Chapter 5

Elena’s pov

Another rejection! Again! I lay down on my bed, tears filled eyes. I felt like the moon's goodness had abandoned me. No wolf, family, friends, or even a single memory of my life before. I felt like trash, no scratch that, I am trash.

Rejected by Liam and now Oliver. I guess I broke a record, the only wolf who was rejected twice in werewolf history. I tried to console myself but I ended up wetting my pillow as I cried myself to sleep.

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I woke up with my head banging hard. I held my head trying to stabilize myself and check where I was. I looked around and I figured out I was in my room, still without clothes. I looked at the pillow that had been stained with tears and the memories of the rejection flooded back.

I picked myself up and got dressed, it was almost dark out and I needed to keep myself distracted. I walked out of my room, my head hung down, avoiding eye contact, and just when I thought I was invisible, I collided with a girl and a tray of drinks poured all over me.

“Oh my goodness…… I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going!” I apologize as I bent down to pick up the drinks that poured down.

She bent down with me picking up the piece also “It's no big deal, are you okay? You are drenched you should go change”

We got up and I handed her the tray, still avoiding her eyes. I didn't want any more trouble as Oliver's words boomed in my ears.

“YOU ARE TROUBLE!” I shivered at the thought.

“Hey! Did you hear what I said?” I heard the girl's voice.

I looked in her direction as I shook my head “No, I didn’t. I’m sorry I wasn’t listening”

She stared at me for a while “What’s your name? I haven't seen you around ?”

I scratched my neck, shy and trying to avoid any communication from anyone “Hmmm…. Ya, I am a rescued wolf or as you call it a rogue.”

“Oh!!” She mouthed, “That's sad. I'm Beauty, you are?”

“I'm Elena,” I replied.

“Nice name…..stop looking at the floor. I’m an omega like you, so you can look at me in the eyes” Beauty says to me but I did not feel comfortable doing so.

“I….I….don’t think that’s a good idea!” I stuttered, and I tried to walk past her. She held my hands before I could pass. I looked at our hands, I tried breaking free but she was stronger than I was.

She walked to my front and she used her fingers to lift my face to meet hers. Her eyes widened in surprise, I guess seeing my bruises.

“How did you get that many injuries?” she asked me as she tried to touch it but I moved my face before she could reach it.

“Let me help you, Elena. I mean no harm” she said softly to me “If you don't get treated, you can get infected which might cause a fever and with the rate you are healing, I can tell your wolf is not active”.

What she said hit a nerve and I quickly disentangled my hand from hers, she noticed that I was not comfortable with what she said.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Just let me help you, here in this place you need someone to lean on once in a while. I can’t help if you won’t let me”. She talked to me softly and kindly. I exhaled, I had no choice, she looked like she was not giving up anytime soon.

“Okay, fine but just my injuries no more questions,” I said to her, and her eyes lit up.

“Oh that’s cool, follow me” She turned and began to walk out of the pack house. I followed her quietly, my hood up and my head down. As I avoided all eye contact. We turned into an alley which was not far from the pack house, the first house on the street, she pulled the door and walked in.

The house was smaller than the pack house obviously but it gave a more homely vibe.

“Welcome to my house. I live with my mum and my sister. We work in the pack house, my mum cooks while my sister and I serve.”

We walked deep into the house, looking around. We got to the living room and she pointed to the sofa, “You can sit there, I will be back”

I nodded and slowly sat down. Everything seemed so strange, probably because I had not experienced anything homely before, I had been on the move from one pack to another.

I was beginning to feel out of place, I did not touch anything, least I stained it. Beauty walked back with a first aid kit, she sat close to me and examined the wound.

“That’s deep!” She looked at me with a smile, “Guess you don’t talk much?” She brought out a cotton wool and some alcohol, “It's going to sting a bit” She then applied it to my injuries, and I flinched at the pain.

“Shit!” I cursed out and she removed her hands immediately

“I’m sorry! I would be gentle this time around” she said and went in slowly, it still stung but I endured.

“You seem like someone cool and kind. I wonder why you don’t talk much, I would love to be your friend and if you don’t have anywhere to stay, you can stay with me and my family and work in the palace.” She kept on talking as she dressed my wound but I wasn’t even listening to anything she was saying.

“All done!” She stood up and stared at me. “It should heal soon enough!”

“Thank you,” I said to her and she froze. I stood up, dismissing her expression, “But I have to go”

“But…..” she tried to say but I interrupted her

“No need for anything else, please. You've helped enough and I appreciate but I don't want to cause more trouble to you and your family.” I said and rushed out of the door before she could say anything else.