Ivy's POV
"Here she is, the Stinky Omega Ivy." Once again, Demi and her minions blocked me after school.
I kept my head down to avoid looking at their annoying smirks and tried to get around them to get to my locker. Picking a fight with them wouldn't make sense. Demi was not only the charming cheer-leading queen but also the daughter of the Beta. And me, I was just a nobody.
I was from a single-parent family. We moved to the Twilight pack a few months ago due to my mom's job transfer. Besides, my mom was a human but my father was a wolf so she believed living in such a pack community would do me a favor when I got my wolf. Yet apparently, my new life here was not going well.
"Hey, you bitch! Can't you hear me talking to you?" I was shoved against the lockers and tears burst out as my head hit the locker badly. Laughter erupted behind me.
Demi approached and grabbed my collar, "Learn and respect me, you wolfless Omega. Don't think you’re special just because you're a straight-A student. This is a wolf pack, and your origins doom you to be the lowest being."
I grimaced as she increased the pressure on my neck. The contempt was clearly written in her eyes. Ever since I stepped foot in this school, Demi started bullying me based on my humble origin and no one dared to stand up for me.
"I'll make sure you'll be the joke tomorrow. No one would like to be your prom date." Her eyes squeezed in a venomous way, "But I guess you can ask your mom for help since her specialty is seducing men."
She released me, slamming my back against the lockers again. My back hit a sharp corner and started bleeding. But I could only bear it. I didn't want to cause more trouble for mom. Since my father died early, she suffered a lot raising me on her own.
As a human who worked here as a pack doctor, she had many challenges to deal with. Demi was indeed annoying but I would graduate and get out of this hellhole soon.
Taking a deep breath, I took out my bag and closed my locker. My back still hurt, being wolfless I couldn't heal quickly, but I didn't have time to dally. Mom asked me to return home early today as she had some big news to announce.
Arriving home, I’d just tossed my backpack on the couch when Mom emerged. "Ivy, darling, you won't believe it," she said, eyes alight with excitement.
"What is it, mom?" I frowned, whenever she started like this, I knew it wouldn't be trivial.
"Well, I met someone dashing at work, he's handsome, charming, and...we fell in love. I got married!" She twirled around laughing like a giddy schoolgirl.
"Wait...married?!" I jumped up, stunned. Oh God, please don't let that man be Demi's father. I knew he was the one who invited Mom to work here and he was trying to woo her - another reason why Demi hated me so much.
"Oh yes, I did it! Crazy, right? He's everything I've ever dreamed of, and guess what? He's an Alpha!" She gripped my hands, eyes sparkling with joy.
I froze, mouth agape. Though I should feel lucky it was not Demi's father but an Alpha? Seriously? I didn't mean to doubt my mom's charm. In my eyes, she's the most perfect woman who deserves all the best in the world. But an Alpha, would he accept me, the wolfless omega, as his stepdaughter? And I wasn't ready to live with any men. I didn't want to be the burden of Mom's happiness.
"What's wrong, darling? Is it too much for you?" Mom noticed my reaction and hugged me. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I know it's too sudden but sometimes love just happens at the moment. You know you're always the first in my heart and if you don't-"
"No. It's fine, Mom. I'm just too happy for you to react properly," I smiled trying to make my voice cheerful.
"Thank you, baby. I love you so much." Mom looked at me with her tearful eyes.
I could never resist her when she was like that. "I love you too."
"So, how's school? Are you all set for prom?" Mom asked as she walked toward the kitchen to prepare dinner.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. How could I tell her that nobody wanted to be my date? It was her big day and I didn't want to ruin it so I forced a smile, "Everything's going great, Mom. Don't worry."
She nodded excitedly as she stirred the salad, "Oh, my little girl is growing up now. Maybe you'll find your fated mate at prom. It's like magic, darling. When you look into his eyes, you will feel nothing else but him in your world."
Here we go, with Mom’s romantic fantasies about wolves. Though my mother was a human, she seemed to love the werewolf world more than I did, especially the mate bond. To say that I hadn't imagined my mate was lying, but every time, I couldn't see a good ending. I mean I was just a wolfless omega. Who would want me? What if he wanted to reject me?
I wanted to ask for Mom's opinion but as soon as I saw her answer her phone with a blushing face, I knew it must be my new stepdad. I didn't want to bother their sweet time so I just ate my dinner and went upstairs.
I bandaged my wound before bed, relieved it hadn't gotten infected. I tossed and turned until late at night but still couldn't fall asleep so I opened up the campus forums to see if there was any possibility of finding me a prom date. Mom had anticipated that day for a long time and I didn't want to disappoint her.
However, scrolling on my phone, I did not see any prospects. Instead, I came across a post where Demi gossiped about me. She even threatened that anyone who dared to be my date would be the enemy of all the werewolves in the school. My last glimmer of hope was dashed. Did Demi have to be so desperate? I couldn't steal her thunder even if I went to the prom.
I threw my phone on the bed and just then, a post suddenly popped out. [Caring Line: Fulfill your needs at any time.] A hotline number was included.
I looked at the post and a bold idea came into my mind. Would this be a trap or a solution? Anyway, it would not harm me if I just called in anonymously, right?
I picked up the phone and dialed the number. After three rings, there was a click indicating it was received, but followed by silence.
I almost changed my mind and hung up, but a second later, I heard a deep, masculine voice with slightly irritation.
“Who is this?”
For some reason, just the sound of his voice made me feel hot.
