Rejected Protector

I am a true pureblood Gamma. I come from ten generations of Gammas. To most people, that means nothing. To me, it means everything. I am a warrior. I was born to be a warrior like my father and mother, their fathers and mothers, and so on, as far back as 10 generations. My bloodline is pure. Our warrior gene is one of the strongest in the werewolf kingdom. My family has been the Gamma couple and lead warriors since the pack was founded over 1000 years ago. At seventeen, I am one of the strongest wolves in our pack. I can already win against fully grown wolves, both male and female. So far, my parents and the Alpha are the only ones who have won against me. The Beta and I are pretty even. Though I lose against him more than I win. Most members of the pack are proud of my strength and know that I will always use my strength to protect and train my pack. The future alpha does not like that I am more skilled and possibly stronger than him, especially since I am a female, better known as a

Trevor and I used to be friends. Our parents used to tease us about being mates when we grew up. We used to laugh about it, but all of that changed last year during sparring practice. I have beaten almost everyone that I sparred with, except the alpha and my parents and sometimes the beta. Trevor challenged me once last year since he was an alpha wolf. Trevor thought since I was a gamma wolf and female, he could take me down easily. He prides himself on being the strongest wolf. Initially, I was going to let him win. My mother had told me a while ago about the fragile egos of the males in our pack. Secretly, my mother is stronger than my dad and probably the alpha, but she always gives them a narrow win to keep the peace and balance in the pack. I was going to do the same, I swear I was. I was also going to take this opportunity to help him improve some of his fighting skills. Trevor has a tell when he is fighting. He tends to lead off with his left leg every time he is going to get a

“Wow, Trevor, did you see how Seleste just took my dad down. She is getting more and more impressive by the day. She truly has earned her position as the head warrior and part of the Elite 12. Can you believe she is one of the youngest members of the Elite 12?” Ben just could not stop singing her praises. “What are you, Ben, president of her fan club now? Okay, so she can fight, big deal. Is she even a she-wolf? No female should be able to fight like that and take down a full-grown beta,” I hissed at Ben. “Hey man, what’s gotten into you? I thought you all used to be the best of friends?” Ben asked. “We were friends, but I don’t need friends like her.” “Dude, she is going to be your Gamma. What is so bad about her? I think she is awesome. She is smart, beautiful inside and out, and incredibly strong. I hope she ends up being my mate.” Ben adds. “You can have her, Ben. I don’t want a mate like that. I want a mate like my mom. Soft, loving, and kind. Not a warrior.” “Um Trevor, you

This week is going by so fast. It’s Wednesday already. Tomorrow is my birthday. I’m both excited and terrified about finding my mate. I hope it is Shana, but honestly, I don’t feel a pull toward her. Convel has been fixated on Seleste. I must admit, I do feel a small connection to her. I just have to ignore it and stick to my plan. After Monday night at the diner, I asked Shana out on a date for the next night. I took her to a pleasant restaurant. My prospective mate deserves and expects the best. I hinted to her I may feel a slight pull toward her. We plan to hang out together tomorrow night just to see if she is my mate. I plan to ask her to be my chosen mate if the moon goddess doesn’t do right by me. “You better not,” Convel yells in my head. “I want my mate! No one else will do. If you even think about rejecting my mate for someone else, I will never speak to you again! Convel says. “I don’t care. I am doing what is best for our pack, no matter what. You can’t stop speaking to

Today is my birthday. I’ve been walking around the school hoping to smell that wonderful smell of my mate and, so far, nothing. I never even considered that my mate may not be from our pack. I think I have been in contact with almost every she-wolf under 25 in our pack. Shana ended up not being my fated mate After All, but we plan to still hang out tonight; especially since I have not found my fated mate amongst our pack. “I told you she was not our mate, but do you listen? No, you don’t. Instead of planning a date with a random she-wolf, you should look for our mate. Why did I get a human like you!” Convel says in a huff. “Look Convel, I know you want our mate. I want her too, but she may not be in our pack. We may not find her right away or she may not be the right one to be Luna, so I will keep dating Shana until I or she finds our mate.” I hope Convel will see things my way soon and stop fighting with me. Why can’t he understand that I just want to do what’s right for the pack?