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The Alpha King's Rejected Mate
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What occurs when the individual fated to love you holds contempt towards you? What transpires when the person expected to embrace your imperfections subjects you to humiliation? What unfolds when you experience rejection? The wolves bear disdain towards the concept of rejection, an act that has been forgotten in the annals of history and condemned by their kind. However, what unfolds when a formidable Alpha rejects his destined soul mate? What occurs when she must pay the price of being his mate with her very life? Will she become enshrouded in the shadows of her past, even if granted another opportunity at life? Will she opt for strength or succumb to the tears of her previous experiences? In the face of overwhelming sorrow, will Camila Scarlett Wilson succumb to the allure of revenge, thus tethering herself to her past? Alternatively, will she evolve into a resolute and fearless woman, carving her own path and discovering a personal sanctuary devoid of any binding attachments?
Chapters (7)
Chapter 1
Why this happened to me every single day remained an unsolved mystery. They deemed me a disgrace not only to the pack but also to my parents who had brought me into this world. They regarded me as vile, devoid of anything good, and believed that suppressing my dark side meant keeping me weak and fragile, subjecting me to endless beatings until I never woke up.
That fateful night not only altered my life but also forever changed my perception of people and shattered my trust in them.
He forcefully yanked me up by my hair and spat in my face, his voice filled with anger. "How many times do I have to tell you about laziness?" he questioned.
I kept my gaze down, not daring to struggle against the tight grip on my scalp, knowing it would only worsen my situation. I had been warned, or rather threatened, not to look up unless instructed to do so. Defying this rule would result in severe consequences, none of which would be favorable.
"Hard work pays off later, but laziness pays now, and breakfast, lunch, and dinner should never be delayed even by a minute," I responded meekly, my voice barely audible, trembling with fear. My eyes remained fixated on the ground, lacking the courage to anticipate what would befall me.
"Yes, your laziness will indeed have its consequences. And what else did I say?" he pressed on, growing impatient with my feeble answers, tightening his grip on my hair even further.
Taking a deep breath, I whispered fearfully, "And if it is late, then..." My tongue tied up, and I struggled to continue, but I jolted off balance when he pulled me closer by my hair. He leaned down to my level, tugging at my hair once more as I wriggled in pain. "Then?" he asked, a malicious tone dripping from his words.
"Then... I will be handed over to the Alpha, and he will decide my punishment," I stammered, finding it difficult to admit the fact that I would be at the mercy of the Alpha. If he laid eyes on me, who knows what fate awaited me?
"When you are aware of this, why didn't you make breakfast on time?" He enquired, each word enunciated clearly, before throwing me away, causing me to fall to the floor once again.
"I am sorry, Beta sir," I quickly apologized, concealing my tears and swallowing the pain, unwilling to add another punishment to my already overwhelming burden.
"Uh-uh-uh, you won't get off that easily. Now, will you?" He smirked, but I refused to turn around, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor.
"Go prepare breakfast first, then go to the Alpha's office. And yes, no food for you today," he declared his decision in an unwavering manner, before storming off in another direction.
As if my legs had a mind of their own, I rose to my feet and, like a robot, they carried me to the kitchen. My hands, seemingly detached from my bruised and cut cheek and lips, mechanically prepared pancakes, bacon, waffles, and juice for 200 people, oblivious to the pain I endured.
As you can see, I am the sole omega of this pack, which means I am nothing more than their punching bag and servant. Our pack never really needed an omega until I made a mistake, one that they deemed not perfect but fitting for me to bear as my punishment, relegating me to a life as the lowest and most tormented wolf in the pack.
Things were not always like this. In the past, life was easier, and I was genuinely happy. Sighing, there is no point in constantly wondering what might have transpired if they had survived that fateful night, for deep down, I know they wouldn't have, and they were aware of it too. Sometimes, I ponder why I am still here, alive, enduring a life filled with degradation and humiliation. But, as I mentioned earlier, there is no use dwelling on these thoughts. I quickly finished preparing breakfast, not wanting anyone else to arrive and unleash their screams upon me. With haste, I set the table, ensuring everything was ready. Within moments, heavy, stomping footsteps echoed down the hall.
Normally, I would receive the leftovers to eat, but today, even that is not possible, as Beta Sir has already predetermined my fate. Thus, I ascended the stairs, passing the chattering table, trying to conceal myself as much as possible, and made my way to the Alpha's office, my pace agonizingly slow. I had no interest nor eagerness to go there willingly. My legs trembled violently throughout the journey, and it appeared as if I was limping. Sweat coated my forehead, and upon arriving outside the door, I found myself contemplating whether to knock or not. Nervousness and anxiety gripped me tightly; I was ill-prepared. In fact, I would rather be anywhere else but here. Finally, after numerous internal battles urging me to flee or enter, I let out a sigh. I did not possess the right to decide to run away, for I remembered my father once telling me as a child that this pack is our family, and abandoning them would be equivalent to forsaking our family principles. No one ever abandons their family.
