Who is Naomi Ray?
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Who is Naomi Rae?
Naomi’s POV
Four years ago
I sat at the back of the classroom and stared at his beautiful jet black hair. The beauty mark on the back of his neck. I wanted to touch it. There was nothing more in this world that I wanted than to be close to the Geek Nathaniel.
Everything about him screamed; geeky little runt, from the clothes he wore to the way that he geeked out about math. Everything about him pissed me off and yet I spend most of my days thinking about him and most of my nights f*****g him in my dreams.
I was Naomi Rae for goddess sake. In high school, I reigned supreme, a queen among my peers. At 6'2" I had beautiful long legs that seemed to stretch for miles. I commanded attention with every step. My long, striking bleached blonde hair cascaded down to my waist, complementing my captivating green eyes. Beautiful and popular, I exuded an air of confidence, a she-wolf in her prime.
“So, what the hell was wrong with me?”
I closed my eyes and all I saw was that runt, invading my mind. I hated it. Yet I wanted more. It was torture. If I couldn’t get any peace, then why should he?
I stalked him most days, like my mother said “Know your enemies.” My mother was popular and beautiful back in her days too. I learnt everything I know from her. How to be a mean girl 101 was taught on loop at my house before my mother left us.
My mother left her mate and kid. For my father's beta, before they destroyed the pack, they ran him out and took over it. My father didn’t fight back because he had me at the time and he was weakened by the betrayal, so he took me and went to his best friend's pack under secrecy before drinking himself into a coma and needing surgery.
And most of all, I was afraid that I was just like her.
I reveled in the power I held over others, especially the boys who fought for my attention.
High school life was a game, and I played it well.
Boys fawned over me, but there was one who stood out— a runt and orphan that I could seem to get him to fall over me like the others and that pissed me off.
“You don’t think I’m pretty...runt?” I questioned as I pinned him to the bleaches one day after school.
“Let me go Naomi.”
This runt had balls.
Despite being a runt and a geek, he caught my eye. Dark blonde hair framed his face, loose curls adding an unexpected charm. His fair olive skin and hazel green eyes intrigued me, even though I'd never admit it.
It pissed me off even more when he refused to fall into line.
“Tell me I’m beautiful and I’ll let you go.” I said, closing the gap between us.
No matter how I tried to assert my dominance, he remained unfazed.
“I will not,” he said defiantly.
I moved closer, and when I was close enough to his lips, I softly joined my lips with his.
“Was that your first kiss?” I asked him as he fought hard to distance himself from me.
He was still pinned between the bleaches and, well, me.
“I've had better,” he said, spitting on the ground and wiping his lips.
“Really who?” I asked curiously as I brought my hand up to his face and slapped him as hard as I could, busting his lip.
“Knee to your queen.” I say, kneeing him in the stomach and laughing as it brings him to his knees.
All he had to do was say I was pretty.
“Lick my shoe runt,” I take it one step, farther, I don’t know what I am thinking, but all I can feel is rage and pain from his rejection.
“I’ll teach you to never disrespect your queen.” I kicked him in the stomach one more time and turned to walk away, leaving him there to think about what he did.
Present Day.
"Naomi, I love you, I was wrong. I want to take back my rejection and I want you, baby, to be my mate and wife. Marry me!" he said as he came closer to me.
"You mean it, baby, you forgive me and accept my apology.
"Of course baby; I can't lie to myself anymore Noami, I want you..I have always wanted you from the first time I saw you in high school...I knew we were mates."
He cups my face with one hand and caresses my cheeks with the other hand.
I've dreamed about marking you baby, I want the world to know you're mine. He said, pulling me in and kissing the nape of my neck as I grasped at the contact. I will never let you go now.
I woke up to a knock on my door.
"Noooo..." I grunted, sitting up and looking at my clock on my nightstand.
"Who can that be at this time of night interrupting my dream?
I put on my rope sleepily and walk to the door at the same time as my phone rings.
"Hello doctor, is everything all right?"
bang bang
"One second doctor.." I said, lowering the phone from my ears.
bang bang bang
I walked to the door and opened it."
"Matt?"
"What do you want? I said "we're over."
He pushed his way into my little apartment.
"Is that alcohol?" I asked as it invaded my nose.
"I 've decided that I'm not letting you go, you little b***h" he said, closing the distance between us and planting a rough kiss on me. I immediately bit down on his lips, as a metallic taste entered my mouth. I braced myself as he punched me in the face.
This is the first time he has hit me. Since high school.
I hit the floor as the force of the blow knocked me to the ground, knocking the phone inches away from me. He towers over me.
"You're not so tough now?" he spat at me.
I reached for the phone.
"Hello Ms. Rae...Ms. Rae...Your father, he's awake." is all I can hear from the other side of the phone before passing out.
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