Weekend Lover

Emerson POV,

Have you ever felt like an option in your life? I don't mean to say when you love someone and he treats you any less. What I'm saying is when the whole world is against you, you feel cornered right? I feel worse, there is no space in mind to retreat to.

As a wolf it means alot to me, I feel at the corner with all but myself. I raised my head from the palm of my hand where it had been buried like concrete for hours.

My leg hurts from running errands for Nicholas, as my eyes meet his sweat beaded my whole face and my heart bumped like it had hit a gallop into a loud thud.

"Pack weirdo! Get me a glass of water!" He yelled at me, he scrounged his brow with a mean glare.

And I hurried on my aching heels to serve him, our Alpha. I stepped closer with fear he might break my bones.

"What has gotten into you? Stop being sluggish and step closer." He tugged hard at my wrist as his words burned down my throat. "Who is going to save you now that I'm the Alpha?" He jerked the glass, the water in the glass spluttered and I stumbled falling on my back.

Laughter roared through the big enormous lounge, I looked to the side to escape another episode of mocking from my pack member but it never helped.

"She could barely see!" Nicholas mocked me with no emotion in his tone. "Stop glaring at me, your father made all of these for you right." He said dryly, reminding me of my dead parents.

"He is your father too." I try to remind him to watch his mouth, perhaps to annoy him the most.

It was true and it hurts me that I'm different too. When I was seven, I would play with other kids but they wouldn't buy me time when one of them stepped up and hit their palm to my chest cursing me or when I saw fangs at the corner ready to devour me. I think it was an illusion but even the adults at the training center hated my eyes. I never knew what it means to be different until my father passed away. I never knew what it means to have reptilian eyes among wolves. Parents are shields to every arrow- tears gushed out of my eyes.

I grazed my hand on the floor with the tears rolling down my eyes uncontrolled. Sometimes I miss my father and the other I have an anger inside of me as to why he brought this self-conceited BASTARD into the world.

"Back off!" I shout at his friend, a beta of our pack that offers me a helping hand.

When I got up. I felt a pull, it was not like anything I have ever felt. It burned like bruises and had my head standing against my follicles. As I bend backwards, I strived to move forward and break free but it will only give Nicholas the pleasure of seeing me in pain as he tightened his grip on my long butterscotch hair.

"At least this will scratch some sense into you. I hate to be reminded I have a sister, but I was patient enough. Imagine your little world has crumbled."

"Let go of my hair! Nicholas!" I blinked my eyes out, it was effortless, everyone in the lounge looked distracted by the drama that my feeling was nothing but an ant to them. Except for the show.

"Alpha! Not until you call me your Alpha."

I spit on the ground. "Never!" He yanked harder into my hair, I roared out, and the pain ran through me like I was shifting on a full moon.

"Help me… please." I mind-linked, it was useless, it reminded me of my father but he's no more, I have to stop this, no one is coming to my rescue.

"Bitch!" He drags me pulling out my hair.