The Fated Mate

Rebekah's First Day

Rebekah pressed her forehead to the cool window of her mother’s car, watching as the familiar brick building of Ridgewood High came into view. The parking lot was already buzzing with cars and clusters of students, all of them dressed in new clothes and showing off tans from the last days of summer. It was the first day of senior year—her last year before freedom—and yet her stomach was twisting like it was her very first.

Her mom slowed to a stop at the curb. “You’ve got this, Bekah,” she said gently, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind Rebekah’s ear. “Last year. Make it count.”

Rebekah forced a smile. “I will, Mom.”

Her parents had always been like that—warm, encouraging, a little overprotective. She had no idea she wasn’t their biological daughter. To her, they were simply hers, the people who loved her unconditionally. And that was enough.

She slung her backpack over her shoulder and stepped out of the car. The morning air was sharp with the scent of wet grass and exhaust fumes. She scanned the steps out front until she spotted two familiar figures waving at her.

“Bekah!” The tall, skinny boy with wire-framed glasses grinned and nearly tripped over his own feet as he jogged over. Tyler Mason. Not that Tyler—the troublemaking one from Zane’s pack—but her Tyler. Nerdy, clumsy, loyal to a fault.

Beside him was Maddie, Rebekah’s best friend since kindergarten. Maddie’s hair was a mass of frizzy curls that refused to be tamed, and her smile was crooked in the way that made you like her instantly. She shoved a coffee cup into Rebekah’s hands as soon as she was close enough.

“Double caramel latte. Figured you’d need it,” Maddie said.

“You’re a lifesaver.” Rebekah took a long sip, letting the sugar jolt her awake.

The three of them stood together on the steps, watching the scene unfold like outsiders at a show. The popular crowd was easy to spot—their laughter louder, their clothes sharper, their confidence practically dripping onto the pavement.

“Look at her,” Maddie muttered, jerking her chin toward the sleek, glossy figure of Adrianna Hale. “Queen of the world. Does she ever not look like she’s walking a runway?”

Rebekah followed her gaze. Adrianna’s dark hair shone like ink in the sun, falling perfectly down her back. Two girls flanked her, both just as polished—Lila, with her ice-blonde hair, and Kendra, the fiery redhead who laughed at everything Adrianna said. They were beautiful. Intimidating. Untouchable.

“Probably practices in front of the mirror every morning,” Tyler muttered, adjusting his glasses. “You know, like a power walk ritual.”

Maddie snorted, nearly choking on her own drink. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”

Rebekah tried to laugh along, but her eyes slid past Adrianna—to him.

Zane Carter.

Even from a distance, he drew every gaze like a magnet. His dark hair was cut short, jaw sharp, shoulders broad. He moved with a quiet confidence that marked him as something more than just another senior. He was strong, respected, already whispered about as the pack’s future Alpha.

Maddie leaned closer, following Rebekah’s line of sight. “Oh my goddess,” she breathed. “He’s even hotter than last year. That jawline? That smile? It’s criminal.”

Rebekah felt heat rise to her cheeks. “He doesn’t even know we exist.”

“Maybe not,” Maddie said, “but every girl here knows he exists.”

Zane passed by them, his scent trailing after him—pine, smoke, something wild that stirred the wolf inside her. Rebekah’s heart thudded. For a second, she let herself imagine him looking at her, speaking to her, maybe even—

Her fantasy shattered in an instant. Adrianna and her friends swept in like a storm, striding straight through Rebekah and Maddie as though they were invisible. A sharp shoulder slammed into Rebekah’s arm, nearly knocking her coffee out of her hand.

“Watch it,” Kendra sneered without even glancing back.

Rebekah’s mouth opened, the words bubbling at the edge of her tongue. She wanted to snap something back, to make them see she wasn’t just some ghost they could shove aside. But before she could, Maddie’s hand was on her arm, tugging her back.

“Don’t,” Maddie whispered. “Not worth it.”

Rebekah clenched her jaw, swallowing her anger. Adrianna’s laughter floated back to her, high and cruel, as they closed in on Zane. The three of them belonged to his world. Rebekah and her friends didn’t.

“Come on,” Tyler said, shifting awkwardly. “We’ll be late for first period.”

