The rejected kidnapped mate compl

Anyone would think that waking up to people screaming their names would get easier since they'd probably wake up to it every day for the rest of their lives.

It didn’t. I would know because I experienced it first-hand and for seventeen years.

“OLIVIA?!”

Seventeen years later and I was still experiencing it.

I stretched my legs and got out of bed. It was a routine I was used to.

They would scream and I would attend to their needs.

I listened for footsteps and immediately heard one. I straightened up and faced the door.

Only a few seconds later did the door open and I was met with my glorious brother's cocky smile. His arms were folded, and an arrogant look shone on his face. His body posture exuded the hatred he felt for me even though I was his sister.

“Breakfast isn’t set and the pack will soon wake.” He continued to stare at me in the most condescending manner I always associated with him.

My anger rose and I restrained it. My anger never did any good.

My back stung, the scars on it a reminder of the punishment I faced for defying him.

He had no manners and I had no strength. But at least he had a title that carried power and I was nothing.

Regardless of what I said, I was on the receiving side of the punishment so my words didn't matter.

“Right away,” I said. He stared at me before walking off. That was his way of reminding me about the punishment I would receive if breakfast was even a minute late. I started moving as soon as I could because if my mom got here, she wouldn’t use words.

I threw on the first clothing my hand landed on and made my way to the kitchen.

Clara, the only person I could call a friend in this entire pack, was already in front of the stove, mixing eggs.

“Hey, Olivia.” She called as a form of greeting. I walked up to her, hugged her, and took the bowl from her.

“Hey, mama. How’s the leg?” I asked, looking at the leg in question.

Clara's left leg got amputated during the last pack's attack.

Surprisingly, my father got the faerie doctor to craft a new one for her. To say Clara and I were surprised would be an understatement since we both knew how cruel my father could be.

Clara had laughed and said it was probably because my father always enjoyed the meals she prepared and didn't want to have another person cook for him. I didn't believe it.

But whatever the reason, Clara and I were grateful to him.

“It’s a bit weird, but it's starting to feel more natural.” She answered, tweaking the leg about a little to prove her point.

“That’s fae magic for you,” I said with a smile.

Clara clicked her tongue, pointing at the eggs. “The Alpha said scrambled eggs, so be sure to use the recipe he likes the most.” She told me and went to get the other meals ready.

I finished up the eggs and started with the bacon.

With the collaboration between Clara and I, we were able to finish breakfast in less than an hour. Good for us since that meant there was no reason for us to get punished early in the morning. But since the day had only just begun, there was a possibility that we could do something that would offend the higher-ups.

If we were really careful though, we weren't supposed to receive any punishments unless the young wolves decided to move mad like they did most of the time.

Clara rang the bell, signaling the servants and they all rushed in.

If I had been the one who rang that bell, the servants would not have arrived at such a short time.

Despite my father being the beta’s assistant and my brother being the deputy general, the servants still showed me no respect. Maybe it was because they knew my family hated me, so when Hannah pushed me aside to grab a tray of bacon, I did not mind.

Clara opened her mouth to speak and I placed a hand on her shoulder. They weren’t worth it.

Besides, reprimanding them didn't mean that they would change. I rolled my eyes when Hannah threw me a snotty glance. Clara tapped me, pointing at a tray of wine.

“Can you help me carry that in?” She asked. "Juan is sick, his mom just called me.”

“Anything for you, Clara,” I told and she gave me a sweet smile.

“You like to sweet talk me, Oivia,” Clara said and her smile turned into a full beam.

“Only because you deserve it,” I said as I picked up the tray. Then I winked at her before I made for the door.

I made my way to the luncheon hall, dropping the tray on an empty spot. Gillian, my brother, picked up one of the glasses without looking at me.

“The siege was successful. We met no difficulties.” My brother told the people on the table.

One wolf in a soldier outfit made a crude comment, launching the table into laughter. I shook my head internally, going to stand by a corner. That was the exact moment the Alpha walked in, along with my father and some other members of the pack. My dad gave me a sparse glance before he went to sit next to the beta. I sighed, looking at a space in the ceiling.

“They made scrambled eggs, your honor.” I didn’t have to look to know it was Kole who had just spoken.

She was the slut males went to when they needed a quick fuck. I just didn’t know the Alpha fucked with her untill now. The Alpha ran a hand down her spine, smiling.

“You told them. For that I am grateful.” He said before moving his hands away.

I must have not masked my disgust in time because the beta was in front of me before I could blink. His eyes were rumored to be ice, but I underestimated their cold gaze. They were like the ice forge frozen on a lake, a little crack and one could sink in, forever lost to the depth of the water it covered. I shivered a little under the cold stare.

“Lift your gown.” He commanded.

"What?" I asked, baffled. I was sure I heard the wrong words from him.

“Lift…up…your…gown.” He repeated, stretching each word more than necessary. I looked at him and saw his eyes daring me to disobey him. I thought about disobeying him, but then I realized that he was the beta, and disobeying an order from the beta might not just end in a punishment. I could lose my life over it. I bit my teeth as I lifted my gown. Those icy eyes dropped to my crotch.

Please don’t touch me. Please don’t touch me. I began to chant in my head.

“Isn’t this your daughter, Ferno?” I heard him ask my father. My eyes snapped to my dad and the look on his face broke my heart.

“She is not mine. She is my cousin's bastard daughter.” My father replied to the beta with a shrug.

The beta cupped my chin and forced me to look at him. “She seems to think differently.” He told my father.

“Do with her what you must.” My dad said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Oh, I intend to teach her manners.” The beta responded. The Alpha made a sound with his glass.

“Take her away. Some of us don’t appreciate a show while eating.” The Alpha said as a warning and the omega bursted into laughter.

“Speak for yourself, Kian.” The omega told the Alpha.

“You are welcome to follow them, Zayn.” The Alpha snapped back, but the omega just went on laughing.

The beta chuckled and looked back at me.

“Drop your gown and wait here.” He told me. I schooled my features to reflect nothing of what I felt as he walked back to sit next to the Alpha. Hannah slid up to me and I held in the urge to smack the bitch.

“You are so lucky. I heard the beta has the ultimate dick game.” She told me with a naughty smile and I gave her a blank stare. “You don’t want to fuck the beta?” She sounded baffled, but with Hannah, you never know. I looked away and ran smack into the omega’s stare.

“Can I join though?” He asked me. He said it in a very low voice, but everyone probably heard it with their wolf ears anyway.

"No," I responded in a loud voice, not caring if I got punished for refusing someone of a higher status. Hannah smacked my upper arm.

“Shut up! You are so fucking lucky, girl.” She told me and looked at me like I should be grateful I had two horny wolves who were hoping to get a piece of me on my back.

“You in grey, can I get another plate of bacon?” Gillian held up a plate in Hannah’s direction and she tugged on her gray sash.

“You give me deets later,” Hannah told, before she hurried away.

I rolled my eyes internally as she walked off and I let my gaze drift to the ceiling. These were the times I wish I had my wolf. I could feel her presence and do anything any normal werewolf could, but I had never once heard from her. I wondered why I'd never been able to communicate with my wolf.