The Rejected Omega And The Werewolf King

Prom Night

Lindsey POV



"Would you like a drink" shouted Mathew, cupping his hands around his mouth in a desperate attempt to get me to overhear him over the loud music that was thumping in the background. I laughed and nodded, dancing to the beat, sweat pouring off of me, my eyes dancing over the decorations in the pack house. This too had been decorated to look like a winter wonderland and Luna Chelsea had gone all out with white, blue, and silver decorations everywhere. She hadn't just decorated the living room areas but the entire downstairs, the upstairs, and even outside where the refreshment tables had been set up along with tables for sitting. Mathew came back with a large soda and I began to sip it making a bit of a face. It tasted slightly bitter but then perhaps it was me I thought bemusedly as he began to tug me towards the outdoor area, the cool air immediately cheering me up some. 



"That's so much better" I sighed, sitting down gratefully with my soda. 

Mathew gave a nod. "Oh yeah," he agreed fanning himself with his hand. He gave me a wink "You're really tiring me out with your dancing" he teased and I laughed. Once we'd made it back to the pack house, I hadn't been able to resist the music and had pulled Mathew into the living room to join the other students who had looked at me askance but hadn't caused any problems for me. Luna Chelsea had taken one look at me and wrinkled her nose. "You look like her" she had snarled, "like your mother."

"Thank you" I had said a bit uncertainly, seeing her turn pale with contempt and something else. It was like she was shaken to see me so close to looking like my mother. What a strange reaction for somebody to have. 

She gave a bitter laugh and then walked away. "Have fun" she snarled. 

Mathew had put his arm around me. "We'll have fun," he said laughingly "won't we Lindsey?"

We had. We'd been dancing for the majority of our time. Mathew was a suave dancer, with a good groove and excellent moves. I enjoyed dancing with him and when the music was slow, I really enjoyed the feel of our bodies pressed against each other. 



"Are you having fun?" asked Mathew, leaning back in his chair and looking out towards the forest, where several drunken students were disrobing to go for a run. They at least had their wolves, due to already having turned eighteen. I felt a tad bit envious, but then who needed to go for a run when they had Mathew, I reassured myself. 

"I'm having a wonderful time," I told Mathew shyly, taking a sip of my drink. 

"So not disappointed over not being Prom Queen then?" he checked and I choked on my drink, spluttering and coughing as he pounded me on the back. 

"Not disappointed at all" I coughed, glaring at him as he laughed. 

"Just checking," he said as I giggled. "I mean what if I had wanted to be Prom King" he teased "I'm a little sad that I wasn't."

"Oh you poor thing," I said with mock sincerity "whatever will you do?"

He looked at me and gave a dramatic sigh. "I guess I'll have to get over it, with the help of a brown-eyed, brown-haired beautiful girl by my side." I blushed. 

I nudged him with my elbow. "Boy you're a smooth talker," I said with a giggle. He shrugged. "I have to be, otherwise how else am I going to get the girl," he said puzzled. 



"Slut" I heard from behind me. I whipped my head around and saw Derek sitting there glowering at me. I swallowed hard, trying not to let it show how much that word hurt me. Mathew thank god, hadn't heard Derek say the vile insult at all. I didn't know what Derek's problem was but I wished he would just pay better attention to Tiffany, after all, she was his date, not me. I had nothing to do with him. 

"Whore."

That stung. I took a deep breath and forced myself to ignore him. Instead, I took hold of Mathew's hand and tugged him to his feet, taking a huge gulp of my drink. "Come on," I said lightly "let's go dance some more."

He let out a dramatic groan but willingly followed me to the dance floor, holding me tight around the waist, pressing his body against mine, his head atop my own. We swayed back and forth, our arms around each other. I could hear his heartbeat. My heart was racing and my hands went clammy and sweaty. I felt nervous even though we'd been dancing all night. There was something about Mathew that made me feel that way. He made me feel special like I was the only girl in the room. In fact, I hadn't seen him so much as glance at another girl all night. His entire focus had been on me and me alone. It was a really nice feeling to have someone's attention on me so much and for a good reason, rather than a bad one. 

"Your hair smells nice" he whispered, sniffing it. 

"It's my shampoo, it's strawberries and cream" I whispered back. 

"It smells like perfume" he groaned "just like you, you smell so good."

I was blushing now and looking around the room, hoping nobody else could hear him. 



"Let's go for a walk" he suggested "the moon is out and it's a nice night. I can't shift yet, because I'm not eighteen and neither are you, but a walk would be good."

I considered it. I was getting tired of dancing and my feet were starting to hurt. I could take my shoes off to go walking. I gave a small eager nod. "Sure, that sounds good."

I slipped my shoes off and left them next to a couch, confident nobody would want to steal them. The way people acted around me, there was no way they would steal off a pathetic omega, so my stuff was pretty safe. 

