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“Little bird. I’m sorry.” Atlas murmured with his eyes locked on me. “We, the future alpha of the Clearwater pack, hereby reject you, Harley Grace Ashwood as our mate and Luna.” The twins said. I felt like my heart ripped from my chest. “Harley, it is better this way, sweetheart. It won’t hurt so much.” Axel said. “We’re sorry.” My tears and snot streaked my face, and blood had dried on my skin. Is this for the best? Both the twins don’t want me? Most importantly, am I going to accept their rejection? … --- White halls, white tile floors, pep rally signs, and that unrelenting mix of stereotypical groups that are typical even for supernatural schools, and all of The Chicken Soup for The Teenage Soul books my mother has gifted me over the last few weeks as summer break neared its end wasn’t enough to prepare me for this. Years of homeschooling in the comfort of my home down the drain because of one nonsense test the alpha requested, which landed me in my senior year in this private miserable place of a high school where my brother and every other ranking member in this pack attends, My mother has always bragged about how brilliant I am, but I thought it was just something she liked to say because she is my mom. I sighed as I navigated the crowd winding in and out of broad shoulders and clouds of perfume. The sickeningly sweet scent hung heavy in the back of my throat, making me crunch my nose up. The sweat in my palms reminded me I have no business here. 242…242… I repeated the locker number over and over as I searched every row I passed. Anger stomped me when the shining numbers caught my eye. “Hey, Harls. You okay?” My brother asked, ruffling my hair up even worse. I hadn’t realized I had been standing there staring at my locker on the top row until he walked up. “No. I want to go home.” I pouted, scuffing my worn converse on the tile floor. “Ah, come on. Give it a chance.” He said, leaning on the locker and looking down at me. “Den… I do not belong here. I c
