Hey Zombie (a rejected mate story)

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Sophie Harris.

I'm the daughter of Theresa and Charles Harris, beta and beta female of Novem Unum. From Latin it's roughly translated as The Ninth Unity. We're one of the oldest and strongest known packs of werewolf kind.

Despite having all odds in my favor I became an orphan three years ago when my parents were slammed by a drunk driver on the freeway. My older brother Blake was in the backseat and he survived one of the greatest tragedy's of our pack's history, losing both the both beta's in one accident.

Unfortunately though, Blake's never been the same. He's just been ignoring me all this time. He closed up and never talks to me anymore. He was always the best big brother. He took care of me and helped me to sleep when I couldn't and fought away the 'monsters in my closet' but ever since then, he just shut me out.

I wish he would let me back in. He walks around school with a smile but I can hear him cry at night through the thin walls of our house. And me? I guess I became the literal shell of the person of who I used to be.

I don't talk, I don't cry. I don't do anything which in turn became a game among my peers at school. Whoever gets a reaction out of me gets I dunno, bragging rights, I guess. To be honest life's just been going down hill. I mean I guess you'd think after going down hill there's a point where it just reaches flat land and can't dip lower but boy, oh boy, it just keeps surprising me by getting shittier and shittier.

When I get to school it's usually teasing and wads of crumpled paper chucked at my face but I've had tomatoes, gym shoes, mustard and sriracha, even old hotdog water from the cafeteria chucked at me so crumpled paper doesn't seem so bad anymore. Sometimes there'd be a couple of shoves here and there.

Everyone in the hallway always had a fair amount of laughs when I was around. I just walk there emotionless and apathetic. A skill that takes many years to master. Hence the nickname everyone seems to know me by, zombie. I earned it at the end of freshman year and I'm a junior now and surprise surprise! It's still there.

In all honesty-I'm a quirky girl with a bright personality and a weird sense of humor and sometimes forgets how to spell 'bourgeoise'. But I guess nobody really knows that since I'm now 'Zombie, the freak of the century'.

Today however started like a normal day then became total shit when I was late for class and while walking down an empty hallway Caden Walker bumped into me and I felt tingles go down my spine. Caden Walker, in-line alpha.

Suddenly he smells amazing and In my head there are fifty reasons at once stating why we were perfect for each other. By the look on his face I take it he felt the same. Until suddenly he looks at me I just stabbed his dog, "Fuck! Why? I can't believe this shit. You're my mate?!"

For the first time in a while the words got to me and sting like a bitch. I knew what was coming up and I just wanted to throw up. It felt like I threw myself off a cliff and fell to the bottom, only to get revived and have to relive that falling moment for all eternity. Basically, it totally sucked.

"Look I'm sure that whoever is up there omnisciently controlling the world around us made a mistake, no way can I be paired with some zombie chick. And I'd rather not spend my life with you. Sophie Harris, I reject you as my mate."

Ouch. Like MAJOR ouch.

I feel like my heart had been ripped out and torn into shreds then stuffed into a box and locked then threw into the ocean where nobody can ever fix it. So yeah, again it totally sucks.