His Rejected Moon Blessed Mate

Chapter 2 - Silent Prayer

Elizabeth’s POV

My heart raced upon entering Gray Wolf High, a school exclusively for supernatural creatures where werewolves outnumber other creatures. I still could not believe that I allowed Kona to talk me into this.

I kept my head down as I made my way to my locker to get my first-period books. I knew exactly what was going to happen and when.

The only downside was that if I changed anything, everything would happen in a slightly different way.

I thus had to proceed with great caution not to alter anything.

All I needed to do was make sure I arrived at class and avoid passing Alex or letting him get a whiff of my scent.

Not to mention that I had to ensure I missed English fifth period.

Luckily, Alex and I did not take most of our classes together, so I believe avoiding him was not too difficult. He was usually found in the northern buildings on the senior side. We had only taken English together, but as luck would have it, I had an assignment due today.

Kona and Kevin came up with a plan for me to ask Amy to turn in my work, so I could avoid Alex and skip class.

Amy was one of the two close friends I had at this terrible school.

Amy was five foot five inches tall, small for a werewolf female, with auburn hair and porcelain white skin. Her intense blue eyes had the power to make you want to cry when she got angry. There was no denying that her beauty was intimidating. She was liked by many, but her loyalty to me never wavered.

Amy was a born Beta, so she exuded a fierce warrior aura and took no crap; not even Alexander, with his loyal mutts, was brave enough to stand up to her. Despite her shyness, if you could call it that, she was more of an observer than a speaker.

I had seen how her piercing blue eyes could hypnotize people and make the mutts submit to her; she was not a bad person, and she did not exploit her beauty, but it did help her occasionally when I found myself in a difficult situation—I was a trouble magnet, after all.

"Happy birthday, Lizzy!" Amy and Jeremy startled me with their yells.

"Shh! Not everyone needs to know!" I shrieked.

"Liz, you are seventeen today—come on!" Jeremy yapped.

"Yeah, I know that; no need for reminders." I interrupted him.

"But…” Jeremy tried it once more.

"But nothing; I am not interested in having one." I took out the book I needed for the first period, opened my old bag, and closed my locker harder than I should have. It was not like our grandmother left us with nothing. We had everything we needed. The only thing was that Alpha Jackson handled everything financially, and I had no control over anything until I was an adult.

He therefore made sure that I had all that I needed—nothing more. I only had the necessities and had to ask for things when I truly needed them. I did not have the luxury of nice clothes or well-groomed hair or nails.

At first, it was much easier because Xavier would ask Alpha Jackson. Now that I am on my own, things do not always go as planned.

"At the very least, are we celebrating it?" Jeremy tried to defuse my unexpected outburst. I had hoped he would ask.

"I was thinking, as it is my birthday, I have two requests," I said, hoping they would fall for it.

"And what would that be?” Amy asked.

"For starters, could you please turn in my English paper?"

Amy twisted her head to the side to study me more closely, her expression darkening. She seemed to be searching for something she had never seen before.

Deep down, I hoped that she would just do as I asked and not ask any questions.

Amy gave a nod and waited for my second request.

"The other thing is that I got the night off," which was extremely uncommon. Usually, Alpha Jackson makes sure I am busy with anything to keep me out of trouble, but since we shift into our wolves on our seventeenth birthday, he was left with no option but to give me the night off. "Would you two be interested in going to the carnival this evening?"

My request had taken them by surprise.

"Lizzy, do you have a fever?" Amy's voice was laced with worry; she had put her fingers against my forehead to check my temperature. Playfully, I brushed her hand aside.

"Nope," I said, giving her a small smile in return.

“But you never want to go.” Jeremy chirped in confusion.

It was true that I was not particularly fond of carnivals. I did not know why, but I did not know what else to do.

This evening marked the end of the autumn carnival. It usually ends magically with fireworks, so hopefully it will be a wonderful way to end those awful seven days. Besides, the scenery will be even more breathtaking due to the full moon.

“Change of scenery is as good as a holiday,” I said. "Alpha gave me some money, so I could do something."

I was certain that Alpha Jackson would not celebrate my birthday. He never did, and I was grateful for that. It was best for him and the pack that I passed the night outside the packhouse before I got under anyone's skin.

Werewolves usually celebrate our first transformation into wolves with a grand ceremony because it is an important moment in our lives. After your wolf is introduced to the other pack members, you go on your first run with them.

There was no use forcing the pack to run with an outsider like me.

I was not welcome.

I could outrun everyone here in terms of speed, strength, and intelligence, and even starvation and punishment would not have altered or destroyed me.

When Alpha inquired about my plans for the evening, I replied that all I wanted was a quiet night with my friends and that I would like to go out. Like Alpha, I knew it was not a good idea to spend the night inside the packhouse.

