Rejected To Be Your Second Chance

"Hey, you! Clean this shit up," I sighed and grabbed the bucket, and cleaned up the water that she had spilled on the floor. Just as I bent over, I felt another pour over my head.

"Oops, how clumsy of me," she laughed. I wiped it all up and drained the cloth in the bucket. When I got up, I wiped the sweat and water from my face and turned around. All I could imagine was wrapping my hands around their throats.

"Layla, get over here!" Oh, fuck me.

Alpha douchebag waved me over with that little finger of his. I could only imagine the pleasure of cutting it off, but I don't think the bucket is sharp enough to get a clean cut.

"Yes, Alpha?"

"Drop the attitude. You have one more job before you leave," I shook my head and dropped the bucket from my hand.

"No, I don’t; we said two hours a day, and my two hours are up."

"Did I ask if you're pleased?" he asked and stepped closer.

"No, Alpha."

"I need you to clean Missy's room and change the sheets," he said with a disgusting grin on his face.

"Why do I have to clean your girlfriend's room?"

"Because I told you to, and I am your Alpha. Which means you will obey the order. You’re the one that got yourself into this mess, so you better pay the price for it, and maybe next time you won't break the Beta’s nose." One week ago, I was outside minding my business and the Beta and their bitch clique came up to me. Most times, I could handle their bullying, but this time Alpha Sebastian tripped me in front of several of the pack members. He and his Beta pointed and laughed, and my hand just flew, and I watched as it made contact with the Beta’s nose, making a cracking sound as it broke.

For as long as I could remember, I was the one that Alpha Sebastian had it out for.

I remember being a child and playing around; he would shove me and hit me, and as we grew older, it became more violent and more dominating. Whenever I would hit back, I would get blamed because they couldn't have the others know that the Alpha got beat up by a girl. His parents were barely around, and when he was fifteen, they left for six months, leaving him in charge with the former Beta, my father.

His father was a power-hungry fanatic who stepped over anyone to get his way. His mother always just gawked over whatever diamond her husband bought her, and their two kids, Sebastian and his sister Elsa, were spoiled rotten.

I was in Missy’s disgustingly pink room. I changed the bedding and opened her window to air out the smell of sex and fluids.

After I stopped my third throw-up attempt, I walked out and closed the door and took a few deep breaths of fresh air.

"Are you done?" I groaned and looked at Alpha Sebastian coming down the hallway.

"I’m done," I said and tossed with my arms.

He walked up close, close enough for me to smell the herb mix he always drank because he thought it would help build strength.

"I’m glad; now wash those sheets, and then you’re done." I scoffed and looked at him dumbfounded.

"We never discussed washing in the deal. You’re joking with me, right? We have Omegas that wash,"

"Yes, we have Omegas, but I have you, and I'm asking you to wash them. Is that going to be a problem?" Say no, just fucking say no, and do it.

"No," I seethed.

"Great," he smirked and walked away.

I tossed the sheets into the machine and closed the lid.

The machine ran, and I jumped up on the table and waited for it to be done. My phone rang, and I saw my older sister’s name light up.

"Hey, what’s up?" I asked and swung my legs.

"Where are you? Dinner is ready,"

"I’m doing laundry,"

"Was that part of the deal?"

"Nope,"

"Damn, you pissed him off, huh?" Tracey said, sounding a little glum.

"Yeah, you know, I think it started that day when mom went to the hospital, and I came out of her. I'm a hundred percent sure that that’s when the hatred began." She laughed on the other line, and I lifted a brow.

"Whatever, just get home soon, alright? And if he tells you to do something else, just break his nose and take the punishment for it—Tracey!" My mom scolded her in the background.

"I mean no, don't do that, just get home before the dinner gets cold."

We hung up, and the machine beeped. I put it on the shortest program and then tossed it in the dryer, and then I left.

On my way home, I saw a flyer taped to a lamp pole.

"Meeting of Alphas," The meeting of Alphas was a pretty big deal, and I had no freaking clue how our pack got the honor of hosting it this year.

"Hey, I'm home!" I walked around the corner into the kitchen and saw my sister and her mate going to the counter. His tongue was snaking into her mouth, and her hands were trailing down his body. The shiver I felt was the only thing that made me realize that I was seeing this and that it wasn't a nightmare.

"Guys, come on! We have like four bedrooms; use one!" Tracey turned her head, and her mate just started kissing down her neck as she looked glum.

"Don’t be jealous; you’re gonna find your mate soon. You’re getting your wolf in just a few days." She said and smiled widely in pure joy. Three days to be exact. I had been counting them down to the second, and I couldn't wait. Not because I would find my mate, but because I could finally fight with the others.

We sat down around the table. I saw my dad’s hand snake around my mother's waist, and I gagged.

"What is up with all of you? You’re acting like you can't stop touching each other; it’s gross,"

"Honey, it’s the heat. You know what that does to werewolves," my mother said and looked lovingly into my father's eyes.

"You’ll feel it too, so you better stay inside the next few days," Tracey said. Male wolves during heat season were nothing to play with.

All I saw on the streets the next day was people going at it. In the midst of them all planning for the meeting of the Alphas, they would pause the painting to lick each other’s faces.

I walked up the wooden stairs in the pack house and down to Alpha Sebastian's room and knocked on the door but didn't get an answer.

"Hello?" I screamed.

"Come in!" I opened the door and gasped.

"Ah, fuck, Sebastian!" She moaned.

"Shut up; we have a guest," his hand was entangled in Missy’s hair, and he pushed her head down to his exposed length.

She took it in her mouth and started sucking him off.

I turned my head and put a hand on my stomach when I felt the dinner from yesterday fighting its way up.

"No need to be shy; you can join us if you’d like." He flicked his tongue and groaned when she took him deeper.

"What do you need me for?" I asked with my head still turned.

"The Omegas need help decorating for Friday. You’ll help them for the rest of the week. Everything should be perfect for when the other Alphas arrive," he groaned.

"Yes, Alpha."

"Oh, and Layla, if it isn't perfect and precisely as I have asked, you’ll bear the weight of the consequences." Of course, I would.