Lucky? No! I Don't Wanna Be Uncle Alpha's Second Mate

Lesley's POV

"Leave her alone!"

I pushed the guy in front of me, hoping he would back off. But once my hands connected with his firm chest, I'm pretty sure I sprained something.

"Stupid werewolf strength," I muttered annoyed as the guy grabbed me by the collar and pulled me all the way over to him, so I could feel his bad breath on my skin.

"Get out of my way, filthy bitch," he sneered in my face. From the corner of my eye, I could see the girl standing next to him, with a satisfied grin on her face, while the slut on the ground was still crying her eyes out.

So.

You're probably wondering about what the shit is going on? Why am I helping the backstabbing bitch on the ground? Why the doofus in front of me is taking all his anger out on me? And who is that gorgeous, beautiful, horned-tails-and-pitchfork angle standing next to him? So, let me quickly fill you in.

The backstabbing bitch, Amanda – also known as Amanda Fuck's-A-Lot! – was my only friend, until she started to date Trevor – the almighty idiot currently trying to strangle me. Now, we're all werewolves here, so we all know, that Trevor is the son of the alpha, aka he's our future alpha, aka he's strong and handsome as hell! Well, dah! I know! But--- you see: Amanda Fuck's-A-Lot didn't mind being the pack slut until she thought Trevor was being serious with her. Like that was ever gonna happen! Everybody knows that an alpha always – ALWAYS – will have eyes for his mate and his mate only! I tried to warn her, because--- friendship bitches! – but that resulted in her being mad at me and stabbing me in the back, leaving all my dirty laundry out for anyone to ogle.

Broke my heart? Hell no! Amanda was my friend, not my "best friend". She was someone I casually hung out with when boredom struck me, and I used her for my own selfish reasons. Because--- who gives a fuck about real friends these days? I mean, all you need is followers, right? – Not that I would know. I don't even own an electric device! – But back to point: my dirty laundry was as boring as a banana peel! I'm an Omega! I have anger management issues, trust issues, commitment issues--- fuck, even my issues have issues, so there's no way I would ever trust anyone with my "deep dark secrets"!

The only reason why I tried to warn Amanda off Trevor, was because I knew he and his sister, Fraya---Oh, damn it, even her name is beautiful. Beautiful face, gorgeous hair, the perfect weight, big in all the right places. Just thinking about it, made me wane go up to her, scratch her pretty little eyes out, shove them up her crampy ass, before ripping out her internal organs, feeding them to her parents, before letting a rogue fuck