The Cruel Alpha King's Possession

Chapter Two

Petra

He had dismissed me that day like my blood wasn't just on his D.ick!

It's exactly one year today I lost my virginity to a monster. All the hurtful words he said to me is still registered somewhere in my head with a fountain pen. No matter how many times I try to wipe them off and move on, it won't go off.

Every time I remember his words it feel like a dozen nails is being driven into my heart. I was wrong to think Someone like me could ever hold someone like Alpha Trystan.

I don't sleep anymore. I couldn't sleep. I stare at my ceiling every night through tears, wondering why he hates me with a passion.

I was his little shameful secret, and he has vowed to let it stay that way while he makes plan to marry his betrothed as soon as he turns twenty.

My alarm clock chimes loudly, reminding me that it is time to face my demon again at school after the long summer break.

Groaning, I reach and turn it off. I lean back in my pillow and bury myself under the duvet.

“Petra!” my Mum shout up at me. “You’re running late for school!”

"I hate school! ... and I fvcking hate my life!" I shout down at her.

"Don't make me come up there, young lady. Be down in five."

I let out a small scream into my pillow before rolling out of bed. I sluggishly walk into the bathroom for a quick bath.

Once I'm done having my bath, I throw on my usual outfit, a green turtle-neck long-sleeved top on a blue jeans. Checking myself in the mirror... same as always

Maybe I am an adult now but, I sure don’t look any different. Same nerd every D.ick and Harry in Dark Moon Pack want to take a swing at.

Taking a long deep breath, I grab the blue backpack I’ve had since I was eleven from the rack and shrug it up my shoulder. Although the leather is starting to peel, it’s difficult to let go. It was the last gift I received from my Dad before his Heroic demise. He died protecting the Alpha King from an assassination attempt suspected to be from one of the many Enemies of our pack.

I head downstairs full of feeling that my whole life is about to be different. Maybe, I get to finally find a second chance mate, one who isn't as arogant as Trystan.

I climb down the steps to find my Mum cooking over the stove. An apron knotted around her waist as she warm some butter in a pan.

“ Oh! There’s my birthday girl. Happy nineteenth birthday Princess.” She holds my both cheeks, squeezing tenderly before leaning in to kiss the top of my head. Somethings just never gets old with my Mum, like morning kisses and treating my kid sister and I like we're babies.

“ Thanks Mum”. Picking a red apple from a mini basket on the counter, I settle down into a chair. “ What are you making for breakfast.” I ask, biting down on the apple.

“Pancakes. Your favorite.” I watch as she concentrates, delicately drizzling toppings and then flipping each pancake. “ I will make cupcakes for your birthday, you should invite your friends.”

“ I don’t have friends, Mum.”

“What do you mean you don’t have friends? What about Princess Anna?”

“ Today is Trystan's eighteenth birthday too and as always, they’re throwing a party”.

“ Oh my… you should go, Petra. I will find you a dress”

I roll my eyes inwardly and shake my head at her resolve, like I have anything appropriate in my wardrobe for High school parties. I still haven’t gotten over the humiliation I faced at Ellie’s sixteenth birthday party that Anna talked me into going with her. I was the butt of joke for being a party pooper.

She pushes a plate of pancakes and omelette forward, “ hurry up so you don’t miss the bus, your sister left already. she said something about practicing for cheerleading... audition?”. She unties the apron and walk back to hang it on the peg beside the shelves. “ you haven’t said anything about the party, Petra.”

“ I don’t want to go, Mum.” My voice is firm and impenetrable, but trust my Mum to always be pushy.

She shoots bazooka at me, “ why? I want you to make more friends. Go out and meet the others. Learn from your sister" She hands me a glass of milk and walks off murmuring words I cannot make out, but I am certain she's complaining to herself about my nonchalant behavior towards making friends, she always do.

Comparing me with my Kid sister, Cassie? That's an everyday thing. I've gotten use to it.

I frown my irritation and hold the food in my mouth for a brief moment before sipping from the glass of milk...

"Dear mother of the moon, if it isn't too much to ask... Could you please send me a second chance mate already? One who is loving and humble." I empty the remaining milk in the cup into my mouth and slam the cup hard on the counter as if it's the cause of my problems.

"He mustn't be rich you know and he should be able to worship the ground I walk on. I deserve to be pampered, don't you think so dear mother?"

Laughing casually, I am interrupted by a streak of lightning, then thunder crackles through the sky causing me to jump. Should that even happen by this time of the year? Well it can rain in all four seasons. I shrug it off dismissively and plop back on the stool.

My Mum always worry about not seeing friends around me, except for Anna my best friend of course. She is the Alpha's daughter and Trystan's kid sister.

Not having too many friends in our pack is not a personality trait and sometimes I have to absorb that I am not shackled to what my Mum sees.

She wants me to blend in, to get along with others, to party, and to always be in happy places but, i am ashamed to tell her that I get bullied in such gatherings.

I understand her worries comes from a place of concern, the more antisocial I am the harder it'll be for me to find my mate. What I haven't told them is that I already found my mate and that, he doesn't want me.

Talking about mate, I really need to find one as soon as possible before my kid sister Cassie does, else I won't stop hearing my Mum nag all day about it. Cassie will soon turn sixteen, and she is already looking forward to her awakening ceremony.

She is the baddy of the pack. She has tons of cool friends and she has been in more parties than me. In a quick summary, she is the opposite of me.

I shove the last piece of meal into my mouth, and breeze out to the bus station.

Soon, I’m on my way to school, the only senior on a sky-blue rickety bus full of noisy freshmen and sophomores. I look at my Samsung phone that is a decade out of date, tells me that I’ve got twenty minutes to be in my first class.

The bus stops at a red-light, I hear a deep rumble as a flamed red motorcycle pulls up in the lane. Trystan! My heart skip a beat as I see him behind the wheels looking like a Greek god in a black leather Jacket on a black jeans.

His betrothed and childhood friend, Ellie is sitting pretty behind him. Her hands circled around his waist, chin resting on the nape of his neck and her bra-length blond hair moving in tousle waves.

Trystan and Ellie is in a classic High School relationship. The quarterback and the school Star athlete and his cheer captain girlfriend. One time Moon High junior prom King and Queen.

Trystan is not only your regular crown prince, he is also your typical all-American teen. Popular and full of confidence, he is every high school girl’s dream, and Ellie have him wrapped around her little fingers.

Judging by the calm, assured way they're both relaxing on the motorcycle, with Ellie's body pressed against his, what was a rare, thrilling experience for me must be an everyday thing for them.

As if he can feel me staring, he meets my gaze just for a moment. My breath catches at the intensity of his gaze. His lips curl up in an arrogant smirk, one that says he’s a predator and me... his prey.

The traffic light turns green, and he guns off.

Get a hold of yourself, Petra. Somethings are better left as dreams and some dreams never come true. I whooshes as the bus comes to a stop outside the prestigious Stormhalt High. I shuffle my way off the bus.

Students hugging, shaking hands, conversing and laughing with each other but I seem invisible as none notices me, and suddenly I’ve never felt so alone. I’m being stupid but , I just thought that if I turn nineteen, I’d be someone worth noticing. I was so wrong. Somethings just never change.