The Rejected Omega And The Werewolf King

An Angel

Lindsey POV



I was really confused after that kiss. To top it off, Max disappeared on me again, further sinking my spirits. Why was Derek messing with my head so much? What did he have to gain from it all and why was I so intent on letting him destroy me like this? Why couldn't I muster up the damn courage to push the bastard away or slap him? Why did I feel tingles all over when we touched and why did I feel shivers down my spine when we kissed? What had he meant by being fed up with fighting it? Who was it? Had I kissed Derek or had it been his wolf the whole time? I suspected it had been the latter. Don't ask me why. I just had my suspicions.



Those questions ran through my mind as I quickly wrapped up my chores in the pack house. Luna Chelsea was heavily made up like a supermodel as usual, Alpha Damian sitting there quietly beside her. "Ah Lindsey," she said cheerfully as I slid breakfast right in front of her "how did you go with those posters?" she gloated "did you get them all up?"

Bitch. I forced a fake smile on my face. "Every single one of them Luna Chelsea," I said between gritted teeth. God, how I wish I could tell her what I thought of her to her face. 

Alpha Damian looked upset. "Are you talking about those blasted prom queen posters for Tiffany?" he exploded "there must have been thousands of them. Surely you didn't make Lindsey do all of them alone?"

Luna Chelsea cocked her head at me. "Lindsey, isn't this morning your training morning?" she asked sweetly and my spirits sank. I'd been hoping to be excused from that. I sighed. 

"Yes Luna Chelsea," I said looking pointedly toward the kitchen. 

"You're excused from the rest of your duties. You may go to training now" she instructed me and I had no choice but to obey. With slumped shoulders and great reluctance, I left the pack house, Alpha Damian still arguing with a peeved-looking Luna Chelsea, as I walked out of the pack house and headed towards the training ring, willing it to be anyone but him. Of course, luck wasn't on my side, or the moon goddess had one hell of a sick sense of humor because who else was there to instruct me but Derek? God, I hated my life sometimes. 



He frowned. I thanked god Tiffany wasn't there. "I'm training you, am I," he said astonished. 

I nodded slowly, wishing I was anywhere but here right now. Derek was not the kind to be lenient when it came to being my trainer. I wished the ground would swallow me up. 

"Great" he muttered, "Luna Chelsea must have forgotten that I was training today."

I was willing to bet she had as well. After all, hadn't she warned me to stay away from Derek? If she realized I was here. . . I shuddered thinking about it. Perhaps it would be best if I just left?

"We could just skip training" I suggested in a small voice. 

He hesitated and then shook his head. "No" he decided "drop down and give me twenty."

I scowled. He was going to take full advantage of the fact it was me and I was right. After I had given him twenty push-ups, he requested one hundred stomach crunches, twenty punches on each hand, and then twenty laps around the training ring. By the time I was finished, I was sweating profusely and he was unimpressed at my lack of fitness. Give me a break, I thought sourly, I was only given training once a fortnight if I was lucky. Other shifters trained daily. I should know, I had seen them. 



"Right" Derek snapped "show me what you've got."

He went into a defensive posture. I went on the offensive and raced toward him. He put me over his shoulder and sent me flying. Wham. I hit the floor hard and winced. Damn. That hurt. He crouched over me and for a moment his eyes flashed black and he looked concerned. 

"Are you okay?" he asked and I nodded, biting my lip. 

He got up and grabbed my arm, hoisting me back up. His eyes flashed back to normal and his lip curled back. 

"That was pathetic" he snarled "try again."

This time I went defensive and he rushed toward me. He threw a right hook and I defended it, bringing up my knee simultaneously and hitting him in a particularly vulnerable spot, making him double over and cry out in pain. "Ouch," he wheezed as I preened. "Good shot though" he admitted looking sheepish. 



I waited patiently for him to gather himself. Then he went on the offensive, grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back as I cried out in pain. He continued to twist it until I begged for him to stop. 

"Derek" I shrieked "Derek stop, please, god, that's enough, you're going to break it" I warned and he stopped putting pressure on it, letting go. I let out a breath that I'd been holding and relaxed, cradling my arm in my hand. I glared at him. He looked unrepentant. "Just remember that your enemy isn't going to let go just because you beg them" he spat out. 

That was wise, I thought sarcastically. This was the brash, asshole Derek that I knew and recognized. He flexed his fingers and glanced up at the sky. "Give me ten more laps around the training ring and then you can go to school" he growled, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow, waiting as I glowered at him. Was he serious? I felt like I was dying from the workout we'd just done and now he wanted me to run some more. Was he insane or was he enjoying tormenting me some more? 

"Come on lard ass" he snarled "get a move on or we'll both be late to class. We both know I won't be punished for being late."

