Rejected, broken and forgotten

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. 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.  "You are heartless! How can you reject our mate without trying to fight for him?" Flame cries in my head. "Seriously, Flame! You are such a drama queen. Stop being a little b***h and get over it!" I say. We run into the schoolyard just as the bell is ringing. I have my graduation outfit, thanks to old lady Violet. She gave me her daughter's outfit, which graduated about ten years ago. As usual, my parents forgot to buy me one, and I did not ask because I knew they did not care and did not want to remind them that I was graduating. I did not want them there. "Well, you are useless! You run away from our mate, your parents and Ben. You owe it to your father to tell him the truth," Flame says. "Listen, if he is too stupid to figure it out himself, it is not my problem," I say. My father is all muscle and no brains. I am graduating with honours today, but I don't even care about that. I asked for a scholarship to Stanford, and I got it. My parents do not know, and they do not know that I am planning to leave today. Why would they? They stopped caring about me a long time ago. At first, I was sad, but then I started enjoying what I wanted to do and not having to worry about Mommy and Daddy. At first, I was trained to be the Beta of the Ravenstone pack, as I was the only child of the Beta, Carl Sawyer and his mate, Maren Sawyer. But then they had Ben. Well, that is what my father believes. I know better. You see, Ben is my half-brother and son of the Alpha Henry Brown. Our poor Luna is sickly, and no one has seen her for years. Only the pack doctor, Elias Moore, an elderly wolf, it is his wife that made sure I had an outfit for today's graduation, old lady, Violet, as I call her lovely and me. They are the only two wolves in the pack that still care whether I am dead or alive. I am Doctor Moore's assistant, as my role as a future Beta was stolen from me by Ben. So, since I had no future as the pack's Beta anymore, the only position I could fill was to become the pack doctor's assistant. My training had stopped, but I still secretly trained when my father was training Ben. Ben does not even look like my father or mother. He looks like Mark, our future Alpha and the only son of the Alpha and Luna of the Ravenstone pack. Luna Helen Brown is always in pain, so I guess when her husband cheated on her, she did not feel the pain as a normal mate would feel. Luna Helen is in constant pain as her body is slowly being poisoned and I discovered my mother's betrayal when I looked at her medical file in the pack's hospital where I work. I know my father was hurt after they were attacked by a pack of rogues when he and the rest of the guards were on border patrol. I looked at my father's medical file. I wanted to know why he did not feel the pain of the betrayal of his mate. I saw he was injured the night my mother spent with the Alpha. I am good at maths, and I can do simple sums. I know Ben's date of birth. Since werewolves heal fast, my father did not suspect anything when my mother fell pregnant. As I said, my father has more muscles than brains. I bet he did not even feel the pain when his mate betrayed him. "Paris Sawyer, even on your last day of school, you must let everyone wait!" The principal shouts at me, bringing me back to reality. Everyone is laughing at me, but I am used to it by now. You see, the clothes I wear come from wealthy families. My parents are rich but have no time or money to spend on me, as Ben gets everything he wants. So I often hear that someone threw out the shirt or jeans I wore, and I get laughed at a lot. I used to have friends when I was the only child of the Beta, and my father and the Alpha always talked about how they wished that Mark and I would one day be mates, as my father and Alpha Henry were friends from a young age. They all abandoned me when I never got new toys or lunches to share at school. I got used to it and always got in fights until I learned not to let words hurt me. No words or actions of others can hurt me anymore. I am broken inside and forgotten by the ones that should love me the most. "Sorry," I say as I stand in the row to get my senior certificate. The others laugh again as I take out my old rope and hat and put it on. I do not care. They can laugh at me all they want. I am happy that I will be leaving soon. I feel Mark's eyes on me, and I look him straight in the eyes. What is his problem? Why does he look so sad? I smile my sarcastic little smile and look away. Mark looks angry. "I rejected my so-called mate today. Can you believe the Moon Goddess thought it was a good idea to make Paris Sawyer my mate?" Mark says. Again, everyone laughs at my expense. I keep quiet as I know they will make more fun of me if I say something. I don't care. I will be gone from here in a matter of hours. I will break my bond with the pack and never return. I had it with everyone in the pack, and how they made fun of me. Doctor Elias and his wife, aunt Violet, are here, I see. At least they remembered me. I smile at them, and old doc and his wife wave at me. I can see how proud they are of me. If I were in a human school without favouritism, I would have been Valedictorian, although I am the highest-performing student in the graduating class. I do not care about titles, and I know the school will never give me the title anyway. Everyone hates me as I beat Mark at everything. Luckily, they can not mess with my grades. We are still part of the US school system. "Is it true? Were you his mate?" Emilia asks me. She never talks to me. She is the head cheerleader of the school, and everyone thinks of her as the future Luna. "No, you know how they like to make fun of me," I say, as I do not feel like fighting today. Emelia and her gang will tackle me after school sometimes. Not that they can, as I beat them every time, although they are more than me. I am a great fighter, and no one can beat me when we train during the gym period. Not even Mark can beat me. I am a great fighter, and I don't give a s**t about my image, unlike the future Alpha, who hates losing to me. Yes, females and males fight against each other in wolf packs. We believe that the strongest always rules. It does not count in my case, as I am a nobody and was kicked out of gym class after I beat his ass a couple of times. "Oh, I want to warn you to stay away from Mark. He is my mate, and I will never give him up," Emelia says. I smile as I know she can not be his mate as he already had me as one. I wonder who her mate will be. Not that I care, but I hope it is someone that will not take her s**t. Mark is a coward in my eyes. We used to be best friends until I became nobody. He left me alone and never talked to me again, only when he could make fun of me. I learned long ago to have a "who cares" attitude, and I only watch out for myself. I do not care about my half-brother, who is the half-brother of Mark as well. Mark is as stupid as my father if he does not see what is right in front of his eyes. School is over, and I do not throw my hat in the air as I want to return the outfit to aunt Violet. I also did not stay for photos. Everyone will be glad when I leave and will not want any memories of me. "Your never-minded attitude will cost you one day," Flame says. I can feel she is still hurting. "Oh, please, get over Mark. He is not worthy of us. He chose not to have me in his life a long time ago," I say. I let my guard down of my childhood memories. I never showed them to Flame as I kept my guard up for so long. I did not want her to see my hurt and how lonely and pathetic I was. "I am sorry. I judged you before I knew about your past. Why didn't you show me before?" Flame asks. "I was afraid you would leave me as well. Who wants to be with a broken loser like me?" I laugh at myself. "You may be broken and forgotten, but one thing I am sure of is that you are not a loser. Mark is not worthy of being our mate, and your parents are not worthy of you. We will find someone that suits us better," Flame says. I can feel she is not sad anymore. Flame is furious.