Follow
Chapters
Share
Lucky? No! I Don't Wanna Be Uncle Alpha's Second Mate Novel Cover

Lucky? No! I Don't Wanna Be Uncle Alpha's Second Mate

Lesley Williams was once the alpha's daughter, but a fatal accident took away everything she loved. Now she's her Uncle's pet and the pack's omega, which means she's constantly bullied and abused. She's broken inside, but she doesn't want to leave her father's pack in fear of what her uncle might do to them in retaliation. Her only comfort is that when she meets her mate, he'll be able to take her away from this hellhole... Alpha Cedrick Silver had a mate once. A beautiful omega wolf, but she rejected him. Barely surviving the broken bond, he became ruthless and coldhearted, throwing himself into building up his pack to be the biggest and strongest pack in the nation. Now he has a girlfriend, that he's content with and he does not want a mate: EVER! But the second their eyes met, Cedrick and Lesley realized that they were fated for each other. Not thrilled about having another omega mate, Cedrick is even more disgusted when he realized that not only is his second chance mate considered 'the pack's slut', but she's also half his age. Does he want someone like that as his mate and Luna? Can she trust him with her secrets? Can these two broken people find love? WARNING!! This story contains scenes of sexual abuse of a child, rape, sex, strong language, verbal abuse, extreme bullying, mental disorders, self-harm, thoughts of suicide, gore, and other offenses that might be illegal in some countries.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 6

Lesley's POV

I got downstairs into the girls' locker room and headed to the showers. Luckily PE wasn't until the afternoon, so I was alone. I got out of my clothes and turned on the shower. The water was freezing at first, making my entire body cringe. But it also felt good. My bruised knuckles appreciated the cold and so did the bruise on my chin. Bastard! I didn't see that ring coming. I smiled though. He didn't seem to particularly like it when I ripped his piercing out. So, I guess that's a comfort.

The fight flashed back in my mind. I'd barely held anything back. My fist connected with his jawline. The second's nose. I kicked the third in the knee and finally took the last one by the head and introduced it to the bathroom toilet. And that's when they started to fight back. I guess they didn't want anyone to know, that four boys couldn't take down one girl.

They didn't hit as hard as Uncle Harry, but my ribcage got an unexpecting blow, draining my lungs for air. And my jaw was hurting from a lucky bunch; hey they were still four against one! Cut me some slack! The scratch on my chin was however entirely my fault. I saw it coming and yet I let him hit me because he was the last one standing. I was planning on taking him out right after, and then he had pulled some fucking mobster bullshit like that! This is a 'no weapons allowed' school. I'm just saying: brass knuckles are a fucking weapon!

Well, all's well that ends well, I suppose. And by 'well' I mean them all crying and/or unconscious on the bathroom floor, hopefully with some serious broken bones and a concussion, that matched mine. Well, thanks to my wolf I didn't have to worry about that too much now, but these new bruises were gonna take forever to heal, now that I'd drained my wolf completely.

I rarely did that I and I always felt bad after. I didn't sense her much, so I restrained myself from using any of her already depleted strength. She did let me through and I sometimes could feel some small amount of pride emit from her, every time I used her strength to stand up against Fraya, Trevor, or just an asshole who I deemed worthy of a serious beat down. Like today. Today definitely made it to the top three of bad schooldays.

The water turned warmer and washed my sweaty, puck-y, and urin-y body clean. Or---cleaner! I used the dispenser soap available to wash my hair and body, and I did not mind smelling like honey and coconut! Anything was better than before. But of course, since I belonged to a werewolf society, they were definitely gonna give me some strange looks today and cringe their noses. One of the many pros, living with werewolves.

Yeah.!

(enthusiasm not included in the cheer!)

I was definitely gonna have to make some 'pee jokes' today then.

"I got peed on, imagine that! Haha!"

"This is why they shouldn't put urinals in the lady's room! Haha-haha."

