The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 1

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I always thought that turning eighteen would be this monumental point in my life. I thought I would wake up and finally get my wolf like everyone else.

But when I woke up this morning, it all felt the same.As a stripper, they already have enough to despise me for, but as a runt, I am the bane of their existence, the worst thing that could ever happen to a werewolf.

It was already late, so I rushed over to the club that I usually work. It is situated at the other side of town. It is strictly a werewolf bar, but the occasional human stumbles across it once in a while.

It screams money and sophistication and most of the people who come here are higher ranking wolves who are tired of work and want to unwind by watching a woman dance all over them.

I was lucky to even get a job here; they wouldn’t hire omegas like me but the owner- Rick took a firm liking to me. He said I had the body of a stripper; slim waist, perky boobs and a round ass. He hired me on the spot, on the only condition that ninety percent of my profits go back to him.

“Someone has personally requested you for a private dance,” he said as he sat next to me, “It’s a party with some kids and they want you to dance.”

“Do I know them?” I asked but he waved off my question.

“That’s not important,” he assured me with a hand on my shoulder, “If you do this; you will be walking home tonight with two hundred dollars from that private dance alone; and I’ll even let you take home twenty percent of your profits today.”

I bit my lips as I thought about it. This is the best offer I can get right now. With that amount, I can finally get new shoes because my old ones are ripping apart seam by seam.

“I’ll do it.” I agreed and his smile widened.

“They’re in room ten,” I started to rise but he grabbed my arm, “These are powerful people Camilla; you will do whatever it takes to make sure that they are happy.” I nodded and he let go of me.

I took steady breaths to calm myself and made my way into the rooms

My excitement dulled the feeling of anxiety bubbling in me. I thought nothing could possibly make me rethink my decision until I opened the door and saw the people in there- Lisa, Peter and Chris.

They are the best friends or should is ay, squad of the future Alpha, Tyson Woods. They are also my biggest bullies in the pack. Speaking of Tyson, I can’t see him here. I had half a mind to run out of the room but they had already seen me.

“Do you think Tyson will love his present?” Peter asked with a sadistic grin on his face.

“I think he’ll like it better if she was naked.” Chris threw out, “Go on runt, strip.”

I forced back the bile in my throat and did as he asked. I tried to remind myself that this was a good deal and I couldn’t ruin it or Rick would fire me. By the time I was naked; all guys were staring at me with list in their

eyes.

“For a runt you sure do have a great body,” Chris mused

“You’re not allowed to fuck them, Chris,” Lisa said with an eye roll, “Go dance on the pole or something.”

I mechanically moved my legs over to the pole. I had just climbed the platform when the door opened and a scent I had never smelled before filled my nose. It was something I couldn’t explain but it had an

undertone of familiarity to it.

It hit me like a freight train just as I heard someone say, “Mate.”

There was a collection of gasps, followed by a loud squeal as Lisa rushed to her feet and ran towards the door.

“I knew it Tyson,” she threw herself into his arms; “I knew we were mates.”

“Not you,” he said as he threw her off.

A frown marred her beautiful features and that was when everyone seemed to remember I was in the room because all eyes turned to me. Their expressions were comical at best because each person had a different expression on their face.

Chris looked downright amused, Peter looked confused, Lisa was furious and embarrassed and Tyson, I forced my eyes to meet my mate’s and I wasn’t prepared for the hate and disgust that I saw swirling in his pupils

I stayed frozen, I didn’t even dare breathe. The atmosphere was so tense that you could cut it with a knife and it felt like a ticking bomb that could detonate at the slightest provocation.

After a beat of silence, Lisa spoke, “You have got to be kidding me,” she all but screamed, “This runt is your mate and I’m not.”

That seemed to snap everyone out of their stunned state because Chris burst out laughing. He laughed like someone who was drunk on happiness or wine. His shoulders shook and tears escaped his eyes.

“So what happens now, Tyson?” he teased, “Are you going to take her to daddy dearest?”

“Fuck no,” Tyson spat, “Why would I want a useless runt as a mate?” I took that as my cue to leave and I started to get down from the platform but I was stopped, “Where are you going??

“I was,” I stuttered as I faced my mate, “I thought I should leave.”

Tyson laughed this time, a mocking sound of amusement, “Someone paid for your time; do you really think I’ll let you walk away without enjoying it first?”

“Tyson,” Lisa began.

There was an undercurrent of fear in her voice and I realized what her problem is. Lisa and Tyson have been friends with benefits for a long time and she thinks that if he is in my presence for too long, then he will leave her for me.

“Don’t worry babe, I wouldn’t touch her with a ten inch pole,” he pulled her to his side, “If I’m correct, Chris paid for her time. So he gets to have his fun with her.”

My cheeks burned as embarrassment crawled up my spine. There is nothing more disgraceful than your saying he wouldn’t touch you and practically throwing you into the arms of someone else.

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“What are you waiting for Camilla?” Chris asked as he spread his legs, “I’m waiting for my private dance.”

I fought tears the entire time I was in that room. I didn’t dance for just Chris, I also had to dance for Peter and it felt disgusting to have them freely touch me while Tyson sat in the corner of the room making out with Lisa.

As soon as the two hours were over, I rushed to pull my clothes on. The

way I hurried to put them on, you would think I was being chased. I had gotten to the door when I was stopped by Chris‘ voice.

“You’re a great dancer,” he said, “I think I’ll be visiting here more often.” He turned to Tyson, “You don’t mind that, do you? She is your mate after all.”

I saw his actions for what they were; he was trying to goad Tyson. Tyson realized it too the moment I did. His friends would never let it go that his mate is a lowly omega. Knowing Tyson, his pride and ego was bruised today, and Chris isn’t letting it slide.

“I, Tyson Woods of the Two Moons pack, rejects you Camilla as my

mate.” He practically spat the words at me, “Accept it or reject it, I don’t give a fuck.”