His Rejected Moon Blessed Mate

Chapter 2

Elizabeth’s POV

So here we stood... I just walked into Grey Wolf High, a 90/10 ratio of werewolves to other supernatural beings.

I was standing at my locker, getting my books for the first period.

I couldn’t believe Kona talked me into this. I am now doing this for the seventh day in a row.

I knew exactly what would happen and when.

The only downside was that if I changed anything, things would happen a little bit differently.

So, I had to be very careful not to change anything or interrupt a small thing.

The only thing that I needed to make sure of was to go to class and make sure I didn’t pass him or that he got a whiff of me.

Oh, and I needed to skip fifth-period English in some way.

I was lucky to not have most of our classes together, which made it fairly easy to avoid him, or so I hope.

He would usually be in the northern buildings on the senior side. It was only English that we had together, but as fate would have it, I had an assignment to hand in today—just my luck.

Kona and Kevin came up with the plan to ask Amy to hand in my work, which would allow me to cut class and avoid him.

Amy was one of only two close friends I had at this miserable school. As shy as she was (if that is what you could call it), she didn’t talk much; she was more of an observer. No one messes with her, not even Alexander and his faithful mutts.

Amy’s aura was that of a fierce warrior, and with Beta blood in her veins, she didn’t take any sh*t.

She stood at 5'5, which is small for a werewolf female; her pale complexion was porcelain white, and her hair was an auburn color. She had those piercing blue eyes that could make you wet yourself when she got angry. Her beauty was intimidating, that was for sure. She was popular, but she was loyal to me despite that.

Anyhow, I had seen how she could hypnotize with those piercing blue eyes of hers and have the mutts do her bidding. No, she was not evil and didn’t abuse her beauty, but it did help sometimes when I got myself into some predicament. I was a magnet for trouble, remember, and it did sometimes come in handy.

“Happy birthday, Lizzy!” Both Amy and Jeremy made me jump.

“Shhhhh!! No need to tell the whole world!” I whispered and screamed at both of them.

“Come on Liz, it’s your seventeenth birthday, it means…”

“Yeah-yeah, I know; you don’t need to remind me of it.” I cut them off.

“But…” Jeremy tried again.

“But nothing, I don’t want one…” I pulled out the book that I needed for the first period and shoved it in my old bag, closing my locker harder than I should. It wasn’t as if Grandmother didn’t leave us anything. We were well provided for. The only thing was that Alpha Jackson was in charge of my finances, and I didn’t have any say in any of it until I had come of age (or so I hoped).

So, he made sure I had all the necessities that I needed—just the bare necessities. I was not lucky enough to do my hair or nails or have unnecessary clothing, but I had the basics, and when I really needed to have anything, I had to put in a request.

In the beginning, it was much easier because Xavier would “approve” or talk to the Alpha. Now I have to do it myself, and it usually doesn’t go as planned.

“Are we at least celebrating it?” Jeremy tried to disarm the sudden mood I was in. I was hoping that he would ask.

“I was thinking. Well, I had two requests as it is my birthday.” I said, hoping they would fall for it.

“And what would that be?” This time, it was Amy who asked.

“One… Amy, would you mind handing in my English paper for me, please?”

Her full attention was on me. She c****d her head to the side to get a better look at me and frowned. It felt like she was searching for something she hadn’t seen before.

I secretly hoped that she wouldn’t ask why and that she would just go with the request.

She gave me a quick nod of the head for "yes" and waited patiently for my second request.

“Thank you," I said, letting out an unnoticeable breath.

"The second thing is, well, Alpha Jackson gave me the day off,” which never happens except on odd occasions. He usually makes sure I am busy with anything and everything to keep me out of trouble, but because we shift on our seventeenth birthday, he didn’t have any choice. He had made sure that I ate every day for the last week. And believe me, he had his eyes on me every time to make sure that I had eaten enough. “So I was wondering if you guys would like to go to the carnival tonight?”

They were unquestionably shocked at my request.

“Lizzy, are you having a fever?” Amy’s voice was full of worry, and she had put her hand on my head to check my temperature. I shook her hand off playfully.

“Nope”, I said, giving her a small smile.

“But you never want to go.” Jeremy chirped, confused.

It was true that I was not particularly fond of carnivals. I was not sure why, though, but what else was there to do? The autumn carnival had come two days prior, and tonight would be the last day of it. Usually, it will have this magical ending with fireworks, and it will, hopefully, be a great end to those miserable 7 days. Also, it was a full moon tonight, so the scenery would be even more magical.

“Change is as good as a holiday,” I said, shaking their confusion off. “Alpha gave me some money to do something.”

I knew Alpha Jackson wouldn’t make a big deal out of my birthday. He never did, and for that I was thankful. It was better for him and the pack to have me out of the packhouse for the night before I had the chance to work on anyone’s nerves.

You see, usually, werewolves have a big ceremony for our first transition into wolves, which was a major thing for our kind. Your wolf gets introduced within the pack, and then you have your first run with the rest of the pack.

What was the purpose of forcing the pack to run with an outsider that didn’t belong to the pack?

I didn’t belong.

I was stronger, smarter, and faster than anyone here, and even if I was punished and starved, it didn’t change or break me.

In any case, when the Alpha asked me what my plans were for the night, I told him that I just needed a quiet day with my friends and would like to go out. Alpha and I knew that it was best that I didn’t spend the night inside the packhouse.

I never told him where I would go, but I suspected that he might have guessed. It was the original idea from the beginning to go to the carnival in the first place, but I never got that far as to go to the damn carnival. Bloody soon-to-be Alpha and his unstoppable rejection, so Alpha Jackson handed me some money to spend tonight.

“I am up to it,” Jeremy said, all excited.

“Me too,” Amy answered.

“Good. I am in a mood to have a great time tonight.”

