Rejected by the Gamma Loved by the Alpha

Chapter 1

LAYLA'S PERSPECTIVE ~

I could see light seeping under Taylor's closet door, which doubles as my tiny bedroom. Another long grueling day is what I had to look forward to. Still nestled in my cot, I contemplated the myriad tasks awaiting me today, from tackling the dishes to conquering the laundry pile, all the while determined to steer clear of Mike.

My alarm blared static causing me to jump.

I glanced over my body, which bore a tapestry of bruises in various hues of purple, yellow, and blue. Even my toes weren't spared, each adorned with its own mark. I had become accustomed to being tripped, kicked, and bullied in every manner, and today promised to be no different.

I yawned widely, stretching my arms and legs until they hit the wall, finally prepared to face the day ahead.

I carefully rolled out of my cot to avoid hitting my head on the slanted ceiling like the previous days.

I grabbed my old worn tatters of clothing and readied for the day. I didn't have nice things, even though my bedroom was a closet my half-brother Taylor had given me, I made the best out of a bad situation. Otherwise, I wouldn't have a room, I lost everything when my father found his gremlin, I mean second chance mate.

At First it was just a little mistreatment behind closed doors when my father wasn't around, then she began to punish me for the smallest things, took my toys away, and eventually my room. It was like no matter what I did in Marie's eyes I was nothing and would never measure up to her or children. Eventually she treated me like s**t all the time and my father went along with it, I always thought it was because he was p***y whipped.

Marie is a vile woman, every chance she could she mentally and physically abused me. The last time I pissed her off she broke all the fingers on my left hand, making it pretty much impossible to do my daily chores.

I realized to survive I would need to do everything she said just to keep her happy, but soon I realized Marie would never be happy. She just genuinely hated me and there was absolutely nothing I could say or do to change that, so,

I came to accept it.

*******

The clock read 4:30 a.m, my favorite time of day. The pack was still and quiet, offering a rare sanctuary from the constant disruptions, as everyone else slumbered. Peeking cautiously to ensure the coast was clear, I relished the solitude. It was my favorite time of day, which often meant; I could move freely throughout the pack house without being bothered by anyone, or bullied for that matter.

After completing a few chores around our own home I made my way to the pack house to start breakfast.

No, we don't live in the pack house right now. The pack is going through a transition period so that the other soon-to-be ranking members can train and take their future positions. In our pack retired members are given homes on the pack lands, their hard work is not forgotten.

Like I had previously predicted, no one was around in the pack house just the way I like it.

Every day I made eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and set out fresh fruit.

The only thing I would ever change was an alternative meal, for wolves who didn't eat eggs.

Particularly 18-year-old Mike Weaver the soon-to-be Gamma of our pack. I was hoping he wouldn't be in the kitchen, but lately, he has been unpleasantly surprising me.

Mike and his girlfriend Antonia Carlson a beautiful tall, blonde haired blue eyed mega cunt, and ex Gamma in the waning Moon pack. Although now since her mother was rejected by her father for his fated mate, she was just an Omega in ours.

The couple, my primary tormentors, seemed relentless in their mission to make my life a living hell. I couldn't fathom what I had done to provoke such animosity, yet they remained determined. Mike's status as a gamma meant they were seldom held accountable, granting them free rein to inflict torment at will. I understood that standing up for myself would only exacerbate the situation, so I endured the beatings and the relentless name-calling, all in an effort to prevent the bullying from escalating further.

I sighed, wiping tears from my eyes as I prepared the biscuits and sausage gravy.

It had always been my favorite breakfast, my father would come down to the kitchen and make it for me and my mother when we were still occupying the pack house. He has changed so much, and not for the better.

The sad truth is just because I made it didn't mean I got to eat it. So, I would sneak a biscuit and a little bit of gravy. I was having one of those days where I just missed my mom and this hit the spot.

In an attempt to hide my food, I carefully crept out of the kitchen, I knew the smell of expensive cologne anywhere. It was the one and only Mike wearing a blue polo shirt and khakis with expensive leather shoes.

His hair is blonde and medium in length he wore it tousled. His eyes were icy pools of blue and were Mike's best features sadly, they were always cold when meeting mine.

Mike is gorgeous, popular, and charming and he knew it. He was as handsome as he was cruel.