I never revealed my destination to him, but I had a sneaking suspicion he might have guessed. Even though it was my original plan from the beginning, I never got around to going to the damn carnival—damn you, soon-to-be Alpha, and his unstoppable rejections!

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

"Yes, me too," Amy replied.

“Good. I want to have a great time tonight."

"Is there any way we could attend your shift?" Jeremy asked.

"We shall see," I answered. "Perhaps I do not even have a wolf."

If Alex did not accept us, Kona would not shift. This means that if Kona's plan does not work out, I will not have a shifting wolf, which would make my role as a wolf meaningless.

Why be a wolf if you don’t have one?

There are instances when we are truly born lacking that specific element. We all hope to receive the whole package—our wolf—and sometimes we are blessed with a unique ability.

"Yeah, right, you probably already conspired with your wolf to piss certain people off,” Jeremy winked at me.

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of our first period.

As is customary after all these years of friendship, Jeremy had wrapped his arm around me. We were very comfortable with each other.

He was 6'2 and beat my little 5'8 frame. His blonde hair fell in a jumble of directions, and his eyes were a soft forest green with a tinge of gold around the irises. He was gorgeous, even in his barely out-of-bed appearance.

I sighed inwardly.

There was a time when I thought Jeremy was my mate. Life would have been so much easier if it had.

Did I mention that I have a brother?

Well, I do.

I sighed, feeling my heart tighten painfully just thinking about Xavier.

Xavier was six feet three, with broad shoulders and those tiny, sharp green eyes that never seemed to miss anything. His hair was a bright red color that would flash when he became enraged. But when it came to me, Xavier was an old softy with a big heart.

Up until two years ago, he was my hero.

I sighed at the thought and suddenly became irritated; he passed me by without even turning to look at me; what an ass-wipe; he could not even take a moment to wish his sister a happy birthday.

I ignored the hurt feelings and continued down the hall, knowing that Xavier would be too scared to look at me and that he was not allowed to talk to me.

My brother and Jeremy were best friends before Xavier's first shift two years ago. For whatever reason, he decided we were not good enough for him, and as a result, he pushed us aside and treated us like cr*p.

Jeremy chose to accept the change in Xavier. I didn't; I was devastated.

I grew closer to Jeremy, and it enraged Xavier. He had some pretty serious fits as a result of this, but eventually he stopped having tantrums, and Jeremy and I remained friends.

Despite my best efforts, he continued to ignore me and avoid me.

I was so frustrated and even furious that it kindled a fire inside of me to make him feel as alone and miserable as I did! I seized every opportunity to inflict the greatest amount of pain on him.

Xavier was clueless, and his expression was priceless—the effort was well worth it.

Three months later, Alexander caught me and complained about my immature behavior to Alpha Jackson. I was consequently sentenced to two weeks of double chores and three days without dinner.

A small smile followed on my lips, thinking of all the silly things I had done to him. I had messed around with his alarm clocks, making him repeatedly late for training.

I had stirred up chaos with the women he was dating. Not to mention that I stole his favorite pair of underwear and flagged it for every pack member to see.

I went so far as to apply itching powder all over his clothes and dye all of his underwear an eye-popping pink that glows in the dark.

Not to mention my involvement in his exam situation—Xavier had to repeat some subjects because I had switched his name on the exam paper with someone else's; PE and Wolf 101 subjects were excellent choices.

I mean, who would have thought someone could fail a Wolf subject?

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

Now he needs to be my mate too!

What the f*ck! I can not even stand to think about him.

Following the incident, Xavier never looked my way again and essentially disowned me.

Who needs a brother who is so uninterested in the only family he has?

I groan inwardly from the pressure on my heart; some days I miss Xavier so much even after he has joined the mutt gang.

Jeremy and I entered the math class and made sure to sit at the far back of the classroom.

Mr. Silvergrey had a way of covering us in saliva when he stammered and spoke.

I once gave him a handkerchief to be nice. The entire class erupted into laughter as he changed into different colors of red.

We decided right away that the far back would be the best place to sit. The last thing I wanted was to be covered in his spit.

The first period flew by, and we found ourselves heading to science not too long after. We met Amy halfway down the hallway, and she looked troubled.

"What is wrong, Amy?" I cautiously asked. She barely ever gets upset.

A cold shiver ran down my spine—something had already started to change.

"Ms. Clearwater requested that the second and fifth periods be switched," she answered.

At first, it was beyond my understanding, but eventually, it hit me like a ton of cold water.

No! No! No!

"You must be joking. Please tell me you are not serious." I started feeling very nervous.

"I mean it," she answered. "English now, and science later," she said, an unknown emotion crossing her eyes.

"Moon Goddess, please have my so-called mate in class already," I silently prayed. Turning around, I ran back toward my locker with Jeremy right behind me.

Will the Moon Goddess hear my silent prayer?

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