Would we be present for your shift? Jeremy mused.

“We will see. Maybe I don’t even have a wolf,” I joked.

Kona refused to shift if her mate didn’t accept us, which means if it didn’t work out, I would not have a shifting wolf, which would make me useless as a wolf.

Why be a wolf if you don’t have one? Yes, it does happen that we are born without that special part. It’s with all magical creatures like that, but we all pray that we will get the full package, even if the wolf doesn’t have special abilities.

"Yeah, right, you probably already conspired with her to piss some people off tonight,” Jeremy said, winking at me.

I just laughed and shook my head.

Well, I don’t think he will be far off from what he just said. Most probably, I will...

The bell rang, and we set off for the first period.

Jeremy had hooked his arm into mine—an old gesture of our long friendship. We were very comfortable with each other.

At 6’2, he overtook my small 5’8 frame. His forest green eyes were soft with a bit of gold around the irises, and his shaggy blond hair fell in a hundred different directions. He was gorgeous, even with his “just got out of bed look”.

At one stage, I hoped that he was my mate and internally sighed, "Life would have been so much easier."

Did I mention to you that I have a brother?

Well, I do...

I sighed at the thought of Xavier, my heart pinching hurtfully just thinking of him.

Xavier was older than me, stood at 6’3, and was big and bulky. He had straight red hair, which would flame up when he got pissed, and those small, penetrating green eyes that missed nothing, but he was an old softy with a big heart when it came to me.

He was my hero until two years ago.

I sighed at the thought and suddenly became irritated. He just passed me and didn’t even glance at me—such an ass-wipe, he couldn’t even stop to say happy birthday to his little sister.

I shook the hurtful feelings off and continued down the hallway. I knew Xavier wouldn’t dare look at me. For some reason, he was not allowed to talk to me.

Jeremy and my brother were best friends. They were inseparable until two years ago when Xavier shifted for the first time.

For some reason, he had decided that we were not good enough for him, and we were shoved to the side as if we were some pieces of sh*t. Now, my so-called brother has his head shoved deep into Alexander’s ass.

And it smells!

I can smell the mutts a mile away with their so-called egos and auras.

Jeremy, on the other hand, just made peace with it and went on with his business.

First, I deepened my friendship with Jeremy to piss Xavier off, and Xavier gave me decent f*nny fits, but in the end, the tantrums stopped and the friendship stuck.

On the other hand, I gave my brother a mouth full and a pesky taste… At first, I felt heartbroken, but then everything in me wanted to take revenge on him. I wanted to make his life a living hell.

And I did, at every turn... I gave him hell, which didn’t go as I planned to have him back in my life. For the first three months, I went out of my way to make his life miserable.

When Alpha Jackson found out because of the oh-so-mighty-future-alpha, Alexander had enough of my childish ways and complained about me, and I was sentenced to do double chores for f*cking 2 weeks, with only supper for 3 days. It was worth it, though.

The look on Xavier’s face was priceless. I had scr*wed around with his alarm clocks, which numerous times made him late for training. I had created chaos between the girls he was dating. Not to mention that I stole his underwear and had it flagged.

I even went as far as having itching powder on his clothes and dyeing all his underwear pink, and not just any pink, a shocking glow-in-the-dark pink.

That’s not to mention that I have my finger in the pie with his exams.

I had swapped Xavier's name with someone else's in the exams, which made him have to repeat some subjects—Wolf 101 and P.E. were great choices.

Who could have thought that anyone could fail wolf subjects?

I was a handful, and it cost me my brother, whom I had already lost to the bloody future alpha.

Now he was to be my mate as well.

What the f*ck!

Yes, I get angry at just the thought of him.

After the ordeal, I made my “peace” with Xavier, and he made his bed; we just called it quits and stayed away from one another.

He basically disowned me and never looked my way again.

Who, anyway, needs a brother who doesn’t even take an interest in his family—his only family?

Our relationship over the last two years was rigid; some days I missed him, others not so much.

I internally moan at the pinch in my heart. I do miss him, even if he is now part of the mutt gang.

Math was our first period, and we made sure that we sat as far back as possible in the class.

Mr. Silvergrey had a thing for wetting us in slobber when he talked and shuddered.

I once tried to be nice and gave him a handkerchief. He turned all the colors of the rainbow while the whole class burst out laughing. We promptly decided that it was best to sit in the far back. I seriously didn’t want to be covered in his slobber for the whole math period. It was sticky and disgusting.

Yes, I didn’t have the so-called discreet charm, and after the incident with Mr. Silvergrey, I was not liked much by the teachers. Not that that bothered me much.

Who cared anyway?

I love learning, but not the teachers that much.

Mr. Silvergrey could never pin anything on me to make me sit in detention, and my marks were great.

Just so that you know, I am oddly a straight A+ student. I have a photographic memory, and due to the lack of stimulation this school provides, I get bored. So I have applied for some online classes to keep me occupied.

How do I manage it?

Well, let’s just say I sleep a mere 3 to 4 hours a night. I have never been a good sleeper.

The first period went fast, and soon we were off to science. Amy had met us halfway in the hall, and she looked troubled.

“What’s wrong, Amy?” I curiously asked.

She never gets upset, and I had a feeling that something had already started to change since yesterday.

“Ms. Clearwater requested that the fifth and second periods be swapped,” she answered.

At first, I didn’t catch on, but then it hit me like someone poured a bucket of cold water over me.

No! No! No! No!

“You are joking. Please tell me you are not serious!” I panicked.

“I am serious," she said. "We have English right now and science later,” she answered, and a spark of amusement flashed between her eyes.

I turned around and sprinted back toward my locker, with Jeremy hot on my tail.

"Moon Goddess," I silently prayed, "please have my so-called mate in class already..."

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