Mathew grabbed hold of my hand and tugged me outside, where the moonlight was shining. It was pretty and I relaxed as we began to walk safely along the grounds, the moonlight lighting the way. 

"See, I told you this would be a good idea," Mathew said smugly. 

I stumbled and he shot out a hand to prevent me from falling. "Sorry" I apologized "I can be a bit clumsy."

"It's all good," he said with a grin before pulling me to some rose bushes. At the sight of the roses, my face fell a bit. I was remembering the beautiful rose bouquet he had given me and what had subsequently happened to it. Mathew didn't notice the look on my face as he reached out and grabbed hold of one of the white roses, snapping it off its stem and handing it to me with a flourish. 

"For my lady," he said and I smiled with delight, taking it with trembling fingers and sniffing its delicate aroma. The petals were silky and soft, and I nestled my fingers around them, delighting in the rose's beauty. 

"It's beautiful" I whispered and he smiled, turning me around to face him, his face inches from mine.

"You're beautiful" he murmured, and then he kissed me, gently, his hand on my waist as I eagerly lifted my face up to meet him. It was soft and gentle and when he pulled back I was slightly disappointed, wanting it to go on longer. 

"Why did you stop?" I asked tentatively. 

He frowned. "It doesn't feel right doing it out here in the open for other people to see, especially that freak Derek. I don't know what it is with him, but man he seems to really have it in for you. He's been glaring at me the whole night and been calling you all sorts of names that don't bear repeating." His voice was angry. Oh, so he had noticed then. 

"Oh you heard them," I said in a small voice. 

He nodded looking grim-faced. "They're vile and the most disgusting things you can call a woman. He's lucky I didn't call him out."

"I'm glad you didn't," I said shyly "it might have ruined tonight and I don't want tonight to be ruined."



He frowned. "I suppose you're right" he admitted slowly "but I still don't like it" he added gruffly. "How about we take this to a bedroom instead? At least then we'll have some privacy. I have a guest bedroom that the Luna has provided."

I hesitated. Did I really want to go into the bedroom with him? What if he got the wrong idea? I mulled it over but then he had been a perfect gentleman so far and I really did trust him. He could see the indecisiveness on my face. 

"I swear it's just to kiss and make out a little, that's it," he said quickly, "you tell me to stop, I'll stop straight away."

He sounded sincere. I nodded, not trusting my voice which would be shaky and on trembling legs, and made my way inside and up the stairs with him, towards the guest rooms on the second floor, into one on the right-hand side. 



"I'm just going to get you a drink," he said, kissing me on the lips and rushing out the door. I waited impatiently, striding back and forth in my nervousness, and grabbed hold of the cup in his hand instantly, gulping down more than half as he shut the door behind him. He sat me down on the bed and took the cup, placing it on the nightstand, kissing me softly, his hand trailing up and down my arm as I shivered. His hand moved to cup my breast and I jolted in surprise. But it wasn't unpleasant, and I soon relaxed, feeling my body becoming more and more relaxed as he kissed and fondled me. He lay me down on the bed, his hand grabbing hold of my tiara and gently moving it to the nightstand. "I'm sure you'll want that later" he murmured to himself. 

I blinked up at him, watching as he bent his head and began to kiss me, diving his tongue inside and caressing mine as I moaned into his mouth, his hand cupping my breast and squeezing it. I could feel myself becoming aroused and even slightly panicked. I didn't know how far Mathew was going to go but I knew I wasn't quite ready to go all the way. I was a virgin for heaven's sake and wanted to stay that way until I found my mate. Sure this was pleasurable, but I would hate myself in the morning if I gave myself to him. 



As he began to trail kisses down the nape of my neck, I closed my eyes and mustered up my courage. I grabbed hold of his mouth. "Stop" I pleaded and to his credit he did. He sat up immediately. I opened my eyes and blinked in confusion, my vision blurry, my body so relaxed that I couldn't move my limbs. "What's going on" I tried to mumble but it came out all garbled like "What's going on" instead. I felt myself panicking as my vision got even blurrier to the point I could barely make out Mathew. 

"It's about time," he said sounding a bit annoyed. 

About time for what? Did he know what was happening to me? 

There was a knock on the door. I heard the creaking noise it made as it opened, helpless to move my head and unable to see clearly, but able to make out who was speaking. 

"Well is she out yet?" that was Tiffany's voice. 

"Almost. I've been drugging her on and off since we got here" Mathew's voice. The bastard had drugged me!

My vision was becoming dimmer and I was becoming sleepy now, darkness beginning to surround me. I fought to hold on, fought to keep myself conscious but it was impossible and I knew instinctively that something very bad was about to happen to me and there was nothing I could do to fight it. Mathew had betrayed me in the worst way possible. Despair crept in.

Chapter 19 - The Rejected Omega And The Werewolf King