Rejected But Mated To the Dragon King

Chapter Two

As soon as I reached my room, I pushed the door open. My heart is pounding hard now. I can feel something brewing up in my chest. It's burning badly, but I try to push it away.

I still can't breathe, but I keep trying, my heart is falling apart, maybe I should just cry, yes. That would help a lot, right? So badly, I wanted to cry now.

"Ma'am?" Rieke calls out from behind, her frail figure gazing at me helplessly, the dresses still hanging in her hands, her face squished into a hearty frown, as much as I hate this pack, Reike is a good person, she's always here for me. But, not today.

"Rieke," I call out slowly, gazing down at my hand, my head bangs now, I just want to focus but it's hard. "Please leave."

"Is something wrong? I promise I can help."

I snapped, gazing at her. My voice is cold. "Leave."

I can see her shudder, I didn't mean to take it out on her. It was just.

She gave me that respectful bow, before stumbling towards the door, when it was slammed shut, only then did I slump on the bed, letting the plushy mattress pull me back up. My eyebrows are knitted into something else, I am thinking hard, and finally, a tear slips down my eyes.

What's wrong with me? Aren't I good enough? He's kicking me out of this damn pack just because of my sister. I gaze around the room, the interior design giving me that classic vibe. I wasn't going to miss this place, not even for a bit.

I was going to run away.

• • •

Three years later.

"Shuffle up those dishes. Table five!" I gripped the paper from the counter hurriedly, before my hands moved towards the plates hung on the counter, hurriedly, my back pressed the door open, before stumbling out of it.

I rattle down the restaurant until I finally reach table five, my heart is still running wild, as I place the plates on the table.

The couple, probably Lycan blood, stared at me disdainfully- mainly at my untucked hair that looked like a bush net right now, or was it my dress that rattled filthy?

"You are late," The man clicks his tongue and makes that hating sound.

"For five minutes." His wife sounded, her blonde hair making her face appear more damned. She stares at me hard, pressing her lips together still trying to make them apologize.

Wait a minute, was I going to apologize just because I was five minutes late?

Absolutely no way.

I pressed my lips harder, daring them to do whatever they wanted to do.

"Are you a citizen here?" She searched my arm for the mark. Which I don't have.

She frowns slowly when she notices that the dragon tattoo isn't in my hand, and she scoffs, I only grin.

"You are a Rogue." She focuses back on the food, pushing it aside like it's disgusting. "Hubby, I don't want to eat here anymore."

My shoulders sunk, and I stepped forward, this was enough, of them treating me like s**t. "I don't care if you don't want to eat my food just because I am not part of your damn pack, I would never try to poison you." They looked surprised, even if I got fired now. I don't care.

I'm over this job anyways

I give her that grin, before bowing, "Enjoy your food." I step away, like that cocky noncitizen waitress that I am. Pride filled my veins, it felt really good.

The heavy stump of the door could be heard as I pushed the door, and stepping into the kitchen, the smell of my soup hit me hard, and I let out a groan, tiny droplets of sweat dripping down my hair and onto my hands. I sigh, before leaning on the counter.

"It's not your lunch break yet, Danilla." The woman says, her voice coming out creaking, I hate the way she pronounces my name, it's Dani, not Danilla, but oh.

I prop my hand forward, trying to find the mark that the woman was talking about earlier. Ever since I moved to this pack, it's been hard living without their mark.

Unfortunately, their mark is what they use to identify those born into their pack. I hate dragon crest packs, but I still try to survive here, how? By being a cheap waitress who gets insulted by the customers here, it also, turns out that people here were monsters.

I try to ignore the burning feeling in my stomach, as I grab my cloak from the rack, finally, my shift is over, now I can get out of this restaurant, and go home, snuggle in socks while I train my wolf.

I push the door of the restaurant open, before walking out of the restaurant, the cold air gushes my hair making it scatter amid my face, my wolf purrs within me, this is what I like. Not worrying about anything, living it low, not wondering about Liam or my twin sister, just living a free life. That's what I like.

When I reached the entrance of my door, a tiny apartment, I was met with two huge men standing right in front of my door.

Their faces are covered with tattoos, one is wearing a black ripped shirt and the other is wearing a white t-shirt, all gazing at me.

"Is she the one?" They whisper among themselves, and I raise my eyebrows.

"Uh. Can you guys like to move away from the door? I am trying to get in."

They didn't budge, instead, they raised their brow at me. How dare they!

"Please, move aside." I was closing my eyes now, my hands wrapped around my hip, as I stared at them hard, still pressing my lips together.

One step forward, and the smell of gentle wood missed with mine fills my ears, his hands move over towards my mouth immediately, it's suffocating, and. It turns black