Rejected, broken and forgottenUpdated at Mar 27, 2023, 07:12
Paris' POV
I lost everything at age five- my parents, my position in the pack, and my desire for love and happiness. It is safe to say I haven't belonged anywhere since my brother was born. He took my place in my parents' hearts and left me not even the crumbs of their love. But who gives a s**t? I am turning eighteen today and can leave the werewolf pack for good. The Ravenstone Pack was my home for the last eighteen years. They do not love me, and most think I am weird. It does not bother me. All I am good for at home is the chores I have to do and cleaning up after my thirteen-year-old brother, Benjamin, or Ben for short.
"So, you are turning eighteen. I hope you leave home and stop embarrassing me. My friends say you are weird," Ben says.
"What? No happy birthday?" I say sarcastically.
"Whatever! You are a loser. Look at you! You always wear black and have that ring in your nose! You never show your face, and no one cares about you! You wear too many clothes! The other girls always wear dresses and stuff, but you wear jeans and hoodies," Ben says.
"I don't care what you or your friends think of me. Piss off. I am busy," I say. I am packing. I want to leave as soon as school is out today. It is our last day of school as well. So yippie for me! I am celebrating my birthday and graduation on the same day, and my parents and brother don't give a s**t. I bet my parents even forgot my birthday.
"Paris! You and Ben are going to be late for school! Hurry up!" My mother shouts. I hate her. I know her secret, which would tear my family apart if my father knew.
"I am coming. Go out, brat, and get something to eat," I tell Ben. He sticks his tongue out at me as he walks out. I am late as always, but I do not care. I run to school. My parents left without me, as they do many mornings, and took the brat with them. As I turn the corner and run into Mark. The son of the Alpha.
"Mate!" My wolf shouts. I see Mark looking at me and frowning.
"Don't worry about it. Reject me so I can accept and be on my way. I am late," I say.
"I, Mark Brown, reject you, Paris Sawyer, as my mate and future Luna," Mark says.
"I accept your rejection, Mark Brown," I say as I start running again. My wolf is crying inside me. I got her at sixteen, and her name is Flame.
"Oh, shut up, Flame. You knew whoever our mate was would reject us," I say. I do not have time for her drama now. I have to get to school, get my diploma and get the hell out of here.