Fated is overrated
Chapter 63

Lola POV

Folding my arms across my chest, I choose to reply "don't flatter yourself, you are in my path, that's all" as I brush past him. "Going where?" "none of your business" I yell back as I keep walking. I am about done with these self-entitled, conceited *ssholes, princes or not, and wanting to wait on their wolves or not, they are on my last nerve. He comes charging towards me yelling "The hell it is! You are a prisoner here, a rogue.

You are in no way free to roam around" as he pins me against the wall. The fury in his eyes is visible. How did he ruin my good mood so damn quickly? "Your mother, the Queen, said otherwise. If you have any problems, I suggest you take it up with her. Now, please remove your arms, so I can move" thinking to myself that I'll only ask nicely once.

He doesn't budge as his eyes glaze over, he is mind linking his mother to verify my story, of course. When done with the mind conversation, he removes his right hand and slams it into the wall, right next to my head.

I don't blink an eye, not wanting to give him that satisfaction. I would so badly like to break his arms and strap them around his own back like shoelaces, but I can't do that, unfortunately.

Not just because I am in their territory, but also because of the friendship I have with his mother. And who am I kidding, he is a royal Lycan, I physically couldn't even if I wanted to. This book has many missing chapters and scenes if you're not reading it on J ob nib.c om Reigning in my anger, I push his arm aside mildly and walk the direction I was heading in without uttering another word.

As I reach the main hallway, I am still wondering to myself what on earth the moon goddess was thinking with mating them to me. Is this a punishment, did I piss her off somehow?

Does she think of me that lowly? I can't say I have been lucky in any other aspect of my life thus far, so I am really beginning to think I must have done the moon goddess wrong somehow. I know I am too headstrong and independent for a she wolf, as our culture is for the females to submit to the males and bow down - but geez, would she really hate me that much for it?

All the more reason for me to go live out in the human world, where there is more equality and, I could kick any male's ass with my wolf strength. Even those who are considered strongest among humans.

Walking in the main hallway and out the door, I am once again reminded of where I am. Not only because of the rich interior, but mostly because of all the stares and glares I am receiving. It's pretty clear that, indeed, nobody-except the Queen - wants me here. Although I would like to claim it doesn't bother me, it does. I have always been unwanted everywhere and I hate to admit it saddens me, but it does.

I already feel bad about having promised the Queen I would stay another day at least, but I always keep my promises. But the good news is - I have my music back! I turn on my phone, pop my pods in, and quickly put on "Boulevard of broken dreams" by Green Day, as this is uncannily reflective of my mood at the moment.

The moment the music hits my ears I smile to myself and all the prior sadness washes away. Music really is my remedy and I have greatly missed this. Even though I walk alone, I've got this. Still smiling to myself like an idiot I ignore all the glares as I reach outside. Ever since I have turned on my phone, it has been buzzing for minutes on end with all the notifications I have missed. Curiosity gets the better of me when I check them. I replace a lot of messages and missed calls from Chris, David, Nadia and Jason.

I just want to pop the notifications since I am a little bit autistic in that way I can't stand the notification signs. I open the missed calls and notice the last one from Jason was even yesterday.

They knew I left my phone at home - so why keep bothering? Not to mention, it's their own fault I'm not speaking with them. I quickly open the messages and open and close those from Chris and David without reading. Somehow I do want to read those from Nadia and Jason, just to see what excuse they had. I guess I want closure on why - again - I didn't mean as much to the people as I loved as they did to me.

Nadia's messages all state how sorry she is for what happened and how she didn't mean to but couldn't control her wolf, how much she misses me and wants me to come back and how she wants to know if I'm OK.

Jason's messages are mostly the same, except his haven't stopped at some point realizing I didn't bring my phone - he is still messaging me every day. I'm not really the forgiving type, so for now I leave their messages as they are and don't reply.'

Lib, is it really possible they couldn't have control over their wolves?' 'I guess so, yes. You and I are very in sync and on the same page a lot, but remember that same night I also took over control to put that pup in his place. You also momentarily didn't have control'. Hmmm.

As I am strolling through the gardens I contemplate whether or not to answer them. If it really wasn't in their control, am I not being a d*ck for holding it against them?

Deep in thoughts with Evanescence's "Going under" playing now, my phone beeps again. It's a message from Chris "once again I'm so sorry Lola..

You don't know how much you mean to me, please come back to us". I snort to myself reading the lines again "you don't know how much you mean to me".

Lol. I wonder how much I meant when they threw rotten eggs at me, when they beat me up relentlessly, when they left me for dead or when he tried to force himself onto me. Yeah, sorry my *ss.

I feel a presence coming behind me, and before I can turn to have a look I am knocked down. I hold up my palms to catch my fall and quickly drop myself to the ground and pull my legs up ready to kick at whoever is coming for me.