Frankies Redemption

Chapter 4 - Why Don't You Like Me?.

When my siblings and I were growing up, my parents and both of my grandparents instilled in all of us a lot of good values and they raised us to be humble human beings who appreciated all of the amazing things that life would offer us.

They also instilled in us that even though we're rich and live in a gorgeous mansion and are able to enjoy all of the finer things in life due to them always being handed to us so easily, it doesn't mean that everything in life will be so easy for us to obtain and there'll be times when we'll have to work hard for the things we really want.

I've always understood and accepted this but a part of me has also wished that we didn't have to work so hard for the things we REALLY wanted, like for example our mate's affection because maybe then it would be so much easier for me to befriend Rebecca and court her without her hating me.

I arrive at school with the roar of my motorbike alerting everyone to my arrival and immediately gaining their attention.

I park my bike in between Nikolai's truck and Izzy's car which is the spot that was allocated to me by the school because I'm a member of the alpha and royal families.

I shut off my bike and take off my helmet fixing my hair as I did.

I narrowed my eyes on my gorgeous mate who was laughing and joking with Nina and Izzy as they stood next to my brother Dimitri's truck.

I've seen a huge difference in Rebecca ever since she became friends with my sisters.

When I first met her, she was this shy and extremely introverted girl who wouldn't say boo to a goose, she also never smiled and always had either a defensive look on her face or a hesitant one.

Rebecca would also always stutter as she spoke and she'd always look down and was unable to look anyone in the eye when she was talking to them, well, except for me, she's always been able to look at me with a sexy glare on her face when she talks to me but now she's a totally different girl in every way possible.

Now she makes eye contact with people when she's conversing with them, she doesn't stutter anymore, she's always smiling except for when she's scowling at me and her confidence and self-esteem has grown and gotten stronger as the days and weeks have gone by.

This is evident in her clothing and how she presents herself.

When Rebecca first started hanging out with Nina and Izzy, she would always be covered up in frumpy and unflattering clothes, her hair would always be pulled back and tied up and she'd never wear any make-up but now she's showing off and embracing her true beauty as well as her delicious curves in her various different choice of outfits.

"Hey there, baby"

Urgh!!, kill me moon goddess, kill me right now, please.

"f**k off, Shelby"

I growl whilst keeping my eyes on Rebecca.

"Now, why would I do that handsome?"

Shelby asked while trying to touch me but I quickly shrugged her off me.

"Maybe because you're not wanted"

"You weren't saying that a few months ago when we were making love to one another, were you?"

She says trying to sound seductive but failed and I rolled my eyes at her.

"That was back when I had my blinders on and I believed that you were a genuine, sweet girl and not some sly, vindictive b***h who wanted to use me to climb the social ladder to the elite social circles and gain titles that don't belong to you"

"Urgh!!, you don't seriously believe all of that bullshit, do you?"

She growls and I tried my hardest to ignore her but what she said next made me wanna wrap my hand around her throat and choke her to death.

"Besides, if anyone is a sly and vindictive b***h then it's..."

"Say it, Shelby, f*****g say it, I dare you"

I growled as I glared at her.

I knew Shelby was talking about my sister and even though my baby sister can be a right royal pain in the ass most of the time, nobody and I mean nobody has got the right to insult or even trash talk her, especially not this colossal waste of a sperm and an egg.

"Oh come on Frankie, you know Isabella's always hated me and has never wanted us to be together"

"And for good reason too, Shelby you were walking around California like you were the next queen of the supernatural realm and all because we had s*x"

"No, I wasn't, I never said or did anything that bit...I mean what Izzy accused me of"

She growled but quickly changed her tone as well as her words when I once again glared at her.

This b***h is skating on thin f*****g ice with me.

"So, Izzy and everyone else who was a witness that day are lying then and you didn't tell my pack members that they had to bow down to you whenever they saw you and you also didn't tell Isabella that she had to respect you because you were now her superior as a member of the alpha and royal family via me, hmm?"

"Well...yeah I did but that's only because we're mates Frankie and that makes everything I said right"

Shelby says while stomping her foot and crossing her arms over her chest like a little brat.

"We're mates?"

"Yes, we are"

She says in a stroppy manner and I nod my head slightly.

"Ok, prove it"

"What?"

Shelby asks sounding shocked and slightly panicked.

I narrowed my eyes from my actual mate to the hot mess in front of me and I mentally facepalm and shook my head when I saw what she was wearing.

"This girl does know the difference between school clothes and club clothes, right?"

Lucious asks whilst hiding his eyes with his paws.

"Clearly not, Luc"

"What do you mean prove it, Frankie?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Shelby, prove to me that you're my mate"

"How do you expect me to do that? I can't prove something that is invisible"

Shelby says annoyed.

"Actually you can because if we were mates then I would've found out years ago because as you and everyone else around here knows, me and my siblings have the ability to shift at an early age and find our mates earlier than normal wolves, so explain to me why I haven't acknowledged you as my mate if you are?"

I ask Shelby stumping her.

"We've known each other for years so it wouldn't have taken long for me to realise you were my mate after I had shifted"

"Maybe there was a delay...your mom and dad didn't find out they were mates until your mom turned eighteen"

That's true.

