Chapter 8: A dream about my baby daddy
That night i had a dream. It wasn't just a dream, i retreated into a corner of my mind and i went to a happy memory. I saw Owen.
It was a week before.
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"Come on, Emily! Don't be a weakling!"
Owen's voice made me push myself harder than I have ever done before. I could feel my lungs burn just a little bit more.
A thin layer of sweat covered the nape of my neck yet I was still seeing Owen's back.
Shit!
If I let him win I would never hear the end of it.
"Emily is a blockhead, ta-da...ta-da" his singing voice further irritated me, pushing me over the edge.
"You are dead, Owen!" I yelled at him but it was a big mistake. Immediately I took in air from my mouth, it felt like someone sucked out my saliva.
It didn't stop me. Nothing ever does, there was no way in hell I would let Owen win even though he was an Alpha and I was…
I have no idea what I am….no freaking idea.
What do you call a girl with no wolf and a human father?
"You call her Emily Sanders, duh?"
"Get out of my head, D-i-p-s-h-i-t!" I yelled at the Alpha's son. Like usual he had evaded my mind without permission. I swear, sometimes he needs a thorough spanking. I would beat him up except he was stronger than me, bigger than me and he is of Alpha blood and I am...what the hell am I?
"You know I can spell, right?" Owen's voice made me push myself harder.
"Good for you, at least you are not totally U-s-e-l-e-s-s" I told him back.
Keeping my breathing steady, I pushed harder and faster as adrenaline coursed through my already tired veins.
"Has anyone told you that you are annoying when you spell, Princess?"
"Don't call me that?!" I yelled at him.
Owen knew how much I hated being called princess. Anyone in my shoes would, being reminded that my human father was the king of the castaway kingdom and he had no knowledge of your existence wasn't a fun memory.
Plus since my mother conceived a child with a man that wasn't her wolf mate, it made my family pariahs...the lowest of the low.
Alpha Noah only tolerated us because he had no standing to cast us out and so, he settled for making our life, especially mine a living hell. It was why I was running a million yard marathon with a bunch of werewolves with actual wolves.
My legs moved faster than I thought it would be. We were nearing the finish line where a bunch of werewolves were sitting and Alpha Noah was judge, jury and executioner.
"You can do this, Emily. I can't lose you" Owen's voice was suddenly encouraging and kind. It didn't surprise me. He was my best friend after all.
"I can't do this" I acknowledged.
Gut-wrenching, heart pumping— after several thrusts forward my legs were becoming tired.
"Yes, you can...you need to stop thinking that you can't. Okay, spelling helps you calm down. Spell, I am a weakling" Owen told me.
"I a-m a w-e-a-k-l-i-n-g. Wait! Did I just agree with you that I was a weakling?"
I saw the finish line before I stepped over it. Hell! I made it. I could see the smile on Owen's face. He was first as usual and I was second.
Last month, I came sixth, only surpassing a bunch of ten year olds.
Without thinking that I was in the presence of the Alpha, I threw myself at Owen and he caught me like he always does. He was just as happy as I am as we wrapped our arms around each other.
At almost eighteen in a few days, he had a personality that made him younger than he actually was.
I always teased him about his Mohican cut and perfectly-shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw.
His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique. his nomad-blue eyes twinkled more whenever I am trying to get us into mischief or when he has to get us out of it.
Apart from the fact that he swore like a sailor and treated me like I was the only girl that mattered to him in the same breath that he cussed and called me names, he was actually the best- best friend a wolfless girl can ask for.
Alpha Noah's piercing gaze landed on us. Owen saw the punch headed for me and he turned me around and pushed me out of harm's way. But even though he saved me, the punch landed on his shoulder.
"Owen!" I shrieked from the ground where I was currently half lying.
I saw Owen's eyes flash with rage, the Alpha silver circle in his eyes shone brighter than I have ever seen it before as he stared down at my attacker - my uncle Phil, whose life's mission was to make mine much less livable.
I knew how much my uncle hated it when I made a scene, he hated it even more when I made a scene with the Alpha's son. He said I remind everyone how much of a whore my mother was everytime I make people look at me.
"Oh, F-u-c-k" I muttered as Owen's fist clenched in anger and before I could say anything, Uncle Phil's mouth was drooling with leftover blood.
"Enough!" Alpha Noah yelled.
Owen helped me up from the ground and while I was secretly happy that for once, uncle Phil was on the receiving end of a fist, my face was distorted to feign displeasure. There was no need to poke a punched angry wolf.
"Owen! You will be running another round for disrupting my class" Alpha Noah yelled at his son.
Such a fucking prick! He hated it that he came to my rescue as much as my uncle did.