Rejection on the Full Moon

5-Three M

ol, he realized that I had a habit of sleeping past the ringing of my usual alarm clock and sleep in past my first class. It’s why he gifted me this amazing alarm clock—note the sarcasm. I hate this thing. In order to turn it off, I had to enter in a p

in life. I take in the room before me, a small smile gracing my lips. The renovated attic has been my room for almost seven years now as well as my personal hideaway. The once-princess pink room now is a deep purple in the shade Chakra. The princess bed became a queen-sized frame with a comfortable ma

e over a Tracker position—hopefully, a top position—and put my skills to good use. The thought of finally being able to rule my own life away from the pack house and start living on my own with a job I’ve been working hard to have made my small

pack duty and training sessions. The only thing that concerned me was the heavy chest and thick, firm booty I was endowed with. Sometimes they were more a hinder than help when patrolling the borders and tracking down rogues in human form. Coming to a decision on a pa

day makes things easier for me. I take a quick look at all of my plants sitting just beside the large w

d grab a pair of black sneakers and my studded leather bag before heading out of my room and making my way down the five flights of stairs. I was lucky to have the top floor of the pack house to myself as it was the attic once upon a time. It was a place that only Axel, Serena, Blue, and I had keys to and became my s

gs, and pancakes beside where Blue sat. I grab a lunch bag and pack my lunch for school. About five years ago, I stopped calling Blue Alpha since he had taken on the responsibility of raising

the lunch in my bag to collect myself. It was the same wish I made on every birthday candle since their death. But the reality was cruel, and the only family I had now was Blue, Axel and Serena. I had

pecially when she fell pregnant last year. She had me up at six in the morning just to drive all the way to Toronto and Brampton to help pick out her pup’s nursery, from paint to furniture and then clothing

as I grab my plate and begin to eat while standing opposite of him. He was right,

s out of nowhere, my jaw dropping with shock. I’m so surprised, I nearly drop my plate of food. Amusement

in excitement as I put my empty plate down and hug hi

know you’re eyeing a higher Tracker position.” His voice holds pride as he hugs me back. I felt my heart swell, knowing I had done a

en years by him. Even though I had my own part-time job at the café in town and had saved up over a hundred thousand between tips, paycheque, and birthday money over the years, Blue knows I am reluctant to spend it. I am constantly debating using that money to go to college or university or even buy my own hou

t shorts anyone could find. Mia has become the definition of the pack whore. Easy and sleazy. She is a stripper at the new strip club built in the city two hours away, and I always fe

death of our parents and always played the victim when I stood up for myself. She has most of the male wolves our age wrapped around her finger and many more between her legs, which always confused me. W

I can feel his glare as he sips on the bitter liquid, knowing that if looks could kill, I would be dead ten times over already. Zack rarely

though I knew he hates me. His hatred only grew when rumours of me taking over the pack instead of him started to surface two years ago. It’s the reason my once-best friend became the mastermind behind my torture at school. Most of the pack respects me to a degree, considering who my backers are, but I am Cinderella to those my age when the le

eo was the future Alpha, no one went against his rule. Only Maverick—Blue’s nephew—stood up for me. He would even visit me and send me get-well gifts when I was in the pack hospital or recuperating in my room. Sometimes, I secretly hoped he wo

as Zack’s eyes light up—something I rarely see—and his arms reach out to hold his three-year-

lp but roll my eyes at his childish behaviour as the big bad Alpha before me tries to fit a whole pancake into his mouth. With a small wave, I grab my bag and head out the side door to the garage. I sigh with the prospect of anothe

leaves. I reluctantly lock my bike up on a tree, the metal frame hidden by bushes away from the sch

t Leo and his jock posse that hung out by his fancy new Jeep. Arrogance radiates from the wolves in

seems to piss him off as he stalks towards me, fists swinging at my face. I smirk and duck, watching as his momentum brings him crashing into the flagpo

chuckle as I turn to head into the building, making my way to English class. I made it a habit to be early for English. My teacher has this thing about be

e front row is where the nerds sit, but I prefer the front row. It meant that Mrs. Marrywind rarely called on you to answer he

t here. It made for a great opportunity to create allies and maintain a balance in the area since we wolves could see the strength each pack possesses. I had a few friends I could rely on at school, but none were in my pack. The lesson for today started, and Mrs. Marrywind is going over the b

and demands his paper that is due today. Kent is one of my friends from the neighbouring pack, Harvest Willow. His twin Kevin sits just behind me as we s

detention during lunch today and for the next week afterwards. With a smirk,

ecide to go into town and towards the pizza shop, grabbing something to eat. Kent and Kevin retell everyone of how Leo ended in detention and wonder why his hand was bandaged when I chime in about our inte

look at myself in the mirror, satisfied having

Marie states as I walk into the

ished Mustang and take the quick drive to town once again, enjoying the top down and wind rushing by me as I come to the coffee shop and parked in

e bandaged hand that Leo is sporting. It did not take a genius to fi

on." I state in a singsong voice while taking a seat at the table

knew that the teachers always gave an update to the Alphas in the area on how their pups are doing since many are next in line to take over. Once Opal left to place our orders with the kitchen, I roll my eyes at Leo checking out her ass. Poor girl will

ur car. You can have them back when you improve." Blue is in father mode, and I just sit there waiting for my deluxe hot chocolate and New York-s

homework like I-" Leo starts accusin

ue cuts in to stare at me with

silent as more death glares from Leo are sent my way. He is not happy that I refused to lie for him, and why should I lie? We are nothing to each other. I can tell that Leo w

t help but roll my eyes as Leo tries to persuade his father that he needs his car to go to school—Blue would drive him. He needed his bank cards to buy clothes—Blue retorted that he would be stuck at home and would not have anywhere

eir to the pack at every turn. Once Leo finally stopped trying to appeal his punishment - and failed

this weekend, Amber?” He as

e next half of the book due next Friday.” I answer, taking a sip of my hot chocolate and rolling my eye

tonight. Which book is it?" Blue asks, s

le. It’s Pet Cemetery by Stephen King. I told her I had that book and read it already. She just smiled at me." Blue

and I can make sure Leo is doing homework. I also want to know how Leo lost agains

ing at his father. His plans is the football game

up." Blue states, unleashing the bombshell as a look of shock cros

ot like it was the end of the world. But knowing Leo, he would continue his melodrama at playing the victim and ha

row. With him benched, it meant the other football Neanderthals have a chance to outshine him now. I can just imagine

shushes Leo. He has been defeated and he knows it. Leo stays silent the rest of the day while Blue asks me about art club and garden society. The only benefit to Leo in all

ery. My paper for the first half is already done by Sunday morning. Blue went over the tracking route with me while also helping Leo with his homework. I know

as I continue to read over the routes. Tomorr

letting my hair down f

from my pack?” Leo retorts back tauntingly. Today he seem

n to focus on his paper. I continue to look at the routes and report before stretching. Finally, I say good night to the two of them and head out for a run. I’m worrie

y bed remained. I’m planning on moving within the next few days into a nice house I found close to the pack border last night when Blue and I were discussing me moving out. With