Rejected And Wanted By The Alpha

Jason's pov

“Hahaha…,”

The mocking laugh of Jason sounded heavy causing my heart to boil, but I kept my head bowed low. I said nothing as he threw various insults my way. It wasn't like I was okay with it, I had nothing to do with him and that was something he knew.

Being the son of the alpha, Jason did whatever he wanted with no regards to the feelings of others.

“You know you are an ugly duckling. Where don’t you push yourself off the cliff and die, and save us the stress of staring at your ugly face always? ‘’ He continued to taunt.

“If I’m that unsightly to you, why don’t you go and bury your face in a hole and stop getting on the nerves of everyone?” Unable to bear it anymore, I sneered back at him.

“What!!!” With his eyes wide as saucers and his nose flaring up, I knew I had just pissed him up.

Looking around the little corridor of the pack house which he had cornered me into, I tried looking for an escape route.

But unfortunately, there was none because the animal in front of me had expected it and used his whole blurry figure to block my escape route.

“How dare you!!” Gritting his teeth hard, he grabbed onto my neck and squeezed hard, as if to squash my throat.

“Mmm…..” my eyes flew wide in panic as I flare my hands.

As the second passed by, I could feel my life flashing in front of my eyes.

“You think because you dad is the beta of the pack, I dare not do anything to you, huh?” His eyes staring daggers at me, he asked, his hands still squeezing harder.

Was this how I was going to die? I haven’t found my mate yet, and I can’t just leave dad alone.

No…no…, I can’t just leave like that, I still have a lot of things that I wanted to do.

With this thought running through my mind, I began scratching and slapping hard at him. But everything I did seemed to be like an ant kicking an elephant. It had no impact.

At that moment when I thought my life was over someone ran hastily to our side, and seemed to mind linking with Jason, which had him releasing his hands from my neck and dashing away without even sparing my already fallen and limp body a glance.

Breathing as much air as my lungs needed, I tried stabilizing myself.

“You are going to pay, Jason,” I said to myself, before dusting myself and making my way back home, which was located at the far end of the pack lands.

I'd rather stay home and study in my mini lab, but my dad won't let me... He would always say.

“Annabelle dear, you need to go out and make friends. You need to associate with your peers.”

It’s not like I wouldn’t love to make friends with everyone, it’s just that no one wants to make friends with me. I’m considered bad luck by the pack. Except, from Jason, every other person stays far from afraid of the wrath of my dad if they dare to bully me. The only thing they could do was gossip in hushed voices saying all kinds of stuff about me.

“I heard that she killed her mom with her poison, that she’s a witch.” I had caught one of the pack members saying.

How ridiculous, right?

As a werewolf, I am gifted in healing and from a young age, my dad had told me that I might become the next pack healer, and that got me studying hard.