They moved toward the double doors, the roar of the hallway swallowing them whole. Rebekah forced her shoulders back, forcing her face into a mask of indifference. But inside, her wolf stirred uneasily. She wanted more. She wanted to be seen.

Maybe, this year, she finally would be.

The first-period bell shrieked overhead as Rebekah, Maddie, and Tyler slipped into the crowded hallway. Students were already jamming lockers, voices bouncing off the tile floors, the air buzzing with a strange mix of nerves and excitement that only the first day back could summon.

Rebekah hugged her books to her chest as they weaved through the throng. She didn’t mind the chaos. What she minded was being unseen—brushed past, ignored, as if she were only part of the background. Maddie used to joke that they could stand in the middle of the hall naked and no one would notice. Rebekah wasn’t so sure she was wrong.

“Ugh,” Maddie muttered, lowering her voice as Adrianna’s laughter rang out somewhere behind them. “I swear, it’s like the universe put her here just to remind us we’ll never measure up.”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “Let’s not waste oxygen talking about them, okay? We’ve got calculus first thing. That’s nightmare enough.”

“Speak for yourself.” Maddie flashed him a grin. “Some of us actually like math.”

“You’re a sick, twisted individual.”

Rebekah smiled faintly, letting their banter wash over her. She was glad for it, really. Maddie and Tyler made the endless days bearable, their small circle of three shielding them from the sting of invisibility. They weren’t part of the popular crowd. They weren’t even on the outer edges. They were nobodies. And maybe that was safer.

Still… safer didn’t mean satisfying.

They reached her locker, and Rebekah bent to spin the dial. Across the hall, Zane’s voice carried above the din—deep, easy, threaded with the kind of authority that made people naturally quiet when he spoke. She risked a glance, pulse stuttering when she saw him leaning against the lockers, Adrianna perched at his side like a jewel on display.

Rebekah forced her eyes back to the lock, pretending she wasn’t eavesdropping. She hated herself for listening. But she couldn’t stop.

“…alpha trials this winter,” Zane was saying. “It won’t be official until then.”

“Everyone already knows it’s yours,” Adrianna purred. Her manicured hand slid over his arm possessively. “No one can touch you.”

Rebekah’s chest tightened. She’d always known Zane was destined to lead. He was strong, powerful, everything a future Alpha should be. And still, the thought sent a spark of longing through her—a longing she had no right to feel.

“Bekah?” Maddie nudged her shoulder. “You’re staring.”

“I am not,” Rebekah muttered, shoving a book into her locker a little too hard.

“You totally are,” Tyler said around a smirk. “It’s tragic, really.”

Her cheeks flamed. “Shut up.”

They made it to class with seconds to spare. Rebekah slid into her seat by the window, Maddie plopping down beside her while Tyler claimed the desk behind. The teacher droned on about expectations for the year, but Rebekah’s thoughts kept drifting. She doodled in the margin of her notebook, her pen sketching a wolf’s profile before she even realized it.

She was wolf, same as them all. Same blood, same strength simmering under the skin. But no one treated her like it.

By the time lunch rolled around, her stomach was growling, though nerves tangled with her hunger. The cafeteria was a battlefield of cliques. Athletes on one side. Cheerleaders clustered like bright birds. And, of course, Adrianna’s group—the pack elite.

Rebekah carried her tray like a shield, following Maddie and Tyler to their usual table in the far corner.

“Home sweet home,” Tyler said dryly, setting down his tray.

“At least we don’t have to deal with the drama.” Maddie stabbed her fork into a pile of lettuce. “Can you imagine sitting with them every day? Ugh.”

Rebekah laughed, though her gaze slid instinctively toward the center table. Zane sat among the loudest voices, Adrianna practically in his lap. He wasn’t laughing, though. He was watching the room, sharp eyes missing nothing.

And then—just for a heartbeat—his gaze flicked toward her.

Rebekah froze. Her breath caught. Did he just—?

But before she could be sure, Adrianna leaned in, whispering something in his ear that made him smirk. His attention snapped back to her, and the moment was gone.

“Bekah?” Maddie waved a hand in front of her face. “Earth to stalker girl.”

“Not funny.”

“Then stop drooling.”

Rebekah shoved a fry in her mouth to cover her embarrassment. But inside, her wolf stirred restlessly. She wanted to believe that glance had meant something. That maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t invisible after all.