Moreover, I lack the energy and skills to escape the pack's clutches. I have never been trained to defend myself in rough situations, and even if I dared to venture beyond the pack, I have never ventured outside its safety. I remain ignorant of the type of people who reside beyond our borders, and if they are anything like my pack members, then I am better off staying here.
With trembling hands and a deep breath, I raised my fist to knock, but I froze midway upon hearing loud moaning and groaning from inside. The sound turned my stomach and filled me with disgust. Despite the lump in my throat, I mustered the strength to maintain a composed expression and eventually knocked, albeit softly and timidly. Although my knock may have been nearly inaudible to human ears, being a werewolf, particularly one of the higher rank—an Alpha—he likely sensed my presence the moment I ascended the stairs toward his office.
"Come in!" bellowed a commanding voice that compelled me to obey.
I walked in before my mind could generate second thoughts, positioning myself directly in front of the desk, never once raising my head. A deep, bone-chilling silence pervaded the room, intensifying my fear. My ears pounded with the sound of my own blood as I remained silent, waiting for his mercy or his punishment. "So, I've heard that today's breakfast was late," he stated coldly, each word causing my heart to pound louder. I felt darkness encroach upon my vision, a result of overwhelming fear and anxiety.
"Tell me the reason for your laziness. What caused you to delay preparing breakfast for 200 people?" I remained silent, my throat constricted, struggling to find the right words to say.
"Tell me!" he bellowed angrily, the force of his growl echoing through the room. I flinched and trembled in my spot, fear striking me with the speed of lightning. My lips quivered as I attempted to form words.
I swear I despise that lazy epithet, but I am an omega, and he is an alpha. I can do nothing while he has power over me.
"Stop thinking, you lazy butt, and answer him," spoke my wolf, Ellinor, her tone dripping with a hint of fear. But I must admit, she detests him and never misses an opportunity to taunt him—or rather, both of us. I am her favorite, after all.
"Stop calling me that, dumbass," my anger flared up at her calling me lazy, adding fuel to the fire within me.
"I am not the dumbass; you are. Now answer him, or else he will have our head," she retaliated, her words carrying a weightier punch than mine.
Chapter 2
She was right. I severed the link between us and responded, "I... I was truly exhausted from yesterday's chores, and I... I accidentally overslept. I apologize, Alpha. It won't happen again." I rushed to add the last part, desperate to avoid punishment. If he chose to punish me, I knew I would either wake up in a hospital bed or not wake up at all.
"Ha! You were tired, you lazy fatass. The chores were assigned to you precisely to curb your laziness. But no, you remain lazy as always," he spat rudely. Then, he continued, "And yes, it won't happen again because I will ensure it doesn't. Now, Eliana dear, what do you think about that punishment?" A shiver ran down my spine as he addressed her, emphasizing the word "that." I wondered what he had in store for me.
"Which one?" she asked, her fake innocence dripping like venom from her sickly sweet voice. "Oh, yeah, that one," she later chimed with joy, realizing what he was referring to. However, I remained confused, trembling with fear and horror. No matter what I do or how many times I apologize, they always make it their mission to torment my life.
"Yup," he confirmed with a husky voice.
"That's a good one for her, no, the best. It will show this lazy, fat, ugly duckling her place," she said with distaste, and I could envision the disgust etched on her face as she looked down at me.
"Oh no! If she's so excited, then it's not the best; it will be the worst, no, the worst of the worst," exclaimed Nova, the name I use for her.
"Is 'worstest' even a word, girl?" I asked her, mentally searching my mind to recall if I had ever heard that term before.
"Of course not, but it is useful in this situation," my wolf replied. To say that Nova is a little dramatic is an understatement—she is far more than that. No one can truly comprehend.
"Hey, I'm not indulging in drama; this is serious," she said, sounding offended. And this is why I continue to live my life—because she never leaves my side and never misses an opportunity to amuse me. No matter what condition we find ourselves in, she is always there for me.
Sometimes, I ponder how she can remain so normal and cheerful when we have been subjected to a lifetime of abuse by our own pack, who are supposed to treat us equally and provide greater care after that tragic incident. But they refuse to do so, blaming me for the incident and turning a blind eye to my supposed mistake.
Whenever I lose my will to carry on or become emotionally troubled, she supports me. She is my only friend and family. I don't understand why she stays with me. She is so good; she could be with someone better. But every time I express this sentiment, she yells at me and says something I will quote: "After every dark night, the sun rises with proud rays of hope. Similarly, after every bad situation, good is bound to happen." She urges me to be patient. She is truly one of a kind.
