The Rise of the Rejected Omega

Fiona’s POV. Darkness. This was more than the situation at hand in my family, it was like a Legacy. Thoughts of being without a wolf clouded my mind as I sat under the tree and watched the rest of the pack walk to and fro. Corner Black, the packs Beta moved in unison alongside the rest of the werewolves who were getting ready for the day training at the ground-x where the wolves trained weekly. I wasn’t included because I had no wolf. Severally, I’ve been humiliated at school by my peers and mocked, my mother wasn’t there to console me because she gave up the ghost minutes after my birth, and my father? He was so busy and couldn’t have enough time for me, his one and only daughter. "I just wished she was here." I cried looking up to the sky. Sunny was the day before us and lonely was the atmosphere around me while I sat underneath the tree. I couldn’t tell what I thought of exactly, but knew I was just lost in thoughts. Dad had just left for work and the food from last night's supper wasn’t enough for me. ‘Oh, my stomach aches me.’ I groaned painfully. I felt a rumble in my tummy. Perhaps, those were the worms. I decided I move closer to have a clearer view of the werewolves in training before I heard a shallow soprano behind me. I was moved and turned to see her. Lady Ellen looked so gorgeous and had her usual purple linings on. Most people referred to her as the Purple Ellen while some, the Purple Lady. It was her favourite colour and she was admired for that, plus, her wolf was a very crazy one, the Amber wolf; courageous, brave and fast. Standing right in front of me was like a dream. She was only 18 though, a year older than I was. "What a wonder," I muttered, with my eyes wide open and my mouth agape in surprise. “Handsome huh? Isn’t he?” She said with her hands behind her while I smiled and nodded in approval at the same time. “Of course, he is, good morning my lady,” I replied gracefully. “Oh, please, I’m as young as you are and also a wolf like you…” she said, taking off her white fancy gloves. I remained silent and ashamed at the same time because I was without a wolf, Perhaps she’ll note that right away, she attended the same high school with me but was a senior. “Wait a second." She said surprisingly. "Please don’t tell me you’re the blacksmith's daughter," she paused raising her brow. "The one they…” She didn’t need to complete it, I had a nickname at school, "wolfless." I completed it ASAP and that said it all, the question was answered. “…Wolfless! You’re right.” I snapped shamefully. She stared at me and paused for a while with her hands clapping her gloves together. Her eyebrows raised as she beckoned to me right there. “Please, pardon me, Miss." She pleaded with concern. "I had no idea you were the one, don’t bother much, I’ll make sure everything works out fine." She smiled. "You don’t have to see yourself…” “It’s alright My Lady…” I cut in shyly. “Ellen,” she corrected. “It’s alright Ellen." I chuckled. "I’ve taken all that behind me a long time ago." I paused a bit, gasping for breath. "All I care about right now is looking on to the future, it’s happened already and I’ll require a mate to have my wolf back.” I smiled. I looked too young for one, I was only 17 and had a few days left. Born on the 22nd of October, I looked forward to Thursday. At exactly 12:00 AM, I’ll turn 18 and I’ll be more than fit to have a mate, someone who’ll restore my dignity and make sure I’ll have my place back in the pack, but there was a problem, I’ve not seen any man who picked so much interest in me. I needed someone who was going to reciprocate such affection towards me and show me that he truly cares and is also ready and willing to guard and protect me no matter what. My brain played mind games with me to the point that I almost lost it, Ellen had called me twice now and there was no response. “Hello! Hello?!” She shouted at me after snapping her fingers before my eyes thrice. “Oh, my bad, I’m so sorry Ellen,” I apologised with my head bowed in remorse. My mind was draining me and it was glaring to her. “What’s wrong with you?!" She scolded. "What the hell were you thinking?” She roared. “Nothing," I replied sharply, feigning a smile. "I just…” “You’d better get yourself in order wolf." She said firmly. "Indeed, you don’t have one yet, but trust me, when the time's right, you’ll become one of us, I promise you that.” She assured. “It’s alright My lady,” I forgot she warned me twice now so I had to change it since she turned to me with her left brows raised like she gave a warning sign. “Oh, Ellen.” “So, as I was saying." She reminded pointing at him. "He’s handsome and charming, isn’t he?” She asked while we both stared at the 21-year-old Ragnar Walter, heir to the throne of the Crescent Moon pack. His chest was broad and he looked so muscular. He had this pair of deep blue eyes which caught my attention every single day but I couldn’t get so close to him. He was always surrounded by the guards and often snubs me when I greet him. I didn’t look for so long, unlike Ellen who looked so lustfully at him while she admired almost every part of his body down to the size of his, "cock." I muttered. “What?!” She screamed, causing a surge of adrenaline coursing through my nerves. “What do you mean c**k?! Isn’t he a man anymore? Is it a crime to possess a big d**k or have a regular lady who admires them?!” She yelled as she touched her n*****s slowly. It was so crazy she acted this way and right in front of me. She turned to me and observed how I watched her all along and smiled back. “Are you okay? Get your lazy eyes off my…” she snorted and shaded me with her elbow and we began a silly teenage play. I chased her through the garden and down to the building facing us. It was meant for the finest warlords and also it had a meeting hall for the werewolves situated there. We were too old for such, who could imagine a 17 and 18-year-old jumping in between pillars and it looked more exciting as she shifted into her wolf form and made for the run. I witnessed her furs and also her canine tooth shoot out gradually, her eyes turned yellowish-brown and her claws grew out. She looked scary but not to me, I wasn’t a total stranger in the city at least it didn’t look irregular. “Catch me if you can!” She called and jumped off to the stairs. I gave her a hot chase till I accidentally hit a gigantic figure who stood before me now. The rest of the werewolves stood in shock behind him while he looked down at me on the ground. ‘Behold, the eye of the sun.' I muttered in fear as I watched Prince Ragnar who stared directly at me. I grew dump, a teen girl who’s gone short of words.