The Rejected Omega And The Werewolf King

Broken

Lindsey POV



I lay there in the dirt, feeling broken inside, blood trickling down from my wounds, surrounded by the petals and broken stems of the roses. I felt broken inside. Defeated. They had destroyed my spirit for the first time in forever with their bullying and torment. I heard barking and then Max came racing into the small clearing, nuzzling me with his snout and sniffing the petals with interest. I grimaced as I sat upright, staring sadly at the ground, blinking back the tears that threatened to consume me, and feeling the throbbing pain all over my face. Not only had Tiffany scratched me all over, but she'd scratched me pretty deep and I wondered whether I should worry about the scratches becoming infected. It would be just my luck. Max, sensing my anguish, gave a low whine and licked at my hands, his tail slowly wagging. 

"Max, why do Tiffany and the others have to be so evil?" I asked softly, hugging him to me as he sat on his haunches and licked me. 

"I've never done a single thing to them" I continued softly "and yet they still treat me like dirt. Like I'm beneath them. I mean look at me" I said bitterly indicating the dirt all over my clothes, my arms, and some even on my face and in my hair "I look a mess. What's the point" I said with a sigh, letting out a breath, "what's the point of living?" I asked out loud. Silence. Not that I had expected anybody to answer me. I was all alone out here now.

Max whined. I buried my face in his fur. I took deep breaths and then awkwardly got to my feet, limping towards the backpack which was still lying on the floor. At least they hadn't taken that or done anything to my homework, I thought sourly, wincing at the pain as as I moved.



I felt along my face and grimaced. The scratches were deeper than I imagined. I knew they'd heal but they would still throb and hurt like a bitch doing it. I needed to get home and put some antiseptic on them. I hoisted the backpack over my shoulder and began to limp through the forest, eyeing Max sideways. 

"Are you coming boy?" I asked half hoping he would at least accompany me part of the way. 

He seemed to be considering it. He let out a small bark and then fell into step beside me, his head darting every which way as he got distracted by various things including a butterfly and a small woodpecker that darted away in haste when he saw Max coming his way. 

We reached the main road and Max let out a small whine. I already knew what that meant. He wasn't coming with me. I knelt and gave him a hug. "Thank you for coming with me," I told him softly, my heart gave a painful squeeze. How I wished he would come home with me but I couldn't bring myself to force him to. He wagged his tail a few times, let out a small yip, and then raced back into the forest as I watched with a wistful look on my face. At least I'd see him when I went back to school tomorrow, well maybe. It was difficult to say. Max tended to choose the days and times he'd reveal himself and I had to be content with that. 



I began to walk along the main road, grateful that Tiffany and the rest of the popular crowd would have already made their way to the pack house already. I made my way slowly into the house, and Beth's eyes widened when she saw me trying to sneak down towards the basement. "My word" she exclaimed, "what on earth happened to you?"

She actually sounded like she cared, I marveled. Which was strange because I was often coming home with random bruises and scrapes on my body and face. 

"An incident at school," I said quietly and she made a tsking sound. "Would that incident happen to have a name?" she asked suspiciously and I shook my head. As if she would believe it was Tiffany, the girl she was helping to promote for prom queen. It was better to keep my mouth shut. 

"Nope, just me being clumsy," I said breezily "I just need to put some antiseptic on it and then I'll head over to the pack house," I said. 

Beth looked hesitant. "I really think you should take the afternoon off," she said calmly "considering how you look. No offense Lindsey," she said. 

I shook my head adamantly. "Thanks, but I can't. I need the money" I said grimly "I need to buy a dress."

Beth's eyes lit up as she looked me over from head to toe, looking excited, clapping her hands together "don't tell me" she began with a grin. 

I nodded. "A boy called Mathew asked me to go to prom with him."

She shrieked with happiness. "Oh my god, oh my god, I cannot wait to go dress shopping with you" she babbled "something to go with your dark hair and eyes. Maybe like a crimson red color or a dark plum or purple? Especially cause your skin is getting a bit tanned from the outdoors and all that walking you do. You'll need a tiara" she said barely pausing in her ranting, "and shoes, oh, and a cute little clutch bag and some jewelry to complete the look."

I was getting dizzy just watching her walk back and forth with a frenzy of energy. "What is this Mathew like?" she asked as I tentatively began to make my way downstairs "is he nice?"

I made my way into the bathroom and grabbed the antiseptic from the bathroom cupboard. 



I winced as I began to apply the antiseptic to my wounds. "He seems nice," I said with a shrug as Beth appeared in the doorway "I have to warn you though he's a bit of a goth."

Beth looked a little nonplussed. "That's alright. It's okay to be different" she said kindly. I could see her picturing me in a dress by the way her lips were curving and the way she was muttering different colors to herself. I cringed as I glanced in the mirror. I looked hideous, like something out of a horror movie. Like someone had slashed me with a knife across the face in an attempt to murder me. As it was I was very late now and no doubt would be punished by the Luna when I eventually made it to the pack house. 

"Beth," I said quietly, placing the antiseptic back "I have to go now, I'm running late."

