"I Emersyn Woodlock of Blu Moon pack, reject you Alph-" a growl escapes Nathan and Zack as I try to finish my rejection. I stare at them dumbfounded when Nathan finally says, " You will not reject us. You will be a good omega to your future Alphas until we figure this out." **************** **************************** Beep Beep, I hit my alarm to turn it off before I get in trouble for waking everyone up in my foster home. I peak through my black hair that has cascaded down my face and covering my eyes, "4:00am." I sigh, trying to crawl out of bed. You would think my foster parents would let me sleep in, considering it's my first day of senior year. "Mutt, what is taking you so long? Breakfast isn't going to cook itself!" My foster mom was yelling yet again. I roll my eyes, " I'll be right down ma'am," I call after her. I rush to get my ripped black jeans on along with my dark blue crop top that stops just below my bellow ring. Being a foster kid, you don't really get nice clothes like this, but my best friend insisted on giving me her old clothes. At first, Mr. and Mrs. Bell told me to give them back to her but with her being the Alpha and Lunas daughter it would make them look bad, so instead the locked me in the cellar for a weekend for being ungrateful for what they do give me. Rushing out the door, I hit Christina, and I fell down. She stands over me and says, "Watch it, Mutt. If you taint me with your smell, Nathan and Zack will pi***d, " She says with a snear, flipping her long blonde hair with her manicured hands. She steps over me and continues to make way to the kitchen without incident. Thank Goddess. "Took you long enough." my foster mother said with a look of distaste. She looks like she would be the sweet motherly type, but don't judge a book by its cover. She has deep brown eyes that sparkle to the right people or settings, a kind smile with a warm glow to her skin that matches her golden hair that looks so much like Christina's. However, to me, she has cold, almost charcoal eyes, and her kind smile is always a frown. She is just cold towards anyone and anything that isn't Bell material. "I'm sorry," I murmur to her, bowing down and getting busy making breakfast.