Rejecting to the Alpha King's Daughter

-The Outca

g for the umpteenth time tonight. Leaning against a pillar for support, I try my best to catch my breath and look at the clock on the wall. Shocked to see it reads ten thirty at nig

y ground as the chain with the moonstone orb sways slightly from my neck. Being the only child and without any sons, Alexander has forced me to train for years on end to be a strong heir to the throne, always forcing me to run laps at night and fight wolves in

radiates across of my face. Holding my hand to my cheek in hopes to stop the stinging, I keep my head down as Alexander begins to rant about my purpose in life. I have to find a proper mate

yell back, to fight and argue that had he not been fucking that pack whore, he would have been in the family room with mother and I watching the movie when the Rogues attacked. He would have been on time to protect my

dly, I need you to continue the bloodline.” His words sting, but I am used to this verbal abuse, used to him cursing me and my existe

I would end up like the Omegas in the pack, abused and raped with no one to care about whether they live or die. I hate my father for this, hate how the pack has slowly declined in strength due to his ruling. He cares more for chasing after pa

my hands around the moonstone orb on the silver chain, I think of my mother, of joining her in the Goddess’s realm and ending the misery that is my life. She would be disappointed in me, though. Her final words to live and fight for my life a

ed from running nonstop, my legs tired and sore from overuse, forcing me to use the walls for support until my healing power kicks in. I want to be deep in the forest, alone in the cold snow. One day,

ow a reminder to keep fighting to stay alive. Walking deeper, I feel the pain in my body lessen, each step becoming steadier until I no longer need the support of t

r, I quickly remove my shoes and dip my feet into the flowing warm water, relishing in the

f the call just in time to see my friend Matrix walking out from the tree line

side me and pulls out his Swiss Army knife from his pocket to whittle away a

. The warmth from the river prevents me from feeling the bitter cold of the w

s of his knife scraping away at the wood. My best friend always knows what I need when I needed something, and right now his silent company is definitely what I need. I turn away from wat

sky, with a tail trailing behind it like fairy dust left in its wake. Closing my eyes, I make a silent wish, wishing my life

e, turning to Matrix, wanting to go back to the palace and get s

th opens in a silent scream as I curl into myself, tears streaming down my face with me being unable to form an

earches my face for any answer before moving to my body. I watch as his face goes from tense with wo

me, running fingers through my hair as he coaches me into breathing slowly. The pain lessens, b

what he expects me to do while my insides feel like they are being ripped apart by burning claws. I want to keep fighting this p

pin pricks through my skin as something grows out excruciatingly slow. My face elongates, my jaw s

easily. My body feels heightened, the scents in the air stronger. I s

rcing me to open my prismatic ey

olf is rare, only reserved for those with royal blood line. It m

A runt is the worst thing anyone can be in the Royal Pack. It is cause for instant banishment if not death, depending on if the runt in ques

useless daughter is a runt. That or he will wait for my fi