"I'll call the Luna and explain, that way you won't be punished," she said hastily and I gave her a small smile of appreciation. I didn't understand why Beth was being so nice to me but it was a good feeling and it was nice for once to have someone who had my back. As I walked out the front door, I could hear the soft snores of my father, who was passed out drunk in the living room on the sofa. 



I began to jog to the pack house. Luna Chelsea stood at the front door impatiently waiting. She narrowed her eyes when she spotted me and she pursed her lips. "Urgh," she said with disgust "Beth wasn't kidding when she said that you were all slashed across the face. You look like something out of a horror movie" she added, reaching forward and gripping my chin tightly, moving my head back and forth, every which way so she could see the scratches more clearly. 

She dropped her hand and hastily rubbed it on her dress. "You're still late," she said letting out a deep breath of annoyance. 

I hung my head. "Sorry, Luna Chelsea." 

"You can clean bathrooms as punishment" she grumbled "and try to stay out of everyone's way with that hideous face of yours. I told Beth I'd go easy on you, otherwise, you'd be in the dungeon instead of being whipped. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Luna Chelsea," I said hurriedly, "thank you, Luna Chelsea," I said. I guess I should be grateful I was only cleaning bathrooms I thought miserably. 

"Start on the top floor as usual" Luna Chelsea ordered, "the other omegas are doing the bottom floor. Try not to get into any trouble," she said "and stay away from the visitor's wing. I've already had that prepared and freshened up."

"No problems Luna Chelsea," I said enthusiastically. 

She frowned at me and then turned away, heading towards the forest. I watched her go, thinking perhaps that she must be going for a run, she was heading right for it with purpose in her steps. I wish I had my wolf but I have to wait for my eighteenth birthday still. Even then, being an omega, there's no guarantee that I'll even get my wolf. I don't even know if my mother had her wolf. This reminds me of the cryptic comment that Derek made. Did he actually know anything about my mother or had he just been making it up? Probably the latter. How could he know anything about my mother when he was only slightly older than me?



I kept my face well hidden as I grabbed the necessary equipment and started once again, in Mason's room, startling the boy who was doing push-ups in his underwear. My face flamed. 

"Sorry, the door wasn't locked" I cried and he held up both hands, his own face bright red. 

"My fault, I forgot to lock it," he said, grabbing a pair of jeans and sliding them on. He eyed me and then looked at my face, his eyes widening. "Whoa, what happened to your face, Lindsey?"

"I was clumsy with a rose bush," I said with a nonchalant shrug. 

"Really," said Mason skeptically. It was easy to tell that he didn't believe me one bit.

I said nothing. He moved to the side and gave me access to the bathroom, shaking his head. I cleaned his bathroom as he watched, leaning against the doorway with his arms folded. "You know you could always fight back right? Just because you're an omega you don't have to take it" he said angrily. 

"Thanks but if I want to live, I will" I snapped, grabbing the mop and quickly mopping the floor. What the hell did he know? It's not like he had to deal with bullying on a daily basis. He should try being in my shoes, maybe then he'd see how hopeless fighting back was. 



I stomped out of the room while Mason watched me startled. The next two rooms were empty and I did them surprisingly quickly before arriving once more at Derek's room. I knocked on it briskly, wishing for him to be anywhere but in there. If the moon goddess was merciful, she'd answer my prayers. 

"Come in" he called. 

The moon goddess was a bitch I fumed. I turned the knob and opened the door, barging past a startled Derek and beginning to loudly and quickly clean his bathroom. Derek looked amused as he leaned against the doorjamb but his eyes widened when he caught a look at my face. 

"I didn't realize she cut you so badly" he muttered. 

I turned around and glared "you didn't huh? You were watching, so you should have seen plenty" I snarled, thoroughly fed up and surprising myself with my animosity. Derek looked just as stunned. 

I began to furiously mop. "You, Tiffany, and the others are monsters" I declared "each and every one of you. Sick twisted psychotic bastards."

Derek's eyes narrowed "isn't that going a bit too far?" he asked. 

I shook my head. "If anything that's polite compared to what I'd like to call you" I scoffed. 

He reached out and gripped my chin and I stiffened. Way to piss him off Lindsey, but his grip gentled and his eyes went black. He let go and walked over to the cabinet, grabbing some cream. He opened the lid and smeared some on his fingers, before smearing them on my cuts as I was still in shock. The cream was soothing, making the throbbing pain fade. He rubbed the cream in and then placed it back in the cabinet. 

"That should help" he murmured, "we did go too far and for that, I apologize."

My mouth fell open. Was this really Derek or had he been replaced by some sort of clone? This couldn't be real. His eyes were still black. 

"He's going to take control in a minute" he continued and I realized I was talking to his wolf again. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. "For what it's worth, I adore you," he said softly "even if Derek doesn't."

"Why does he hate me so much and why do you adore me?" I asked but before he could answer his eyes flashed back to normal and Derek was cocking his head at me. 

"Damn wolf" he murmured before snarling at me "are you finished in here? Get out already!" It was like dealing with someone who had different personalities, I thought bemused, quickly gathering up my stuff, and walking out the door, just as Derek slammed it in my face. I sure as hell preferred his wolf, I mused. At least he was nice to me. The question was why?

Chapter 16 - The Rejected Omega And The Werewolf King