Once Rejected Now Fated

Chapter3

Elena’s POV

“Wake the f**k up, bitch.” A stranger yells at me and before my eyes can flutter open, a cold liquid drops on my body, completely soaking me.

“What the hell?” I scream, jumping off the paper bed where I slept on last night.

“This is my spot, b***h. Everyone here knows that. Look for somewhere else to sleep.” The stranger slurs, his breathe reeking of alcohol. It is then I realize how poorly dressed he was. He was a f*****g homeless man.

We both were, actually.

I slept at an abandoned building last night since I had no where to stay after leaving the pack house. It was creepy and dirty but since there were a lot of other homeless people sleeping there, I felt somewhat safe. It wasn’t like I had anything expensive on me that could be stolen.

“Did you have to drench me, sir.” I groan, my eyes stinging with tears. I really didn’t have any place to shower and he had to add to it by drenching me with dirty water. I would raise my voice at him but he looked old enough to be my grandpa.

“You weren’t waking up, kiddo. I had no choice.” He says, feeling a little guilt as he watched me fight off the tears. I smelt like s**t and I probably looked like one. How was I to find a job this way?

“I’ll get you a place to clean up, Okay?” He said after a few minutes, having pity on me and I nod sadly, muttering a small ‘ thank you ’ to him.

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing here, by the way?” He asked, leading me to what was supposed to be a bathroom but in reality it was just an enclosed space with a bucket of water. Thankfully, I carried a few toiletries with me so I guess I could manage.

“It’s a long story. Thank you, sir.” I thank him and he nods, telling me he’ll keep watch which I was really thankful for. I really didn’t want anyone seeing me take a bath.

An hour later, I was done with my crappy bath and was all dressed up. I need to find a job and a place to stay. After pleading with the old man to help keep my luggage safe while I went out on a job hunt, I say a little prayer to the moon goddess, asking her to favor me and I leave the abandoned building which served as a shelter for me last night.

I arrive at my first location which was a seven star restaurant. My hands were growing sweaty by the second as I stared at the massive building. Hell, I don’t even deserve to work in a place like this. The doors were made of glass and from the exterior, you could tell that it was owned by a rich person. It was a pretty popular restaurant too which meant it was always packed with customers, but only the rich could afford their dishes.

I take a deep breath and step into the restaurant, pushing the glass doors and immediately the smell of Chicken fried rice hits my nose, reminding me that the last time I had a meal was yesterday.

I was f*****g hungry.

I didn’t have the time to think about food. At least, not until I get a job.

“Hello, ma’am. What can we get you?” A lady dressed in a pretty work uniform walks up to me with a welcoming smile. I look down at her name tag that read ‘ Aliya’

“Uhh..hello, Tricia. I’m actually looking for a job. Are you guys hiring?” I bite my lips and cross my fingers, hoping that she’d give me a positive response.

“Oh. I’m not in charge of that. You can speak to our manager.” She says sweetly and I nod. Her professionalism was honestly so beautiful. I know how rude some waitresses can be, especially to people who were hoping to be hired.

“Okay, Thank you.” I tell her and she offers me a place to seat. I didn’t quite appreciate that I had to seat and watch the customers eat while I was dying of starvation. I’d rather seat where I couldn’t see them.

“Would you like to get anything to eat while waiting. It’s still early and I doubt you’ve had had breakfast.” She chuckles, referring to the sounds that were coming out of my tummy.

Shit!

“Is it that obvious?” I ask with a sad smile and she nods. “I’ll speak with your manager first. My name is Elena, by the way. Elena Hanson.” I tell her and she gives another nod before leaving. I really didn’t want to bore her with my problems.

I sit there for a few minutes and there was still no sign of Aliya or the manager. I was getting really impatient and growing hungrier by the minute so I decide to leave when a stranger walks out of the side elevator and stops in front of me.

My jaw drops to the ground as I drink in his features. It should be a sin for anyone to look this handsome. His jet red hair was styled perfectly to the side and his gray eyes made him look sinfully beautiful. I was trying so hard to avoid looking at his biceps which were trying to rip his white buttoned shirt apart.

This man was a demi God.

“Elena Hanson.” He says and my eyes widen in shock. How the f**k did he know my name? Was he the manager? He was too hot to be a restaurant manager and from his looks, he was certainly in his mid twenties.

“Hello.” I stand to my feet and stretch out my hand for a handshake but be doesn’t take it, instead, he stares at me like he was staring at a piece of chocolate.

“I see you don’t have your wolf yet, seeing as you can’t recognize me.” He crosses his hand on his chest and I stiffen.

He knew I was a wolf. That only means one thing. He’s a wolf himself and a strong one at that.

Werewolves could sense other werewolves which explains what he just said. I was unable to sense him because I didn’t have my wolf yet. It wasn’t rocket science.

Could he also sense that I had just been rejected? God, I hope not.

“W-who are you?” I manage to say, face palming myself for stuttering in front of this Greek god.

“My name is Wesley. Wesley Leone Rossi.” He says with a corky smirk and my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

WHAT THE ACTUAL f**k!

Wesley Leone Rossi. Like, The Wesley Leone Rossi? The Alpha of the red Blood Pack?

The red Blood packwas the largest and wealthiest pack in the continent with more than a thousand wolves at his command. He was basically the king of the werewolves and even though I had been hearing all about him, I have never seen him in person. From what I heard, he was no different from the devil. His reputation was scary. I heard that he used women as a tool for pleasure and discarded them when he was tired. The only thing I found good about him was much how he loved and protected his pack. No one dared lay a finger on them if they wanted to live. They all feared Alpha Wesley that much.

He certainly wasn’t a manager in this restaurant, so what was he doing here?

He gives a signal to Aliya who came out a few minutes ago and she rushes to his side before bowing in respect.

No way! Aliyawas a werewolf too? That explains why she was so nice to me. She could sense that I was a werewolf.

“She’ll be leaving with me. Finish up here and go to the pack house. She’ll need you. Also, pack some food for her. She looks hungry.” He orders and Aliya nods in obedience, running off to get her things ready.

“Wait, what? I’m not leaving with you.” I say with wide eyes. Who the f**k does he think he is to be ordering me around! He just met me for goodness sake!

“Yes. You are. It’s not like you have anywhere to go.” He mutters with a sad look on his face and I stagger backwards.

How the f**k did he know all these?

“You can’t control my life. I don’t even know you. You could be a kidnapper or killer for all I know! What makes you think I’ll come with you just because you’re telling me to? Who the f**k do you think you are?” I yell at him, creating a scene and some heads turn to us, wondering what was going on.

He takes a few steps closer to me until his beautiful face is only a few inches away from me.

“You don’t have a choice but to obey me, Elena. I’m your f*****g mate.” He smirks and I stiffen, my mind going totally blank.

What the f**k is actually going on?