But it still doesn't change the facts.

"It doesn't matter Shelby because both my wolf and I would still be able to sense you if you were our mate, so explain to me why your scent isn't intoxicating and driving me wild right now if you're my mate? explain why I didn't mark you and complete the mating process and make you officially mine on my sixteenth birthday? explain to me why I don't feel any sparks or tingles when you touch me?"

I ask her and she didn't respond or more like she couldn't respond to me because there's only one answer to this question and it's an answer she clearly doesn't want to accept.

"Get this b***h away from us now, Frankie, our mate's not happy"

Huh.

I look over at my mate and I tried not to smirk when I saw her looking at myself and Shelby with an angry and jealous expression on her face, I also noticed disgust as well but I'm gonna ignore that.

"Mate's jealous"

Lucious bounced around in my head like a little puppy.

"Mate hates us, remember? why would she be jealous?"

"She doesn't hate us, she hates you"

Whatever.

"Frankie"

Shelby growled as she stomped her foot.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Get lost, Shelby, I'm sure there's a line of seniors waiting outside of the janitors closet for you to blow or f**k them in there"

I get up and walk over to my siblings, ignoring Shelby who was throwing a tantrum behind me.

"Hey guys"

"Wow, that's new, Frankie didn't do a disappearing act with his head w***e"

Izzy said with a sneer on her face and I sighed in annoyance.

"Give it a f*****g rest will you, Iz"

"Nope, I love torturing you, dear brother"

Bitch.

The school's bell rings letting us all know first classes are about to start.

I wanted to talk with Rebecca before class about what she meant earlier but before I could, she had already left and was running towards the school's entrance.

Luckily for me, we share our first two classes together and do you know what the best part about it is? her guard dog Isabella isn't there to get in my way.

I head inside of the school ignoring all of the usual lustful stares and numerous comments made by the giggling girls as I pass them by.

I arrive at my locker and quickly get what I needed before heading towards my first class of the day which also happens to be my favourite and that's English Literature.

All of my siblings love to learn, some more than others and I'm definitely one who loves to learn and dive into a good book or do a deep dive into some of the world's most amazing history.

I know it's considered by some as an oxymoron that the good-looking, popular, bad boy who loves to drink and party would be interested in stuff like this but it's not if you really think about it.

Just because I like to have fun and a good time, it doesn't mean I can't be interested in learning and broadening my mind.

I arrive at my class and smile when I see Rebecca sitting at our desk with her head buried in a book.

Could she be any more perfect for me?.

I walk over to where she is and I once again smiled when I saw what she was reading.

"I didn't know you were a Pride and Prejudice girl, Becks"

I say causing Rebecca to be startled.

"Jesus Frankie, you scared me"

"Sorry, angel"

I take my seat next to Rebecca yet I didn't miss the look of annoyance and disdain on my mate's face as I did.

"Yes, I am a Pride and Prejudice fan, it's one of my favourite books"

"Not surprising, I always knew you'd be a sucker for love stories, Becks"

I said with a smirk.

"Unlike you who is most likely a fan of tragedies like Macbeth"

She's not wrong.

"Actually, I enjoy a good love story"

"Oh really?"

She asks amused and I nod my head while smiling.

"Name a love story you enjoy"

"That's easy, Romeo and Juliet"

I tell her and her face contorts to confusion.

"Romeo and Juliet isn't a love story, it's a tragedy"

"Depends on how you look at it"

I say with a shrug as I look away.

It's true though, the only tragic part about that story is the two lovers killing each other because of their family's rivalry, other than that, it's a love story, at least in my opinion it is.

I look back at my mate who was once again intently reading her book with great interest.

I didn't want to disturb her but I had a question which was niggling away at me and I desperately wanted an answer to it.

"Becks"

I say Rebecca's name causing her to sigh in frustration as she rolls her eyes.

"What, Frankie?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What is it?"

She asks in a bored tone.

"Why don't you like me?"

I ask gaining her attention.

Rebecca looks at me with an expression filled with mixed emotions most notably shock and confusion.

"What?"

"You heard me, angel, why don't you like me? what have I done for you to detest me so much?"

A sharp pain hit my heart because I knew she didn't like me and even if she denied it, I'd still believe it and this thought alone hurts and it breaks my heart.

"I don't dislike you, Frankie, I just hate everything that you stand for and everything that you are"

"And what's that exactly?"

I ask her with a slight growl in my voice and she sighs.

"You walk around this place like you're some type of god who we all have to bow down to and worship because you're an alpha's son and a member of the royal supernatural family, you think because you're rich that you deserve automatic respect instead of earning it, not to mention you treat people like s**t, especially women and that's probably the worst part about you"

Rebecca says looking me dead in my eyes.

"You're a manwhore, Frankie, you're a playboy who loves to drink and party, you've also slept with half of the girls in this pack which may be a huge accomplishment in your eyes but it's not in mine...and what about your mate? have you ever wondered how your mate will feel when she finds you and she realises that you've had more s****l partners than a Hollywood actor?"

I don't have to wonder, babe because you've just told me how you feel and I don't know how to digest and accept it.

More importantly, I don't know what I should do now to change your perception of me.

Fuck, I'm so screwed.