I had to practice my laugh and smile, so they wouldn't know how utterly humiliated and absolutely worthless I felt.

When I was finally clean, I sighed in relief. But it came out as a hard sob. What---?! I felt my cheeks. I hadn't even realized I was crying. I'd just been ignoring the pain, the humiliation, and anger, I didn't even notice I was crying. I tried to push them back, but they didn't want to. They kept pressing, strong and harder. And the more I kept pressing, the worse the pain got. In my throat, my gut, my heart. everything ached! I felt so low and miserable.

So weak.

I stopped fighting it. I crumbled and cried. Just cried until I was done. Until I couldn't feel a thing. I could do, 'feeling nothing'. I was an expert in that. I felt exhausted from all the crying, but I didn't feel anything else. So, I could fake whatever feeling I wanted. Easy peasy. once you have 6 years of experience.

I got up and whet to the lockers. Luckily, I always kept an extra set of clothes at school. Like I'd said, I wasn't exactly the most popular girl and even at school my pack members kept away because they were afraid of Fraya and Trevor. Well, all except Amanda, but I'm not counting that backstabbing bitch right now. Any-hore, I was more often than not the fool to play a prank on and so my clothes were wet, dirty, smelly, or gone most of the time. In the end, it was just more efficient to have a spare lying around.

It wasn't anything fancy: just leggings, a tank top, and one of Dean's old hoodies, that was about three times bigger than me. And undergarments: panties and a sports bra I'd gotten from Amanda on my 16th birthday. She always bought me those things and I loved her for it. Like seriously! I didn't get any money to buy myself stuff like that and it's not like Uncle Harry cared! Hell, he probably preferred me 'all natural'.

I took my dirty clothes and stuffed them in my bag. When I was done, I noticed that people were coming in and getting ready for PE. Everybody giving me strange looks, nervous whispers (that I did not bother trying to listen to), and speed texting, you'd think their thumbs were related to The Flash.

I sighed. This was heading one way fast.

And to my not very big surprise, I barely reached my locker, before.

"Lesley Williams!"

I gazed up and noticed one of the teachers storming toward me. Eyes wild and nostrils flaring.

"The Principal's office! NOW!"

I didn't argue. I closed the door and made my very familiar way to the principal's office.

"So," the tall human Principal said, sitting on the edge of his desk right in front of me. His name was Mr. Gregory Flinze and usually, he was a kind and fair, although strict man, who wasn't afraid to take on hormonal rage and drama. But right now, he probably wasn't the most pleasant man to be around. Or was it just because I was his latest victim? His arms were crossed, and his tiny glasses pressed all the way at the end of his nose. Give him a tall hat and a long beard and he'd be an angry Dumbledore! "Anything you want to say for yourself?"

I sighed. I honestly wanted to tell the truth. What they had done, just to see their shocked faces if I actually for once did tell the truth. But seriously, do you know how much trouble I would get into if I told the truth? As in getting my ass handed over to Homeland Security trouble!

But then again, I thought, as a brilliant idea struck me. This didn't have to be a bad thing.

"They started it," I defended myself with a smile, crossing my arms in front of me while sinking so deep into the chair as possible and stretching my legs out in front of me. "I just ended it."

I knew this irritated the shit out of him, but I kinda liked having the power over the Principal. I knew exactly what to say, to send him into a raging fit or blink and say sorry, turning him into pudding in my hands. Right now, I wanted him mad. I wanted to be sent home, so I could avoid Trevor. I didn't care about the cost.

"You beat the crape out of four freshmen boys," the Principal pointed out and held up a bunch of pictures that had been taken for insurance purposes. "It doesn't matter who started it."

Like a disappointed father, he slammed the papers down on his desk, probably hoping to make me flinch so I'd finally break down and tell the truth. But I'll never let my feelings show. So, all I did, was follow his moves, with a smirk on my face. As if I found this as funny as I kept telling myself that it was.

