Her rejection, His Regret: Part One

ousand pieces, and I felt a physical ache in my body as pain penetrated through me. "There is no competition here." Mora piped up as she wrapped herself around me, fated mate. That hu

I know that things would be different if he were here. Miller had been made alpha when our previous alpha fell seriously Unwell. He had been a good leader for our pack. Nobody picked on me around him, and I felt safe, but now that Miller was the alpha, it was apparent that he would take Mora as his chosen mate and Luna. I knew he would never accept me as his mate. I was nowhere near as perfect as Mora. Although I learned early to fight and train with my brother, he taught me everything that he knew, and that's why I never got beaten, just teased constantly. Aly was convinced they feared me since my brother was one of our best fighters in the pack. My parents did not want to let me go off to train as a fighter, and they felt I was better off at home. Daniel told me they were just worried I would be better than him. Aly poked me to bring me back to reality. I shook my head and smiled to let her know I was fine. Even though inside, I was a burning mess of emotion and pain. Stupid arse. Why did he have to be my mate? For years, I had dreamt of finding my mate and being happy away from this sorry excuse of a pack. "Isla, are you ok?" She repeated for the millionth time. "Thanks, Aly, but I'm fine." She helped me up, and I brushed myself off. "Well, if you're sure. I must get back to work now." She said sadly before hurrying to load more dishes into the vast dining hall. Miller was throwing a big party in celebration of the beta's birthday. We shared a birthday, but mine was never as important as his. I was not bothered anyway; dressing up and the fancy parties bored me. We were one of the largest packs in America, and our neighbouring packs were also coming along, so it would be very packed. My sister was so excited to dress up and had no time for me, so I didn't bother her. I headed to my bedroom and locked the door. Sitting on my bed, I thought about how much better life would be without me in this pack. What good was I for it when I'd been rejected and would soon be an even bigger laughingstock? The word would quickly get around: the godly alpha miller rejected that fatty Isla. I hated that he was so good-looking and couldn't help but feel a little sad. I took a bath and stared at myself in the mirror. I wished that I was as pretty as the other wolf. I was just destined to be an unmated she-wolf with nothing to offer. "Isla, our mate is an idiot." My wolf, Cleo popped up in my mind. I smiled to myself and agreed. I got my wolf at sixteen, and we usually can meet and find our mate from the age of eighteen upwards, although some don't find them until a bit later. Unfortunately for me, my mate was a complete arse. Even Miller Wolf was as selfish as he was. The knock on the door made me jump; my sister Cora was on the other side. "Isla, let me in now." She sounded annoyed, so I opened it and let her in. She was dressed up in a blue tight-fitting dress. Her long hair was curled and tied to the side of her head. She looked beautiful, but the frown on her pretty face made my heart sink slightly. "What's this that alpha Miller is your mate?" She confronted me, causing