Alpha Hell (The Rejected Mate #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,4

the air dies in my lungs.

“Is that… any way… to treat a lady?” I choke out, unsure why I’m using my last breaths to anger him further. Then again, the fury burning on his gaze does make my sacrifice worth it. Besides, it’s not like I’m unused to assholes like this one asserting their authority over me. Alphas love putting unruly wolves like me in their place.

Too bad I’ve never quite learned how to stay in mine.

Despite the black spots seeping into my vision, I stare up at him, wondering what exactly he’s going to do. One thing is for sure—this dickwad has solidified my desire to leave his pack as soon as possible. I’ll never follow an alpha who treats their packmates this way.

“Do you want to die, half-breed?” he growls.

I resist the urge to give him a sarcastic reply. I may be brave, but as my brother puts it, I can be pretty stupidly brave.

And I know that challenging an alpha son is really not a good idea.

I might be able to fight well, thanks to all the training the Academy has taught me. But even I know that you can’t beat a guy twice your size in a small corridor like this, with no weapons on me, and his forearm pressed on my windpipe.

He gazes down at me and raises an eyebrow, but something burns on my arm.

In the corner of my eye, my wolf mark in the middle of my arm burns vividly. The swirls that form a wolf shape glow a deep, vibrant red, at first burning painfully but they quickly fade into a dull ache that fills my entire body.

Mathi follows my gaze to the mark and smiles.

“Seems like your parents are calling you home,” he snarls, loosening the pressure on my throat. “Did your mum’s mate ever realise that you weren’t his?”

This asshole knows damn well my dad knows I’m not his. I was conceived and born before my mum ever mated. Everyone in the pack knows it. It was a big scandal, and to this day I still hear the boring wolves talking about it. Caeli wolves love to gossip because they have nothing better to do.

I grit my teeth at the jab. “Fuck. Off.”

He raises his free hand as if to strike me. I don’t flinch, and that seems to piss him off. He grabs me by the scruff of the neck and slams me against the wall again, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Go back to your little family, half-breed. But just remember that when I’m alpha, your kind will never be welcome here.” He releases me with a derisive scoff. “Off you go now, run back home.”

I don’t reply despite the tinge of fear that his threat elicits in me. My wolf, however, bares her teeth and snaps her jaw at him in retaliation. I need to get out of here before I shift and try to take on an alpha twice my size. The fading burn from my family’s mark sears in my mind, screaming down to my soul for me to move.

Biting back my spiteful retort, I jog down the corridor and take a left out of the noisy house, dodging students who whistle and tease me. The cool night air lifts my hair over my shoulders when I step onto the porch. I take a deep breath and jog into the snowy outskirts that surround the house. Snow-capped trees line the distance, and I make a break for them. The cold doesn’t bother me, even when I duck behind a tree and strip off. Once I’m fully naked, I bundle my clothes into a ball and shove them into the small bag I always carry with me.

I rest my head against the tree and gaze up at the moon cutting through the frozen leaves. My breath comes out in puffs of smoke, and for a moment I stay there, thinking about how much I’d have liked to punch that alpha-hole in the throat.

But my family needs me.

I dig my feet into the earth and arch forward, spreading my fingers through the snow. Shifting is an effortless, painless task for me, almost like breathing. I transform into my wolf easily, letting my body change until my red paws sink into the ground. Picking the bag up with my fangs, I run through the forest back towards the towering academy hidden in a clearing shrouded in blankets of untouched snow. It’s eerily silent at this time of night. Most people are