"Now, I'm only gonna ask this once and you better not lie to me," he continued, sitting down in his seat, trying to stare me down. Oh, a staring contest, I tried to humor myself, so I wouldn't have to look at the pictures in front of me or even the fact, that the man in front of me actually cared about me. He gave a damn about my well-being and believed I wasn't the monster I made myself out to be. And I was digging a sword into his chest.

"But have you had any sort of training? Like martial arts training?"

"No," I answered, not counting Dean's self-defense classes for 'martial art' or the fact that even as an omega, I was still stronger than your average human.

"Have you done drugs?"

"No."

"Don't you dear lie to me!"

"I never lie."

"Lesley," he warned me, hoping that a deeper and more threatening voice would work. "You always lie!"

"No. I. don't!" I barked back. What?! I didn't lie! "I just have a slightly more optimistic view of the truth."

I was shown out with a note in my hand. I looked at it once again, just to confirm that it was true, before sprinting down the halls.

"YES!"

I jumped down the stairs and hoped to be running home. The alpha command would last a week, and I just got myself suspended for a week! Which meant, that half the day, I could do whatever I wanted – which basically meant catching up on homework – and for the other half, I just needed to avoid Trevor until nightfall. And considering I knew his schedule; I knew exactly where not to be!

I was so caught up in my own celebration, that I didn't notice the car until it was too late. I was still airborne when my heart hit the deck. Fuck! This was gonna hurt.!

The car came to a screeching halt; brakes whining like a choirboy before finally coming to a full stop. I didn't watch my landing, so I fell flat on my face, only centimeters away from the blue hood. I literally could smell the gas and motor oil that got burned through, in order to stop.

I sighed in relief. Shit, that was close! And just as relief washed over me, it quickly was replaced with another feeling: anger! What. The. Fuck?! What was this car even doing here?! This was the path to our pack.

Outsiders were not allowed!

"Hey!" I yelled at the car stumbling back to my feet, making my hoody fall away from my face and revealing my long, curly blonds. I turned to the car, with fire in my eyes. "Watch it, asshole!"

I kicked the bumper. Childish, I know, but I was hoping it would make him turn around once he saw the dent I made. Guys and their toys, right?

For a split second, I made eye contact with the driver. Jerk! He was wearing sunglasses, but I knew he was looking back at me. Somehow, I could feel it. I don't know what it was – fear or rage – but even my wolf suddenly stirred uneasily in the back of my head. Ok, this is probably not the best time to just stand around.

Before the driver could react, I ran off and disappeared into the woods.