"I am not a lard ass," I said tears stinging my eyes as I began to run around the training ring, my feet pumping wildly, my arms in tandem with my legs. I knew that Derek wouldn't be punished for being late but I would and I still remembered the punishment my father had given me the last time I was late and the principal had heard of it. I wasn't about to risk that happening again. No way in hell. 



It had started to sprinkle as I raced around the ring and by the time I was finished I was shivering profusely from the cold, as Derek regarded me coldly. "About time, christ you're slow" he whinged "now go get ready for school" he snapped, turning on his heel and leaving. I turned around and hurried home, just in time to make Beth and father some breakfast, before heading downstairs to the basement and disappearing into the bathroom. I quickly stripped off my wet clothing and hopped into a nice warm shower, my shivering reducing until I was nice and warm, and then reluctantly, I forced myself to get out and get dressed into some warm clothing. Beth was in a good mood when I headed upstairs, humming under her breath. 

"Luna Chelsea told me you did a good job, getting all those posters up" she commented, taking a swig of her coffee, my father sitting opposite her "good work Lindsey. I appreciate you doing it," she said cheerfully. 

My father merely grunted, sipping his own coffee, which I suspected had something added to it to make it more palatable to his taste. 

I just shrugged and grabbed my backpack. It was raining heavily now and I looked out the door with dismay at the wind that was howling and making the branches of the trees sway back and forth. 

Beth followed my eye line. She winced. I stared at her hopefully. Maybe just once she would take pity on me. 



"Goodness, you can't walk to school in this weather" she exclaimed in concern "Rowan give me the keys to the car so I can take Lindsey. We don't want her to be late again now, do we," she said calmly. 

My father raised an eyebrow at her request and I tensed, expecting him to object or for him to call Beth some vile names but to my utter surprise, he merely shrugged, dug in his pocket, produced his keys, and flung them across the table to Beth. 

"Drive it carefully" he warned, gulping back his coffee "and don't scratch it" he muttered, heading into the living room and lying down on the sofa. Within moments he was fast asleep, his snores filling the room. Beth looked exasperated as she stood up and placed her coffee mug in the sink. 

"Come on Lindsey," she said softly and I followed her to the car, climbing eagerly into the passenger seat. I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I could count on one hand how many times Beth or my father had taken me to school. 



She started the car and pulled out of the driveway. We began the journey in silence. Beth was the first to speak. "Are you looking forward to prom?" she asked. 

I stared at her in confusion. "I didn't think I would be allowed to go. Aren't I required to serve at the after-party?" My voice was a tad bit bitter. 

Beth shook her head. "Of course not. Why imagine not going to your own prom" she said sadly "I've already spoken to Luna Chelsea and she's agreed to let you have that day off silly. I want you to go and have a good time."

I stared out the window. "What if nobody asks me?"

"Then you go by yourself and still have a good time," Beth told me firmly, her eyes on the road as she turned the car, "and don't worry about what people think."

She pulled up in front of the school. I hastily climbed out and grabbed my backpack. "Thanks, Beth," I said appreciatively and she smiled and gave me a wink. "Go get inside before you get soaked" she warned. 

I headed inside. 



The hallway was quiet, and most students started to head toward their classrooms. This morning I had a free period and headed toward the library like always. I picked a table at the far back and set up my homework, working on my story for English class, getting lost in my novel when I heard someone clearing their throat from in front of me. I gave a start. It had been so quiet that the sound was loud in the silence. I glanced up and saw a fellow student, Mathew, holding out a bouquet of roses toward me, a nervous smile on his face. Mathew was one of the misfit students and a bit of a goth. He had dark black hair and brown eyes, a tattoo sleeve, a piercing in his chin and in his ears, dark black clothing, and was tall and a bit muscly. I had seen him looking at me a few times but assumed it was out of curiosity more than anything else. I gaped at him, wondering what he wanted. 

"Mathew" I stammered "was there something you wanted?"

He swallowed hard and moved the bouquet closer. I reached out for it and took hold of the beautiful red roses, sniffing their sweet perfume. I could feel the curious stares from other students and hear the snide whispers as well. 



"What a moron. Does he know who he's about to ask?"

"He can do so much better?"

"Bet she says no"

"I bet she says yes, after all, who else is going to ask a pathetic omega like her."

"He's just as pathetic but."

"Maybe it's a prank."

"I doubt it, not when they are just as pathetic as each other."



I glanced up at Mathew and saw his eyes staring deeply into mine. He reached forward and grasped my hand, getting down on one knee as my mouth dropped open. Was this what I thought it was? I had been so certain that nobody would ever dare to ask me! He gulped. "Lindsey," he said in a shaky voice as I put a hand to my chest, my body trembling, my heart racing. I could feel sweat beading on my brow. He paused and then started again, speaking in a hasty voice. "Lindsey, will you be my date for prom?"

Chapter 14 - The Rejected Omega And The Werewolf King