Queen of The Alphas

The Rejection

Ryker quickly got down from Freya's body. He got out of bed and picked up his towel, tying it to his waist.

Freya heard the wheezing sound and hurriedly used the bedspread to cover her nakedness. Her mouth opened but was unable to utter a sound.

Odessa held the window handle, struggling not to fall while she wheezed. Ryker wasn't sure of the right step to take, but he went to her and carried her into his room.

As soon as he sat her on the edge of his bed, he began patting her back in a slow rhythmic motion, but her wheezing wasn't decreasing. He looked at Freya, who had just got off the bed with the bedspread wrapped over her body.

“Go get the healer!! She is having a Panic Attack.”

Freya remained still as she bit her lips. Ryker glared at her.

“I can't be seen like this, my clothes are torn,” she looked away.

Ryker ignored Freya and focused his gaze on Odessa, he held her hands and looked into her eyes. "Odessa, breath, breath!" He urged, but her wheezing continued.

He then howled at her, "BREEEAATH!!!!!" The fear that emerged due to his howl interrupted the panic attack, and she began coughing.

Ryker patted her back and at that moment, she raised her face to Freya and glared at her.

Freya's heart began to pound, and her body shook as she stood still. Odessa suddenly stood up, she clenched her fists and walked towards Freya.

Freya closed her eyes in fear while Ryker watched. Odessa walked out without uttering a word.

Ryker walked to Freya and pushed her out of his room. He banged the door at her, he began pacing around, unable to think clearly.

He loved Odessa but in his twenty-seven years of living, he had always believed a man could love a lady and freely be with countless others. He took up a flower vase and splashed it on the wall.

“She kissed another!!”

Odessa ran out of the Packhouse, tears streamed down her face, she held her mouth, preventing any sound from escaping.

She got to the middle of a road and screamed out in pain, but her heart was still heavy. She couldn't understand why Freya would do this, despite their ten years of friendship. Was she jealous of her?

She looked around her and saw a bench. She went over and sat down still sobbing. She remembered the words her mother whispered to her earlier in the day.

“You will one day be our Luna and you make a fine Luna. The pack will love you because you have a gentle heart.”

She screamed out in pain again.

At that moment, a Mercedes-Benz drove by Odessa, she gazed at it, and it suddenly began driving back in her direction. Her eyes widened.

She focused her gaze on the car as the man came out of it. She couldn't recognize him, but he was smiling at her.

The man got closer and saw the pain in her eyes, “Are you alright?” He asked.

She nodded in affirmation and he sat beside her.

The man's broad shoulders and chiseled chest were evident under his worn leather jacket. His sharp jawline framed his face to exude confidence.

Odessa slowly glanced at the man, there was something about him.

He took out his handkerchief and offered it to her. She collected it and wiped her tears.

“Thank you.”

“I couldn't drive past you, not after seeing you like this. The moon will be out soon, it won't be safe for a human like you.”

His words astonished Odessa; she wondered what he meant by being human; could it mean that he is a werewolf? Could that mean that he wasn't able to smell her wolf form?

"Oh, I haven't shifted for the first time,” she reminded herself in her thoughts.

“Freya could smell my scent as she could smell another person, whether human or wolf; I guess my wolf form is hidden until I shift,” she thought to herself.

“I can bet he is an alpha; he looks like one. Could he be the alpha of the wolves dying?”

The man was Axel Wilderwolf; he was the son of the richest Alpha. A twenty-five-year-old handsome man who stood tall with dark messy hair. His diamond-shaped face had warm brown eyes, a straight nose and inviting full lips.

Odessa stood up without uttering a word, she began to walk out.

“Wait!”

She halted and turned towards him. The smile on his face had disappeared. She panicked as he walked towards her. She began moving backwards. At that moment, she missed a step and was about to fall, but his hands grasped her waist and prevented her from falling.

It was then that she saw the striking resemblance.

“You don't seem to remember we've met before,” his hands still on her waist.

She had already forgotten she kissed a stranger on her way to the Packhouse, a lot had happened after that incident.

“You called me Ryker,” he said calmly.

Odessa composed herself and pulled his hands from her waist.

Axel smiled, “My name is Axel Wilderwolf,” he said, expecting the name to mean something to her.

“Does that mean he is the son of the Alpha, Gideon Wilderwolf? That would make him the son of the richest man in New York, but who cares? He is definitely just like Ryker," she thought to herself and wiped off her tears.

Axel was astounded by her silence. He observed that she wasn't bothered by the name.

Humans were always glad to meet werewolves, the harmony that existed between werewolves and humans had been in existence for close to two hundred years. Axel wondered why she wasn't glad to meet him, why she didn't react like one who knew his name, he had to believe it had a connection to the pain in her eyes.

“Tell me who made you cry, and I will crush him with my claws,” Axel was bound to find out if she knew about the existence of werewolves in New York. She seemed old enough to know.

She smiled, “It's fine, I too apologize for what happened the other time, it wasn't my intention.” She suddenly looked down.

Tears suddenly began flowing from her eyes. She quickly wiped her tears and looked away. “I'm just sorry,” she said softly, and began moving away.

Axel felt compassion for the girl, he was curious to know what was bothering her. Earlier in the morning, she was energetic and happy but at that moment, she was looking pale and sad. Perhaps that was why she wasn't excited about meeting a werewolf.

He quickly held her back, “What's the problem? I want to listen.”

She turned and hugged him tightly as tears flowed from her eyes. It was all she needed; a shoulder to cry on.

She pulled back, releasing herself from his arms. “Thank you.” She wiped her tears and began walking home.

“I want to drop you off at your destination,” Axel requested.

Odessa waved her head to and fro in disagreement before turning to him. She knew it was a bad idea, she didn't want him to find out she was a werewolf and taking a lift from him could expose that.

Not that she had any reason to hide her identity, but it suddenly felt like the right thing to do at that moment.

“Thank you, but I will be fine.”

No lady had ever said no to him before, he was the kind of gentleman that easily got any lady he wanted. Her declination was surprising, but he had to respect her decision.

Odessa got home only to meet Ryker waiting for her in her bedchamber. Her eyes widened, she was the one known to be sneaking into his room and not the other way round. She wondered what he was doing there, she knew she couldn't forgive him. She had a lot of questions running through her head, but before she could utter a word, Ryker did.

“I reject you to be my mate.”