The Alpha's Rejected Mate: The Mate He never Wanted

An unexpected mate

KARENSA

“What the freaking f**k just happened?!” Gervais boomed from the door. Before I could so much as blink, he was in front of me. He didn't bother helping the b***h up, which made me smile despite what was going on.

“She hit me, Gervy!” Lya pouted as she rose from the floor, pointing at me with misty eyes. “The moment you left, she flipped.”

“Say the truth, b***h!” I snapped at her, pissed at the accusations. To hell, I would allow someone like her to accuse me of something I didn't do so she could act pitifully in front of him.

“Shut up!” Gervais growled at me. He clenched his fists at his side as he peered down at me. His eyes turned a deep golden.

“It's painful, Gervy!” She held on to his right arm, still acting like a pathetic b***h.

I scoffed, glaring straight at her. “You pushed yourself, you f*****g —”

I didn't get to complete my words before I felt this slap on my left cheek. The sound came before the sting of his actions. Stunned, I cradled my right cheek. Gervais has always been a pain in my arse, but he has never raised his hands against me.

He most times punished me by starving me or kneeling on broken shards, working outside in the rain or cooking a meal for the entire guards in his house. But never had he lifted his hands against me.

Lya smirked as she watched us. This was obviously what she wanted by acting so pitifully in front of me.

“You dare strike me because of a b***h? You struck your stepsister!” I yelled at him for the first time in years, not scared of getting hurt by him.

I have lived in this house for 16 years since the time my mother brought me in. But they tragically died after an argument with Gervais. It was clear as the day who murdered them.

Though he pretended to be the victim, I knew that was all a sham. That was why I meticulously planned my revenge. As I haven't differentiated yet, which would happen tomorrow. I would just wait for it.

“And I will hit you some more! Do you f*****g think you can do anything in this house because my father married that w***e of a mom you had?” He growled at me, eyes still golden.

I clenched my fists at my sides as tears pricked the sides of my eyes. “My mother wasn't a slut!” I countered angrily, narrowing my eyes at him. “You and your so-called lover are the bitches!" I pointed at Lya, who dramatically gasped.

She placed her right palm on his chest, looking wrong. Yet, the glint in her eyes spoke it all. She was amused by what was happening.

“Karensa!”

“Why? Are you blind? Didn't you know she bloody lied to you? How could I —”

The words froze in my throat when he wrapped his right palm around my neck. “Mind your freaking language!”

Said the man, who spits cuss words like a sailor. I didn't blink, neither did I let him know how painful his hold on my neck was. These past few years with a bipolar stepbrother taught me something.

He loves it whenever I cry. It makes him punish me some more, so I can continue shedding tears for him. I have since learned not to let my tears fall.

Even when he pressed down hard on my jugular vein, I didn't bat an eye. I watched him with a smirk, knowing how much it infuriates him whenever I smile during punishment.

“Scram b***h!” He threw me to the ground, pissed that I didn't shed a tear. It always got on his nerves when I did that.

I got up from the floor and rubbed my right hand around my neck before I turned to Lya. “Next time, learn how to slap your left cheek with your right hand. I'm not a leftie!” With a glare at the shocked woman, I strode to the exit. My knees were hurting from all the kneeling I did, but I endured the pain.

I slammed the door behind me and headed to my room, praying my birthday would arrive fast. I had gotten tired of staying in this godforsaken house. It was time to take my revenge and leave the house.

....

I didn't see Gervais after I left his private sitting room, which was for the best. I stayed in my room for most of the day because he asked them not to feed me, wanting to teach me he still had the upper hand.

And was I complaining? Of course, not. I was overjoyed that it would be the last time I got starved.

......

I woke up with a smile, feeling refreshed. It was my eighteenth birthday, of course! I was supposed to be thrilled! I went through my normal chores and got ready for the night.

Had my stepfather and mother been alive, they would have hosted a party for me. But knowing my stepbrother, he wouldn't want to waste his money and time on me.

I wasn't concerned about getting a mate. I just wish to meet my wolf to know what I differentiated into. Hopefully, an Alpha.

I stood under the moon and closed my eyes, trying not to cry. Had my parents been here, they would have stood right next to me and helped me through my first shift.

I inhaled, waiting for the rumoured burst of power, but I felt none. I was still like how I was when I left my room. There was nothing different, no strange feelings coursing through me. Nothing of that sort. It was just —

'Mate!' A small voice yelled in my head, startling me.

“You —”

I froze at the smell of rain. It smelt of the Earth after it had rained. He smelled like home, everything I wanted in a mate. But when I turned, all the blood rushed out of my face at the sight of the man I least expected.