Rejecting The Future Queen

Yasmyn's POV The clattering sound of the dishes were beginning to irritate me. And yet, I continue. The diner is a bit busier than usual because it is Alpha Brendan's birthday today. He is turning eighteen and he took over the title from his father just two days ago. Many Alphas and Betas sent their daughters who had come of age to The Sundown Pack. In hopes that one of them could be the next Luna of the second strongest pack of the werewolf race. Well, the first one you ask? The Moonstone Pack. That's also called the capital in slang. That's where the royals live. So naturally, it is the strongest pack. "Work faster, you dumbass," Big John yelled at me and I picked up my pace with washing the plates. Not just me but everyone here stay on toes when Big John is around. He is seven feet tall and bald headed. My hands were already sore but I kept them moving until my shift was done three hours later. I received my daily payment and walked my way back home. And by home, I mean the one room that I also use as a kitchen and bedroom. Bathroom is shared by me and my neighbouring roommate who uses bathroom for less of bathroom purposes and more of drug purposes. It is located outside the room and not inside. I fell on the mattress as soon as I walked home. I shut my eyes for one moment and recalled the life I used to have before I landed here. But that's a secret I don't want anyone to know. Because this is the life I want to remember. The ordinary life, away from the Royal treatment. Because this, is what I chose the moment I stepped out of the royal gates, against my parents wishes. I am just a month away from turning eighteen and I don't want to have my first shift here and bust my identity. I already have a plan for that and I just hope it goes accordingly. There is a knock on the door and I groaned. I walked to it and opened it only to find my roommate who is almost high every single day. "Hey Natalie. What's up?" I asked her and she looked at me through her hooded eyes. "Yeah. You headed to the Alpha's birthday party?" She asked me and I don't know what to say or how to answer. Because half the time, she doesn't understand what I try saying. She thinks everything I tell her is a joke but then again, she is always high on drugs so I guess that's that. And I never corrected her. She thinks everything I tell her is funny. So I would like for someone to remember me as a fun girl. Because the sober ones remember me as the girl who always had a stuck up ass. If you knew where I came from, you would understand. And where I came from.. is something you'll know soon anyways. Now that reminds me that Natalie actually asked me a question that I graciously forgot while I was busy zoning out. "Yeah. I might. Are you?" I asked her back to which, she bobbed her head prompting her blonde curly hair move along with her head. "I mean, it's a waste if I don't come" she said, pushing me aside and walking inside. "What do you mean by that?" I asked her. "I mean, I am pretty sure I am his mate" She said and all of a sudden, I am ultra tired and bored and irritated and every negative emotion that there is. "I feel a strong pull whenever he's around. And I bet he felt it too, because you know what happened the other day" she said and to be very honest, this is the first time I am hearing her talk this much. It's usually hi and bye. And sometimes both of those words in the same sentence. Yeah. That's how you know we are besties (insert sarcasm here) "So he was doing his usual patrol making sure everyone is alright and everything is in place. And he handed me a bandaid. Can you imagine," she said and like I said, judging her appearance that's what everyone wants to give her. "He could have handed me some cash for my drugs but he gave me a bandaid because he cares about me," Natalie said again and now, I am really wondering what would be the consequences if I throw her out right now. "Natalie, I think I am tired and I just want to-" "No, Jasmine. I need you today. My emotional support" she said, grabbing my hand. How do I tell her now that my name is not Jasmine. It's Yasmyn. And funny how she calls me her emotional support. "Alright alright. We'll go. Let me get ready," I whispered and she got out. My stomach growled and that's the only reason why I'm going to the party. Free food of course. Moreover I don't have any leftovers at the diner today. In fact we sold out everything, to the very last dish we never sell at least one serving. By getting ready, I mean wearing the only nicest pair of clothes I have. It's a baggy jeans and a decent t shirt. But if you look at me, you'll still understand that I am a washer at the diner. I got out to see Natalie wearing a dress. Yes. A dress. I didn't know she even owned one. "Well you look pretty," I told her. She would look even better if she combed her hair. "You do too. Come lets go now. My mate would be waiting for me," she said and linked her arm with mine. I scrunched my nose as I walked with her. We did get a few weird looks here and there but Natalie did not seem like she cared. "How do you get these bruises?" I asked her, finally mustering up the courage for social mingling. My father always said that's the only space where I lack. And he was right all along. "Part of my job," she said and I snorted. "What? That wasn't a joke?" I asked her back and she just stared back at me. "Of course yes," she started laughing as well and this time, I couldn't smile. My social battery is starting to run out. As soon as we reached the clearing where the celebrations are being held, Natalie found the alcohol corner. I shook my head at her and moved towards the food corner. Just when I was grabbing a plate and beginning to fill that up with food, someone's hand was on the back of my neck. I was dragged to the nearby alley and the next thing I know, a pair of lips crashed against mine.