Destined mates

Chapter Seven

Over the years Charlie became the only one in the house to do all the chores plus cook every meal. She would get more beatings off of the other girls around the pack house as she attracted the males of the house. Not that she was doing it on purpose mind you. Not in a millions years would she want attention from anyone in that pack. As she got older her body did what any young ladies body did and she blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She mainly only ever wore leggings and a top that was getting a bit too tight for her. She had had that top for a few years now and she grew unexpectedly fast in the chest area. Any clothes that were being thrown out by any of the pack girls, she would go through first to see if any fit her. Now that included any bras she found.

After her first year at secondary school, the warm feeling in her heart stopped so she never thought more on it. Mark would get more in her face at school in front of others if she ever ignored him or didn't do things he asked.

The bitches, as Charlie called them, hung around with Mark and his friends to attract their attention. Ava, Eleanor and Emily were the so called popular girls of their year. They always had the latest clothes, lastest phones and latest stylish handbags. Any chance they got, they took the piss out of Charlie and the way she looked. If it was winter, she always wore a hat to hide her hair or in summer she manged to get it up in a scrufy bun. They always pushed her about or purposely barged into her and cause her to drop her books. No one ever helped her as they classed her as an outcast. Apart from Mark, on occasion, he would shout at the girls for doing it. Mark had grew up to become a good looking boy but still a d**k. He would only shout at them so he could get in my face. He towered over her, always smelt of strong aftershave and made sure all the girls could see his muscular body by wearing tight t-shirts.

On more than one occasion she walked into bedrooms to clean them, only to get something thrown at her as it was occupied by a couple going at it.

'f*****g knock next time!' The girl screamed.

'Why can they never leave that till I've finished cleaning,' she thought to herself, 'they know when I clean, maybe they do it on purpose.'

Mark would call her to his room just as an omega would be leaving holding most of her clothes or doing up her trousers up as they left. He would order her to clean his room. It smelt of sweat and s*x. He would sit at his desk either in boxes or nothing at all and watched her clean.

Mark turned eighteen on the sixth of August, three days before Charlie. She noticed a change in him. Any time he was near her, his eyes turned black and he would leave the room. He stopped calling her to his room to clean it much to her delight.

The night of the eighth Charlie stayed up late and waited for the house to go quiet. She headed down to the stream to wash herself. By the time she got back to the house it was past midnight.

'Happy Birthday to me.' She said to herself. She'd grab a left over cup cake that she'd managed to hide in the kitchen, lite a candle and made a wish. She made the same wish every year but she new it was going to come true this year as she new she was free to leave this pack house and never turn back.

As werewolves they grew up learning about there inner wolf and that they would get them when they turned eighteen and should find their mates, hopefully, not long after.

After Charlie had managed to settle, she heard a voice,

'Hello Charlie,'

'Who's that?' Charlie sat up but knew no one was in her room as it only just about fit her.

'I'm your wolf, Skye,' the voice explained.

'its nice to finally meet you Skye,' Charlie thought to herself as she new Skye would still be able to hear her. With a smile on her face, she fell to sleep.

The next day at breakfast Frank ordered Charlie to the table.

'I want you to send all the invites that are on my desk to every neighbouring pack,' Frank ordered.

'But alphas its my birthday,' Charlie reminded Frank.

'And!'

'You said I could have the day to myself.' Charlie had the feeling Frank wasn't going to keep to his word.

'I want you to do as you've been told!' He growled at her.

'Mate!' Skye howled.

'What?'

'Mate,' Skye repeated.

Mark entered the dinning room as charlies wolf started to pace.

'No it can't be him, you know what he's done to me!'

'Good your here!' Mark caused every head in the room to look up.

'I, Mark Lee Peterson of the Hilltop Pack, hereby reject you as my mate.' He watched Charlie closely for any kind of reaction.

Everyone looked at Charlie to see how she took the rejection.

'Thank you,' Charlie started.

'What?' Mark was shocked by her reply.

'I, Charlotte Louise Grey of Whitetop Pack, Accept your rejection.' She happily watched Mark fall to his knees.

''Who?' Frank growled.

Mark couldnt understand why he was feeling the pain and she wasn't. His wolf was howling in his head to the pain the rejection had caused him.

She walked out of the room with a skip in her step.

'Who did she say she was!' Frank hollered at the top of his lungs. The whole house shock.

'Are you ok Skye?' she asked as they headed to Frank's office.

'I am thank you Charlotte, it still hurt though.'

'I can't believe, of all people, the moon goddess would match me with him!' Ranted Charlie.

'She has her reasons, Charlotte. Hopefully you get the chance to meet your second chance mate.'

'Of all my birthdays I've had to spend in this hell hole, this has been by far the worst birthday ever.'

Charlie did as she was told and collected the invites off of Frank's desk and posted them to the neighbouring packs for next Saturdays alpha ceremony.