Getting back on track, I overheard them discussing plans to make me suffer, and finally, the alpha declared my punishment. "You will receive the same punishment given to rogues, as you are lazy as always and for disobeying the orders of your superiors," he pronounced his verdict without a second thought, completely disregarding the fact that my actions were not a terrible mistake.
Upon hearing this, I gasped, lifting my head to find him smirking and Eliana snarling. I had forgotten the rule imposed on me, as I was consumed by terror and helplessness. However, when I looked at them and accidentally noticed their position, the bile rose in my throat, but I suppressed it, not wanting any further trouble.
Eliana was sitting on his lap, and his hands were placed on her thighs, positioned much higher than any modest man would dare. As always, she was heavily made up and wearing what could hardly be called a dress—more like a piece of cloth haphazardly wrapped around her body, with no undergarments in sight. Her hands were wrapped around his neck, and she sat in a compromising manner, with her legs swinging on either side of his chair, looking at me over her shoulder.
Recalling the reason why I had raised my head, I quickly began pleading while shaking my head to banish those horrific images from my mind. "No, no, Alpha, please, I'm sorry, it won't happen again, please, no, Alpha..." I kept apologizing and begging him to reconsider his merciless punishment.
"Silence!" he ordered loudly, and I immediately stopped, as silence once again filled the room.
He glanced at me with a stern look for a moment before shifting his gaze back to Eliana's, then he addressed me while still holding her gaze, not with love but with lust. "Enough of your pleading. I will give you a different punishment, but don't think it won't be severe either." With those words, he kissed Eliana on the lips and whispered as he stood up, still holding her, "I'll meet you later; I have to deal with this lazy wretch." His voice carried a tinge of sadness, but a wide smirk formed on his lips as he glanced in my direction. I shuddered and stumbled back a few steps.
Eliana pouted—she looked so repulsive doing that. "Okay, we can continue this later too," she said with a wink, seductively trailing her fingers up and down his chest.
"Please don't waste your time on her; she doesn't deserve it," I thought to myself. She, the pack slut who has slept with almost everyone in this pack. Now I understand why she has been so mean and intimidating lately—it's because she believes that if she sleeps with the Alpha, she'll become the next Luna. How foolish! Why can't she see that he is using her, that she is just a toy to him and not a Luna? If he does make her Luna, only the Moon Goddess can save this pack from the disastrous downfall it will face. No, shaking my head slightly, he won't make her Luna, because Alphas tend to wait for their true mate, as they gain more power. I'm sure he will discard her the moment he finds his true mate.
"Yeah, we don't," Nova said in a different tone. Her words must have affected her, I suppose.
The Alpha grabbed my arm, digging his nails into my skin, attempting to make me scream. But I bit my lips, holding back the pain as blood started to flow from where he held me. He roughly pulled me out of the room and through the hallways, taking me somewhere I knew would be truly terrible.
Chapter 3
Camila's POV
With a forceful grip on my arm, the Alpha dragged me downstairs to the main hall, a spacious area capable of accommodating over 200 people. It seemed he had mind-linked everyone, as every member of the pack was present, ranging from newborns to toddlers, teenagers to adults, and elders. My mouth fell open as I realized he had summoned them all for my punishment. This meant he was incredibly serious about making an example out of me, and a sense of impending danger gripped me, causing a fearful gulp.
The hall was filled with various activities. Some pack members were seated on couches, while others stood or engaged in conversations with their mates or friends. Children ran around, playing and giggling. However, as soon as Alpha Cassius made his appearance, the entire room fell into a hushed silence. Every individual stood up straight, like disciplined soldiers, and bowed deeply, showing their respect to the Alpha. They remained in that position until...
"Rise," commanded Alpha Cassius. As everyone straightened up, their eyes still fixed on him with a mix of respect and pride, they hadn't even noticed my presence. The Alpha decided it was time to draw their attention to me, and he forcefully pushed me forward, causing me to nearly lose my footing. It was then that their gazes turned to me, and their expressions transformed into pure disgust and hatred.
Once again, Alpha Cassius grabbed my arm and pulled me back, his nails digging into the same spot as before. The pain caused me to tremble, but I bit the inside of my cheeks to stifle any cries or screams. This time, he applied even more force than necessary, and I was certain it would result in yet another bruise on my hand.
"As you all know, today's breakfast was delayed," Alpha Cassius began speaking in a deceptively calm manner, but I knew it was just the calm before the storm. "And I must mention, it wasn't just a mere delay of one minute, three minutes, or even five minutes. It was delayed by a whole hour." He emphasized the gravity of the situation. "All because she was too lazy to wake up early and put in an additional hour of effort to prepare breakfast." With his words, he once again pushed me forward, exposing me to the angry faces of the pack members.
