The Rejected Wolf

Chapter 1 Tyler’s POV BEEEEP, BEEEP, BEEEEP “Wake up!!!! Tyler you better get your ass down here immediately!” my sister growls from the kitchen. You see I’m not allowed to live in the pack house because I’m an ‘asset’ to my parents. Well, if you put it that way, I’m just their gay scumbag son that they use as a personal blood bag. Ha-ha and they not even vampires. You see, I’m a werewolf, no hey, we don’t exist, and we just magically go around transforming into wolves. Oh well, I’m magic anyway. Oh sherbet, I need to get up before my dad decided to beat me up again. That’s our morning routine. I head to the shower, spend ten good minutes in it and go back to my room for a towel. I wear my black skinny jeans, a black v-neck and my Vans. I take my backpack and some money I earn monthly working at the local diner. I walk straight out of the house because I am late and I am not allowed to eat food from home. I usually buy my meals or I eat at my best friend’s house. I start my ten minute walk, as soon as I get to school; I go straight to my locker, get my books and go to homeroom. As I walk, someone decides to push me over. When I turn around, I see red. It is the future Alpha Brandon. I loathe him. He’s that guy that everyone just adores, but in reality, he’s a narcissistic bastard who loves himself and his title way too much. He bullies me constantly; it can be any time of the day, like now. “Watch where you going man-eater!” I was speechless, people call me w***e, fag, fairy, queer, but no one has ever called me a man-eater. I wonder who I ate. I stand there contemplating but realise that I’m late for class! I eventually get to class, I see Tucker, my best friend. He is the only person that does not judge me. He’s sitting next to his girlfriend, Tessa. She can be nice when she wants to, but you can see that she resents me just like the rest. Those eyes that scream freak, you know what I mean. “Hey Tuck, how ya doing?” I ask as I sit on the other side of him. “I’m good, how about you? Have you eaten breakfast yet? Please tell me that you have. I cannot bare it when you starve yourself. You tiny as it.” I snort, “of course”, I lie. He doesn’t need to know about my pathetic life. Being positive is my motto. Because I’m turning seventeen tomorrow, I’ll meet my mate and that person will love me unconditionally. I know I am damaged, but instead of feeling sorry for myself, I will show the world that they can’t and won’t break me. The whole day flies by, I walk to work listening to music on my iPod. ‘Cry’ by Rihanna starts to play. I let the words sink, girl I bleed for you. The diner magically appears in front of me. I enter and spot my lady, Maggie. “Howdy Aunt Maggie. How are you doing on such a beautiful day?” She turns around with the brightest smile. Yes, she’s the closest person that I have as a motherly figure in my life. I love her; she was mated to my father’s brother. He died in a rogue attack. “Hey sweetie, come have some lunch and then we can discuss what I can get you for your special day tomorrow.” I smile, this lady, if I could, I would be her son. “Aunt Mag, I want nothing, hopefully I’ll get the person I wanted my whole life tomorrow. I will be content with just him.... or her and we will live in our own small world with lots of babies”. “Well then I wish you all the happiness in the world”. She hands me an envelope. There is at least a thousand dollars in here! I look at her in shock, “why did you give me so much money? I am not worth it Aunt. Please take it back”. She snorts, “Oh please you deserve it. I told you to come live with me, but you declined. I want to. In my eyes you are my son. Everything I ever wanted.” I look at her with tears in my eyes, “in my eyes you are more than my mother”. “I love you boy, go home, you are off duty for the rest of the week. Remember I am always here for you.” As you have guessed, she doesn’t know what goes on at home. That is top secret. I make my way home and see my dad’s car in the driveway. Oh no! I quietly ran up the stairs to my bedroom and closed the door. My lock was broken due to the last time he beat me. I fell asleep, only to wake up to a familiar sensation in my lower region. It made me jolt awake, my dad is at again. “Hey Mr Garcia, are you going see the blood of your son yet again today?” He growled, “Faggot you better not push it. Remain quiet! Take the pain, I wish you all the pain. I hope your mate rejects you. You are not even a good enough anyway.” With exactly that, he’s fist connects with my ribs and many other parts of my body. After he was finally done after the fourth round of kicking, he gets up and leaves me in pain. I just lay there thinking of how different my life could have been. Don’t get me wrong, I was depressed when I was younger, but I am at the last stage of depression already, ACCEPTANCE. My eyes started dropping and everything turns black.