You may also like

A Falcone's Tainted Collection Novel Cover
7.8
After a brutal ambush leaves Seraphina crippled and discarded by her family, her arranged marriage to Marco Falcone is canceled. Cast aside as damaged, she finds an unexpected savior in Marco's brother, Dante, who offers her marriage and protection from her past humiliation. But a year later, Seraphina discovers a devastating betrayal: Dante and her own brother orchestrated the attack that ruined her, and she is nothing more than his captive property.
Fake Amnesia, Real Betrayal: I Left, He Crawled Back Novel Cover
8.3
In the fifth year of Irene Shaw's marriage to Ethan Hart, he was involved in a car accident and lost his memory. No matter how she tried to prove that they had once loved each other, Ethan still insisted on a divorce. His reasoning was hard to refute. "If I really loved you as much as you claim, how could I forget you?" The childhood sweetheart who had once cut him off without hesitation had now become his sole emotional anchor. He looked at Irene coldly. "Since you know this is a mistake, why not end it cleanly?" The hands that had once refused to let her go now recoiled from even her lightest touch. Disheartened and exhausted, Irene signed her name and pushed him completely out of her life. Not long after, Ethan stopped her in the rain, his eyes red from crying. "Irene, don't leave me. You said I'd never lose you." As the car window slid shut, the arm around her waist tightened instinctively, and someone spoke before she could. "Drive on. Irene said she doesn't know him." She lowered her gaze, feeling a serene detachment, "I really don't know him."
He Chose Childhood Sweetheart, I Married the Don Novel Cover
8.8
After a decade of devotion to Luca, the heir of the Galvani family, one minor incident leads to her being thrown into a cellar for three days. Tired of his constant defense of another woman and his dismissive cruelty, she finally decides to let go of her obsession. Instead of begging for his forgiveness, she accepts a proposal from the Don of the rival Ferrara family. As she prepares to become a Donna elsewhere, Luca realizes too late that his control over her has finally shattered.
Innocent Silesia  Novel Cover
9.3
No!" My voice rang loudly. "Like I said, this is the first time I've even been in this city." "Ah, I see..." His voice shifted. "I was going to give you a different punishment. But since you claim you haven't slept with me..." He leaned forward, his smile cruel. "Why not refresh your memory?" When Matteo's empire is shaken by betrayal, a stolen jewel, a night of seduction turned deception, his wrath is swift. He vows to hunt down the thief who dared to cross him. But fate delivers him the wrong girl. Silesia Elton is twenty-three, an orphan from the quiet seaside town of Averna. She comes to Bellmere chasing nothing more than a job, a chance, a future. Instead, she is mistaken for the thief who stole from the king. Kidnapped, accused, and punished, her innocence is shattered in a single night of cruelty. By the time Matteo realizes the truth, it's too late. Silesia is gone, leaving behind nothing but tears and the echo of words he has never heard before: "I don't want your money." But Matteo cannot forget her. Dreams of her innocence haunt him, stirring something he has never known, remorse. Guilt sharpens into obsession, and soon the man who swore never to chase anyone finds himself searching for the girl who slipped through his fingers. Meanwhile, Silesia struggles to survive in a city that devours the weak. Betrayed by the law, cast out by kindness, she is forced into the shadows, where every hand that offers help demands a piece of her soul. Yet even as she runs from the man who ruined her life, fate drives her back into his world. Caught between the two is Matias Loki, Matteo's twin, a man who hides warmth behind ambition and whose gentle eyes see in Silesia the light his brother cannot hold. But desire between brothers is dangerous, and Silesia becomes the spark that threatens to burn the empire down.
Just Some Madman I Don't Know Novel Cover
8.5
When the Donovan family falls, Willow is cornered by creditors. Her only savior is Cian Rourke, the man she once cast out, now the powerful Don of the Chicago Outfit. To clear her family's blood debt, she agrees to belong to him. Willow endures his cold humiliations with hollow obedience, shedding her pride. But when her debt is paid and she prepares to leave, Cian's icy composure shatters. Gripping her desperately, the ruthless Don demands to know why she no longer loves him.
Left For Dead, I Returned A Queen Novel Cover
9.2
My husband, a ruthless mafia Capo, brought his pregnant mistress to our anniversary party. He then ordered me to give her a blood transfusion, knowing my heart condition could kill me. As my life drained away, I knew my nine-year marriage was finally over. It was my ninth wedding anniversary, and I stood in an expensive gown, watching Dominick Reyes, a feared mafia Capo, celebrate with our guests. But the celebration wasn't for us; Dominick had brought Chastity, his pregnant mistress, and then publicly ordered me out of our master suite. Chastity, who had faked her pregnancy, then framed me for an attack. Dominick forced me to give a blood transfusion to Chastity, knowing my heart condition made it potentially fatal. As my blood drained from my veins, sustaining the woman who had stolen my life, I felt my consciousness fading, hoping I would not wake up. When I woke, Dominick had already paraded Chastity to a gala. He had drained me, used me, and then abandoned me in a hospital bed, breaking his promise of a divorce. I was nothing more than a debt payment, a pawn in his brutal game. Knowing he would never truly let me go, I calmly called a trusted contact. I would disappear from his world, become someone new, and this time, Dominick Reyes would pay.