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The rejected mate and her Professor

The rejected mate and her Professor

Words seamster

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Beverly Orton is a weak Omega wolf with hidden magical powers. She's rejected by two different wolves, one for being weak and the other rejection due to her the fact her mate had picked a chosen mate. What happens when she's given a third chance mate? Will she honour the bond or fight it?

Chapter 1 Chapte

"Hey leave my sister alone", my brother yelled from afar running towards me, saving me from the impending doom that was to be my fate.

I have always been a victim of bullying due to my small stature and older wolves placed bets on my wolf being an omega when I came of age.

"What did she do to deserve this torture you ment on her daily?" He asked, pulling me up and cleaning the dirt off me while they ran off.

My brother Kai is the only surviving immediate family member I have and has been an absolute hero. I sometimes feel like a burden in view of the fact that he literally lives his life for me.

No one enjoys being a burden, hence the seed of self doubt and fear of my peers sown deep down somewhere in my heart. Something in me feels stronger than I act or live but whenever I try to summon up the strength I feel, it is met by a brick wall rendering me weak again.

"Are you alright?" He asked, touching my arm while examining my face.

"I'm alright", I responded, trying to be brave while I wince and groan inwardly in order to keep him at peace from worrying.

"That's a relief, I want you to go into the house and lock yourself in till I return", he said watching me go to our house before leaving for the pack house.

I got in successfully and watched my brother shift into his wolf form running off. Finding a chair at the counter, I sat and thought about the events of the day and what could have happened if the guys were fortunate enough to go through with their plans of public molestation. My eighteenth birthday is a few days away and I can't wait to prove everyone wrong, only then can I be free from them.

Thanking my stars, I picked myself up from the chair, heading to my room feeling safe, little did I know it was the beginning of chaos. Opening the door to my room, I found an exasperated Molly, who must have snuck in through my window. Today isn't just my day, I thought to myself shaking while I looked back at her.

"How dare you seduce the man I want openly?" She asked fuming. If it was a time for jokes I would tell you there were smokes coming out from her head, but instead I replied quietly, debunking the accusation.

"I did no such thing,your man and his friend came onto me".

"Liar"

"You will pay for taking his attention away from me and your brother won't be able to find you,nor will he be able to smell me , as I have a scent blocking portion on".

That was the last thing I heard till I was dragged out of my ajar window away from the pack to an unknown destination.

You might be wondering why I'm not fighting back, but my struggles are nothing to her brawn, I can only wish my brother finds me on time.

Getting to the destination I'm thrown and locked into a small dark room with just a bed and a window. I could feel my skin sting as a result of a little scrape on my skin from the force of the contact with the hard floor.

What could I have possibly done wrong to warrant being kidnapped? I thought to myself as I walked towards the bed using the brightness from the window as the only source of light.

In hushed tones ,I could hear voices discussing a price for a certain female that has just been brought in. Where could this place be? Am I in a brothel, what business do I have with a brothel I wondered as I listened further.

"Yes we threw her into the room few minutes ago, she's on a yellow gown, you can have your way with her but you must pay first, and if she gives you trouble, their are chains on the bed to subdue her, though word from her captor is that she's weak and hasn't gotten her wolf yet". The voice concluded.

I looked down at myself and found myself in a yellow gown, noting further that I was thrown here some minutes ago as the informant so rightly delivered. Rushing to the bed I found chains and shook in horror from the knowledge of what was about to happen to me.

Approaching footsteps were getting louder and louder and it could only be to one direction, Me.

Keys were jiggling signifying the unlocking of the door. Walking in with a smirk was someone I didn't expect to see.

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