Most ranked wolves were attractive, Mike on the other hand was just arrogant I guess his style would be considered preppy. He knew that he could have whatever he wanted and wouldn't hesitate to take it. Well besides me, I don't think he would ever want me.

As soon as he laid eyes on me, his elbow came up hitting me in the jaw. I don't know what I did this time.

"I told you to bring out my f*****g plate and serve it to me every morning at six! You're a minute late slave!"

Mike shouted, fuming as if fire spewed from his lips.

I fell to the floor with a loud thud and backed off timidly, while quickly apologizing.

Mike held out his hand offering to help me up but instead boots me in the stomach. I let out a muffled cry holding my aching gut and attempting to hide any emotion, knowing it will only make it worse.

I wasn't surprised when he began grabbing me by the hair of my head forcing me to look at him. "You're so f*****g worthless nobody wants you!" He growled out and spat in my face.

"Please don't hurt me! It won't happen again! It was a simple mistake I'm sorry!" I pleaded with him.

I heard footsteps rapidly approaching, Mike must have too because he began helping me up.

I heard a husky voice say: Hey!"

what happened?"

"Uh, she's clumsy." Mike said attempting yet failing to lie.

I was surprised when my savior smacked Mike so hard in the face he fell to the floor.

"Oh looks like you're clumsy too."My Savior said offering his hand out to Mike to help him up. But instead he just smacked him again knocking him back to the floor.

"Looks like I'm clumsy too Mike! "

I was so utterly shocked I just stared on surprised.

"You can't put your hands on me! You're not Alpha yet! You can't just push ranking members around like that!" Mike cried holding his face.

"Oh but it's okay for you to go around bullying innocent pack members? Not to mention she's female and hasn't received her wolf yet!"

"You disgust me Mike! get the f**k out of my face!"

Mike fumbled running out of the pack kitchen crying like a little b***h.

After Mike was out of the way,

He picked up my chin turning my head both ways to assess the damage while facing me to look him in the eyes. I realized it was the soon-to-be Alpha 18-year-old, Christian Benson.

His warm hazel eyes stared back at me with concern. I was enamored, he was perfect and kind.

He had long lashes shielded by thick brows, making him mysteriously handsome. His chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, and pearly whites gave me a dazzling smile.

Causing any she wolf to pine for him.

Clearing his throat as he looked at me.

"Are you ok sweetheart?"

He questioned, with a raised brow.

I stammered, uh...

"Yeah I guess," I said looking down as I got up, embarrassed.

I couldn't look him straight in the eye and lie to his face, for some reason it just felt so wrong. I wasn't okay, I was tired of it, if he only knew how much Mike had bullied me.

I didn't realize he had his shirt off until I stood up.

His six-pack abs and the fact he was covered in tattoos, caused me to turn pink.

Practically drooling, I watched his muscles flex every time he moved, Christan was majestically beautiful.

Every morning he had always gone for a run. So that explains why he was here.

Holding out his hands to help me up I grabbed them, not realizing how strong he was. Pulling me up so fast I bumped into him, our faces touching at the lips.

I instantly turned red embarrassed.

Christian chuckled, with a sly smile.

"Next time you want to kiss me, just ask!" He said smiling sheepishly.

I stammered. "No I didn't mean to...I uh... I'm so sorry." I said horrified.

I can't believe I just kissed the soon-to-be Alpha ,I thought to myself. After apologizing like 20 times.

"Calm down doll! I was just f*****g with you!" He said laughing, giving me a now flirtatious smile.

His face changed when he saw the expression on mine.

"Are you sure you're all right?" He questioned with a worry ridden look.

"Yeah, I shrugged." I was so awkward when it came to boys or in this case a sexy soon to be Alpha. I didn't know how to act, so like a dumbass, I nervously walked away, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.

Realizing it was later than I thought

I hurried to my house to get ready for school.

I didn't have anything else to change into considering, I only owned three shirts covered in Holes and worn from time. Even though I kept them clean, I had them for many years since my mother passed, so they had begun to fall apart.

My pants were another story, and ripped jeans were "in" so nobody could tell how old they were. I struggled throwing my long hair into a high ponytail, I was so sore. I grabbed my bag and was on my way, it was only 5 minutes to get to school.