Hazels Awakening The Lycans Heartbeat

~Hazel~

The moon goddess is a player.

There is no other reason why she would put two people from different classes together and make them mates. I am so convinced that she enjoys the show that goes down here.

She must love to have a lot of fun hurting werewolves' feelings.

It was the coming of age month when all the werewolves who hadn't gotten their mates went to this huge party with the sole aim of finding their mates. My best friend, who is an omega by the way, found out that her mate was a beta from another pack, but he rejected her coldly, with the excuse of not being up to standard.

Not him talking about standards with his duck face.

This is the reason I've prayed fervently for the past three weeks that my mate would be an omega, just like me, and he would love me forever. That was the only way that I could leave this hellhole that had been created for me by my step-parents.

I was still musing when I felt a kick to my shin. I cried out in pain, stumbling over the bucket of water that I'd been scrubbing the floor with.

"Watch it, skank! My foot insurance is worth more than your stupid life!"

I recoiled on the floor, my knees bleeding from the abrasion with the hard floor.

"Now, I've got the scent of a filthy omega on me. What will you do to atone for this, huh?"

I raised my head to see Freya, a beta-she wolf who has made it her mission to make my life a living hell in the Pack. For some reason best known to her, she saw me as a sort of competition.

Looking at me, I didn't see how I could compete with such a girl. Her red curly hair made her look like a character out of a Disney movie. She was tall and slender and had the sweetest voice. I, however, was her stark opposite. I was short and fleshy, my hair was short and tangled most of the time due to lack of care, and my voice wasn't lady-like either.

"I'm sorry, Freya." I apologized. "But you kicked me. Shouldn't you be apologizing for that?"

Oh, I also forgot to say that I have a loud mouth which always puts me in trouble somehow.

"Did you just talk back to me?" Freya gasped. "How dare a filthy omega talk back to a beta?"

I sighed in frustration. It was enough that I was here worrying myself about who my mate was going to be, and how he would react if he saw me tonight. I didn't have the energy to fight with Freya.

"Wasn't your mother an Omega before your father mated with her? You also have the blood of an omega running through your veins. So don't try to blow your trumpet"

Damm it.

This mouth of mine again.

The look on Freya's face told me that I'd bitten more than I could chew. Her face which was always angelic suddenly turned cold and menacing.

"You...You skank! How dare you"

Her hands were raised to hit me when a voice interrupted. It was as deep as the deepest canyon, filled with aura and authority. I didn't need to look before I knew that it was Alpha Ryder, the alpha of our Pack.

"What's the commotion all about?"

Immediately Freya heard Alpha Ryder's voice, tears started to roll down her eyes in chunks. She ran to Alpha Ryder and grabbed his arm, all the while shaking like a leaf in winter.

"Ryder, she pushed me. She pushed me and tried to attack me"

I was speechless. Totally stunned. I couldn't believe that this was the girl whose mouth had been running like a tap that had been let loose.

Just wow.

Her acting was so good that I found myself almost believing her. Maybe she should have considered a degree in acting and theatrics. It was a more suitable job for her than rolling around with the alpha in this pack.

"Is this true, Hazel?"

I slowly looked up into those brown eyes that had always seemed to trap my soul whenever I stared into them. That face that always had me in a chokehold. I swallowed, trying to ease my stupid beating heart.

"A-Alpha..." I finally croaked out.

"Have you suddenly gone dumb, Hazel? Did you attack Freya or not!"

Even though his tone was sharp and cold, I couldn't stop myself from melting inside. This was the first time that he had called me by my name. And oh, it sounded so good coming from him. It sounded like honey slipping through the pores of a honey spoon. So smooth.

I wondered if he decided that he would be calling my name after that kiss that we shared in the dark basement two weeks ago. I wondered if he remembered it the way that I had. I wondered if he had cherished it the way that I had.