, anything to make me forget about the rejection, I walked over to be pack house. My hands froze on the doorknob for over a minute as I collected my thoughts.

Would I be able to control my wolf if I saw him?

Would I snap in frustration when his scent whipped past me?

Would I freak out and make a fool of myself?

Decided against it even as Gain, my wolf begged me to go in, my lanky hands lowered from the knob. From where I stood, I got whiffs of his scent proving he was near. My wolf clawed and tried to take control to get to her mate.

"He wants us!" She snarled.

With my internal struggle, I didn't notice the front door open, almost making contact with my face.

"Are you okay?"

My eyes lifted to meet Romano's grey ones. They were familiar as an emotion I couldn't cipher ran through them before I could blink. His hands rushed towards me in an attempt to hold me as I suddenly turned dizzy. My shaky hands went to my head in an attempt to massage it.

Romano's hand soon moved to my back in an attempt to soothe me but I knew what he was up to before he even thought of it.

"Do. Not. Even. Think. About. It." I enunciated every word, holding his hands from reaching me.

"What do you mean?" He pulled a confused look but with his terrible acting, he looked more constipated than perplexed.

"I know it was you, Romano."

Still, with the fake emotion, he uttered, "Did Alessia tell you that?" The fake emotions were dropped instantly. "That bitch doesn't know when to shut her mouth." His words came out with a growl.

"She didn't have to. Knowing you and your tiny dick, you need every bit of validation you can get." With eyes on his crotch, I faked a chuckle as he made an effort to close his legs.

"Make rumors about me again and I'll expose your tiny dick to the pack. Don't test me." My eyes flickered with black specks as my wolf surfaced. Having been rejected, I was brutal, crazy, and ready for a fight. Anything to take my mind off my rejection.

I didn't have to look at his face to know he trembled with fear. I had a nasty reputation, partially due to rumors but mostly due to my short temper. I knew it was going to be worse in the next few days with my heat approaching now that I had found my mate.

I shivered at the thought of longing for Tommaso's touch. I could hardly contain myself as it was, being in the heat was only going to add to the problem. His hot, sensual grip on my delicate skin could gouge a hole in me. Those tantalizing orbs judged me but at the exact time put me at ease. Lips that spoke volume but at the same time, little.

I only saw him for a few minutes but that was enough to have him bore his way into my head. He was affecting me in ways he shouldn't, not after his rejection.

Forgetting I was to make my way to my house, the perks of being the beta's daughter, I walked into the pack house, freezing at the sight of Tommaso as he walked into his office. He didn't seem to notice me and let out a loud sigh of relief.

Slipping past everyone, I ran into my room, slamming the door loudly to get everyone away from my door. It seemed to work as I stayed up in my room, idle and lonely. I had taken off my clothes, stripping naked on my bed as the rays of the sun were painfully hot.

A shower flashed through my mind but the idea of walking into the bathroom was farfetched as I didn't have it in me to lift a finger. I was alone in my room and my world. Unknown to me, tears began streaming down my cheeks. The salty liquid trailed past my lips and into my mouth.

With no one to share my pain with, I cocooned myself with my raven teddy bear, my dad, the beta had gotten for me on my tenth birthday. It was the last birthday I truly felt joy and happiness. The others seemed to pass through time. All seemed similar as I shared them with no one other than me till Alessia and Gemma came along.

The years of sharing my birthday with no one other than myself were saddening. I stayed coped up in my lavender room that my mom, the beta female had painted thinking it was my favorite color. I stopped loving lavender when I was six. The look on her face when I didn't leap with joy was heartbreaking but nothing compared to how I felt when I realized my mother didn't know me at all.

The sound of my door creeping open drew my attention immediately. Gemma's red head poked in, throwing my way a nervous smile. I was about to return it when Alessia pushed her out of the way, letting herself in.

With sarcasm laced in my tone, I muttered to myself, "oh, do come in."

Alessia picked it due to her heightened senses and responded with an eye roll. "What are you up to? And what's with the gloomy face?"

With eyes back to the ceiling and hands resting behind my head, I responded, "it's my birthday, Alessia. I'm allowed to be glum."

"Not this glum." Gemma picked up my sheets, throwing them to the floor. On any other day, I would have snapped but I was too tired to even care.

Getting up, I countered, "It's my birthday, I'm allowed to do whatever." Picking the dark covers, I got back on my bed, cocooning myself deep in my duvet and sorrows.

I didn't have the heart to tell them that I had been rejected. Knowing full well Alessia had a loud mouth and would likely leap for joy at the mention of it. I don't know why but I always felt she was jealous of me. I was the beta's daughter, pretty with boobs and ass she could only dream of. Legs that went on for weeks and a tiny waist that would make Asians die of jealousy. What I felt she was most jealous of were my eyes. They held an icy blue that tends to be intense for most people when I glared. Dirty blond hair that I shared but started living when Alessia mentioned it a thousand times.

"As your friends, we will not allow it." Gemma turned to Alessia who nodded in agreement before the reached for me, pulling away the covers that were a comfort for my pain away from me.

I moaned. "Leave me alone."

Gemma pulled harder at my hand. She was weaker which made it easier to push her away. "We can't have that. No true friend will sit back and watch you mop around all day. Who knows, if we go shopping we might even find your mate." A giggle escaped her parted lips.

I snapped. I don't know how it happened but I snapped. The word mate was suddenly so sensitive to me and I felt like pulling my hair out that the very word.

I snarled at Gemma, startling her.

Pulling away from me, she inquired, "What's wrong?"

I knew my next words would hurt them, especially Gemma but at the moment, I didn't care. I was hurting and they weren't helping one bit.

"Get. Out!"