Filed To Story: Fated is Overrated Novel Free by Brenda Minnaard
Still trying to catch my breath and steading myself to get up, I get knocked down again. Luckily, this time my hands were still on the ground to prevent my face from getting hurt again. “What the actual f*ck?!” I scream out, not even knowing who was shoving me down. I turn around on my back, leaning on my elbows to face Ashton in front of me. He must be the one to have pushed me. Behind them is their entire posse, Melissa smiling like a mad man at the sight in front of her and clinging to Chris’ side. “what the f*ck Ashton?!?!” “woops sorry, you looked like you needed a push in the right direction”. I hear Chris chuckle and my anger is rising rapidly. “What the f*ck have I ever done to you besides existing?” “watch your mouth b*tch, don’t ever forget your place in this pack, which is below our feet on the gravel where you are now. You need to be taught a lesson on how to control that mouth of yours. You should be thanking me on your knees that this is all the punishment I’m giving you”. What the f*ck is their problem with me? I have never done anything wrong to any of them. “Punishment for what exactly? Please enlighten me”. As I feel a fist connecting to my face, slamming the back of my head hard against the ground, I hear him say “I don’t need to tell you anything you wh*re! One more word out of you and it’ll be your last”.
I look up slightly to see Chris smirking, enjoying seeing me bloody and beaten on the ground. Not to mention all the rest who are downright laughing and urging Ashton on to punch me further, which he takes them up on and lands a few more blows right on my temple, causing me to feel light-headed and faint. Oh goddess, how I wish I were stronger and could beat these *ssholes…. I knew what he was trying to achieve and as I see my vision start to go black, I know he has succeeded and I start to slip into unconsciousness.
I wake up very slowly from a continuous vibrating sensation in my pocket, which must be my phone, but I have no energy left in me at the moment to grab for it. Still feeling dizzy, faint and most of all pain across my face, I try to prop myself up on my elbows. The bright sunlight really isn’t helping with the splitting headache I am feeling. How ironic though, I thought this year might be better. They have never beaten me up this badly. It makes me wonder why they are kicking it up a notch now. Taking a few minutes to adjust myself to a sitting position, I notice the sun is up high in the air – how long have I been lying here unconscious? I could have literally died if a rogue came across me now, unconscious and the easiest prey ever to kill. I check my watch and see it is 11:30 AM already, which means I have been lying here for more than 3 hours now! I need to get up and start making my way home before either a rogue finds me or the *ssholes come back to go for another round.
I slowly work my way back up to my feet and start to stumble back towards my home. My phone rings again and this time I take the time to actually look at it. I have tons of messages from Nadia and Jason asking where I am and if I’m okay, along with some calls. To avoid them coming to search for me in recess, I decide to reply “I’m okay guys, sorry, I wasn’t feeling well for a while. But am okay now”. Which is technically not a lie! I am a very very poor liar and Nadia and Jason know it. If they press me further – which I am sure they will – I will most likely just not reply to their questions so I won’t have to lie. They’ll see my face tomorrow anyway and I will most likely spill the beans then, but for now I don’t want them to worry and just focus on school. It’s not like they can do anything against the Alpha heir anyway.
I wonder if I should tell the Alpha about this though, but then again, I’m sure the next time they get their hands on me – and they will – they will make me disappear for good without a trace. It would be better to keep my mouth shut and await my time to flee. Having my wolf in only a few more weeks from now would at least also help my healing process if they smash me up again. I already feel bad for the wolf that gets to be stuck with the likes of me, sigh.
Just when I have gotten a bit of distance between where I was beaten up and where I am walking home to, I hear some growling in the distance behind me. Finding the nearest tree to hide behind, I see a wolf coming out of the forest and walking to the spot where I had just laid and soiled the ground with my blood. Oh gosh, I hope this wolf can’t smell my bloody body over here!
Lola POV
I check the wind and it seems to be blowing in another direction than right at him, so I should be okay for now. I don’t recognize the wolf and I recognize all of our warriors and ranked wolves. The fur on this wolf is a bit sticky here and there, it doesn’t look well groomed, so I am assuming this is a rogue. My first ever rogue encounter and it has to be when I am in a badly beaten state, probably unable to defend myself. F*ck. “Try to keep calm and collected Lola” I whisper to myself whilst watching the rogue sniffing around thoroughly on the ground where I had laid a few minutes ago. My mind is already working overtime thinking what would have happened if I had still laid there unconscious, when I see a second wolf approaching the first. Watching with high expectations at how this is going to unfold and fully expecting them to fight. To my surprise, the wolves seem to know each other and no fight breaks out. Which is weird, because as far as I know, rogues mostly operate solo unless they are mates. That could be the case though, as it is too far for me to see them properly. I decide I don’t want to stick around and find out, so I slowly back my way up through the forest.

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