chapter 2

Roxanne's POV :

"For a Beta, you sure talk big," I said coldly.

As it was, I was slowly losing my calmness.

"So what if I am a Beta? Should I be scared of you?" Larson asked in a mocking tone.

"Oh well," I whispered, then took a few steps closer and stood in front of him.

"You should fucking run," I said in a serious, husky voice as my wolf came through.

He inhaled sharply, then uncomfortably lowered his gaze to the ground.

"Did you not hear me, loser? I said...."

A hand on my shoulder made me turn with a loud growl.

When my eyes met my father's angry gaze, my wolf quickly retreated.

"What is going on, Roxanne?" he asked seriously as I sighed heavily.

"Dad, we were just having a little fun," I muttered, then glanced at Kyle who was upstairs looking down at us with his arms folded.

"Did you snitch on me?" I asked him seriously through our pack's mind link.

"What if I did?" he asked back teasingly.

"You little fucking piece of..."

"Uh, uh. No cursing, young lady!" Father said firmly.

I frowned for a second when it hit me. I was using the pack's mind link.

"Genius, you used the pack's mind link and yes, I snitched," Kyle answered, then went upstairs laughing.

That little brat! Why was he usually against me when he was supposed to have my back?

"I'm sorry, Dad," I said in a low tone.

"You know who you should apologize to," he said, then smiled and pressed his hand on my cheek to encourage me to do it...

"But, Dad," I whined and pouted.

"Always remember, being an Alpha Queen doesn't make you any different from your pack members. We are all family," he whispered, then looked at Larson seriously before turning and going upstairs.

I hated it a lot when Kyle snitched on me because our mother or father often came to scold me, and there was no way I would win against them.

Although my father was just an alpha, my wolf, the Alpha queen in me, greatly respected and looked up to him in whatever he did. Besides that, we loved him a lot.

"Hey, you need to apologize to him," I told my wolf silently, who huffed and retreated into our subconscious.

She hated apologizing to anyone, but mostly to Larson because she despised him.

I, too, found him annoying, and it was unbearable to be around him.

Larson was the only child of Uncle Neo and Aunt Toni. Although he was just a beta, he was so full of himself. Just because we were a year apart in age, he showed no respect toward me and usually made stupid jokes around me that I found totally offensive.

And that was only half of the things he did.

He often went around telling his friends and some warriors how I was the type of woman men like them should stay away from.

I understood that most men loved fragile, delicate, well-mannered females. They adored the damsel in distress type. But when it came to me, I was the actual opposite. I was more of going out there and fighting my way out of the castle, the type to never need a prince. I was typically loud and very outgoing. Furthermore, I loved training with warriors and taking jogs outside our pack borders. Not only that, but I also loved to help out wherever I could with hard labor chores.

Furthermore, I loved riding my motorcycle and just connecting with nature. My best friend was my younger brother Kyle because we shared the same interests in most things. I had a few friends back when I was a teen, but when Larson began to run his mouth, they stopped hanging around with me.

Since we were kids, Larson and I were so close that most people predicted us to be mates.

He was my first crush, and according to him, I was his too. But then we never got to confess to each other because we were waiting for the time we would come of age and feel the mate pull.

As we grew up, we had each other's backs and did a lot of things together, like painting and arrow shooting.

On my sixteenth birthday, I was very nervous because it was my coming of age when my wolf would recognize her mate. Hours went by, and there was no mate pull between us. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. That's why I lied to him that my wolf wasn't fully awakened, and he easily bought it, although it was a lame lie.

Then the next year, his birthday came, and that's when it all went wrong! He realized that I wasn't his mate and that I was lying about my wolf. To avoid losing him, I made the mistake of confessing how I felt to him, and I ended up kissing him, hoping he felt the same way as I did. But I was wrong because the very next day, he started avoiding me. He wanted nothing to do with me.

At first, I assumed he was shy until I began seeing him hang out freely with other girls while avoiding my gaze and making sure we never crossed paths.

As years went on, I grew up seeing the only man I had interest in mock me for not being the shy, innocent, humble type of girl he liked. He laughed at me behind my back and called me names like ugly or manly, which badly hurt my feelings.

The beautiful feelings I felt whenever he was around me began to change, and with time, I hated the sight of him, which I'm sure he noticed because he began looking at me more as I avoided his gaze. Whenever I went out with my brother, he was there, telling me how he had followed him because they were very close buddies.

At first, it usually got to me, and I began being cold and angry at him. As it was, he was more of my enemy than my pack member, and my parents knew nothing about how I felt. Then I completely lost interest in him and treated him as if he was a stranger.

All I knew and felt grateful for was the fact that he wasn't my mate.

I was about to walk out of the room when he grabbed my wrist.

"Roxanne," he called softly.

"What is it?" I asked without looking at him.

"Won't you apologize to me?" he asked.

I turned and faced him seriously. He really knew how to make me furious.

"In your dreams. You were the one who pissed me off when you pulled my hair," I pointed out.

"I didn't pull it deliberately. I was just trying to remove a spiderweb from it," he answered at the top of his voice.

What did he take me for? A fool.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I muttered under my breath, then turned and went upstairs.

"Roxanne, Roxanne!" he screamed as I ignored him and went straight to my room, throwing myself on the bed once I was in.

He was an asshole who always had excuses to bring to the table every time he did something offensive.

A knock on my door made me groan loudly and sit upright.

"Come in," I said softly after I had inhaled my mother's beautiful scent.

The door opened, and she walked in.

She looked at me for a second, then sat down, taking the spot next to me.

"Are you still upset?" she asked softly, then brushed my hair back with her fingers.

"Did Kyle tell you about my fight with Larson?" I asked seriously.

"Yes, he did," she answered honestly.

"Ah," I screamed in frustration, then threw myself on the pillow, closing my eyes.

"Mother, your son acts more like an Omega than an Alpha. How could he gossip this much?" I asked.

"Sweetie, he is only concerned about you. That's why he told me and your father what happened," she answered.

If only she saw Larson the way I saw him, it would have been better.

"I think Larson likes you. That's why he usually picks fights with you," she said.

I quickly opened my eyes and then burst out in laughter.

"Mother, that guy hates me. There is no way he likes me," I said between laughter.

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you," she answered as my laughter faded.

"I feel sad for him because at his age, he still doesn't have a mate. If he did, I would have been free from his mockery," I whispered softly.

"Honey, you don't have one as well, and he doesn't really mean it every time he offends you," she pointed out.

I knew well that I was mateless too, and that was the only reason why I felt lonely and sad most of the time. I was already past the normal age of finding a mate.

Likewise, I was past the age of twenty and still mateless. I guess that was the only thing Larson and I shared between us.