Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

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Chapter 2 - Bailey

A Year Later

Yet another birthday party for our beloved upcoming Alpha. Ha. Not my beloved upcoming Alpha. | hated the

f+*ker. Breaking my heart without a second thought. What | had done to deserve that | had never got a proper

explanation from him. Other than the frequent insults, of why would he want to be with someone like me? Did |

look like Luna material to him? | had no clue. What the hell did Luna material look like in his eyes? Sblond

bimbo, no doubt. They were the she-wolves he tended to spend his twith within our pack. The ones who

worshiped the ground he walked on. That would do anything he asked of them. Ones that | highly doubted read

much more than the work set of them at school.

“Bailey!” my Mum yelled atfrom the stairway of our family home. “Will you hurry up?!”

“Do | really need to cto the party?” | responded. “I am telling you, Miles will not be bothered if | am not

there!”

“Your Aunt and Uncle will be though. And | am not explaining to them again why you are missing.” My Mum

continues yelling. “Do you not realize just how many events you have missed this year, all because you have

your head in a book?”

“Yeah Bai-Bai. Such a geek. No wonder you have no friends.” My sister Morgan giggles from outside my bedroom

door.

“P iss off.” | hissed. “I have friends.”

| stormed from my room, and down the stairs toward my waiting family. | planned to greet the birthday boy, not

that he would care in the slightest. | know that he would rather not seeat all. And then | would sneak home.

“Ew, are you wearing that?” Morgan asked.

| looked down at the skinny black trousers | had on and the white tank top. Great. | can’t win. Nothing | wear is

approved of by my sister, evidently named the fashion queen without my knowledge. Oh well, | am dressed and

wearing it. | think it looked good with my chunky black sandals I had on...

| scowled at my sister and walked out of the door. “Are we going or not?” | snapped at them all, truly not able to

wait for the following month when I leave to go to university. Get away from them, and this pack!

The party was well underway when we arrived, music pounding from the speakers as couples made out in every

available space, so | averted my eyes as we walked through the corridors of the packhouse to the lounge where

we would no doubt find Miles reigning over his people. Being all important, like he was partial to considering

himself.

‘Why are you here?’ Miles's voice filled my mindlink, before | had even fully entered the room behind my parents.

Great. ‘I didn’t get a choice. Trust me, | would rather not be.’ | snapped back.

I was getting more than a little tired of the way he would treat me. Yes, he planned on rejecting me. Decided |

was not for him, but he could have left it at that. | didn’t need treating like | was ssort of social pariah

because of the fact he decided | was not right for him. I do not think | deserved that. | had endured enough

bullying through my tin high school, for the fact I enjoyed my education.

‘Oh. Excuse me? Are you implying you were not going to cto the party of your next Alpha?’ Miles links with

sserious attitude.

‘Miles, you just asked why | had bothered coming. Now you are asking if | was not going to come? Make your

mind up.’ | argued.

‘Remember who | am Bailey. You are not above me. Never will be. Could have been equal toat most had |

seen you as suitable to be my mate, but no. You were beneath that honor.” He sneers.

| felt anger racing through me. ‘And you think | would not have rejected you?’ | snapped, moving back toward

the exit, not wanting to be here anymore. Until | felt a hand grabbing the back of my tank top, yankingback.

My eyes darted upward to see the dark eyes of Miles. Sneering down at me. Our Pack’s upcoming Alpha. The

most arrogant man | think | have ever met. One, thankfully, | did not have to be mates with any longer as the stu

pid f**ker had chosen to reject his own fated mate before even giving her a chance. “Going somewhere Bailey?”

he asked, his voice full of spite.

“Well, I do believe you askedwhy | was here, so | assumed you wantedto leave.” | told him.

Miles bows his head down so it is level with mine, he inhales deeply, like he still enjoys the scent of me. He has

done this numerous times of late, which I find quite bizarre. But, | ignore him as he tilts his head to look at me,

“Hmm, | think my Mum and Dad may have something to say if you leave. Their clever little Bailey. Heaven

forbid.” He presses his forehead against mine. “Just stay away from me, and do not spoil my fun.”

I shake my head in disbelief at him, as he stalks away. Did he even think for a moment | would be going near him

if 1 could avoid it? | would rather be anywhere but near him!

“Bailey, why are you harassing my friend for?” | heard my brother, Jordan demand, as he suddenly approached,

causing many people to turn around and look at me. Wonderful. Nothing like starting pack gossip is there. | am

sure Miles would appreciate that!

“] wasn’t harassing him, he cto speak to me. Asking why | had come.” | told him, and my brother laughed.

He is as much an idiot as Miles. Any of my friends who have big brothers hate how protective they are. Me? No,

my big brother is the one leading all the bullying and being a total di ck to me. He finds great embarrassment in

the fact his younger sister is far from being one of the popular group, and is, in his words, ‘far too into her

books’. | think, in all honesty, my entire family found me, in one way or another, a huge embarrassment.

“Well, he has a point. Not like you will be joining in with the celebrations. You will probably be sitting in a quiet

corner somewhere reading.” He teases.

“Well, it is certainly more intellectually pleasing than any of you would be.” | smirked at him as | walked away

from my brother who was standing looking confused. | am sure he had no clue what | meant. The scary thing is

he will be the next, pack Beta. Heaven help our pack. Between him and Miles they only had one brain cell

between them, and that was one that they shared, | am sure of it! And even then, | think it was rechargeable and

started losing power and knowledge at a rapid rate! They only graduated high school because they paid people

to do their work for them.

As | snuck away, out of the busy lounge to the top of the stairway, where | hoped to hide out for as long as

possible, | heard footsteps behind me. | quickly turned, hoping it was simply someone on their way to their

bedroom or even to one of the spare bathrooms on this floor. But, sadly, luck was not on my side tonight. No.

Miles was following me. Eyebrows raised and looking quite irritated.

“Oi. | want to talk to you.” he demanded.

“You askedto go away a minute ago, didn’t you?” | asked him.

“Don’t think so, think it was more a case of why you were here.” Miles says with a smirk. Sitting on the top step

with me.

“Miles, you have the whole pack here for your birthday, | am sure whatever you need to speak toabout can

wait.” | shrugged, desperately craving peace, which, considering the pounding beat of the music playing, would

be difficult.

“No. Why didn’t you tellyou were leaving?” he questions, like he is irate at the fact | had not let him know.

Why would I let him know?

“Why would I? We aren't friends, Miles. You also are not my Alpha yet. It was arranged with my parents,and

your Dad, as Alpha.” | explained to him, unsure why this would even bother him. If anything, | would think he

would be glad to get rid of me.

“You are going away though.” he murmurs.

“That is generally what happens when you go to college or university. Yeah.” | said with another shrug.

“There wasn’t one closer to home?” he hisses. “Because it seems toyou picked the one furthest away.”

“What does it matter to you? You hate me. | won't be here, You get your wish of being rid of me.” | snapped, truly

sick of him trying to dictate towhat | should and shouldn't be doing. | had worked hard in school, so | could

do this. My parents had spoken to my Aunt and Uncle, the Luna and Alpha of our pack to allowspecial

permission to go to a university out of state to study, saying it was what | had dreamed of. | had nothing holding