"Now, as you are all aware of the rules, it's important to understand that anyone who breaks them will face punishment. Because of her actions, you all were delayed by a total of one hour, which could have been utilized for productive work instead of wasted on someone who never contributes and spends her time sleeping or lounging around," Alpha Cassius declared, his words piercing through my thoughts. I couldn't help but be bewildered by their accusations. Don't I work tirelessly in this pack? The majority of the household chores are carried out by me. However, before I could voice my objections, Alpha Cassius's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"I have decided to give her the most severe punishment to ensure she learns her lesson and doesn't repeat the same mistake again." Wicked smiles spread across the faces of the pack members as someone from the back began shouting, receiving support and amplifying the chorus of voices that reverberated throughout the hall.
"Because of her, we were late for school!"
"I couldn't make it to the salon!"
"We missed our training session!"
Accusations were hurled at me from every direction, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for their absurd behavior. My eyes involuntarily rolled at their lack of perspective. Seriously, I managed to prepare food in just one hour—a feat that should be considered super fast and commendable. Yet, they remained displeased. Are they mad, or am I? Whoever made the claim that men are never content with what they have was clearly right. They always crave more.
"Silence!" A powerful voice boomed, instantly silencing the hall. The pack members immediately bowed their heads, submitting to his authority.
"Her punishment has already been determined, and I summoned you all to witness it firsthand. I want you to understand the consequences of daring to defy me. Follow me to the training grounds, now!" Alpha Cassius growled, leaving no room for discussion. A wave of dominance emanated from him as I whimpered in fear. He forcefully grabbed my arm and began dragging me along. I resisted, pushing against his strong grip, but my struggles only tightened his hold. His claws dug into my arm, causing unbearable pain that eventually led to a piercing scream escaping my lips—so loud that if we were still inside the pack house, it would have shaken its very foundation.
"Shut the hell up! If you don't stop struggling, I have no qualms about ending your pathetic life right here and now. I'll make sure your last moments are the most agonizing and torturous experiences you've ever endured. You'll beg for a swift death, but I won't grant that wish so easily. I'll relish every stab I have planned for you. So, stop struggling and come with me like the cowardly dog you are," he hissed angrily, his face inches from mine. His eyes transformed into a menacing black, and I noticed fur starting to emerge from his skin. Trembling with fear, I flinched and looked down as he continued to drag me.
After what felt like an eternity of being forcefully pulled, we finally arrived at the training grounds.
"Go and stand in the middle," Alpha commanded with a cold tone, forcefully pushing me away. I stumbled but managed to regain my balance. Looking back at the pack, I saw them standing in a united formation behind him, resembling an army. Some wore smirks of satisfaction, while others appeared disinterested. The thought of defying his order briefly crossed my mind, but the memory of his deadly threat instantly extinguished that idea. Fear consumed me, causing my body to break out in a cold sweat. Reluctantly, I complied and made my way to the center of the training ground. My palms clenched and released repeatedly as I scanned my surroundings, hoping to find an escape route or a hiding place to delay this dreadful situation. But there was nothing—just an open field with the scorching sun bearing down on me.
Chapter 4
Taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart, I turned to face them. Alpha stood before the crowd, exuding his authoritative presence with his hands casually tucked into his pockets, his infamous evil smirk etched across his face.
"You will be blindfolded, and two groups of wolves who are still undergoing training, along with one of our top pack warriors, will fight against you. Your task is to rely on your senses to defend yourself—just defend, nothing more! But remember this crucial piece of information: any act of aggression from your side will be the gravest mistake of your life, and we will ensure you regret it," he calmly explained, yet the underlying threat was palpable. My fear intensified. This punishment was even worse than what rogues faced. They were locked in dungeons without food or water, subjected to alternating beatings in an attempt to extract information or kill them. However, at least they knew who their opponents were. In my case, I wouldn't even know when or from where an attack would come. Shit! How would I survive if I couldn't fight back? These wolves were highly trained, and I stood no chance against them. Before I could ponder a solution to the predicament I had gotten myself into, Alpha continued speaking.
"All of this defense must be done in your human form. If you shift into your wolf form or collapse on the ground, your chores will be doubled, and you will face increased punches and kicks from the pack members. Understood?" I gasped. The cruelty and vindictiveness of their plan became evident. They sought revenge, but for what? Wasn't I already paying for the incident they blamed me for? "Try your best to remain on your feet if you wish to avoid the forthcoming consequences," he added with another smirk, causing my eyes to widen in shock as my face drained of color.
I knew nothing about fighting or defense, and they were well aware of it. That's precisely why Alpha chose this punishment for me. How could I possibly defend myself when they never allowed me to train and my senses were weak? A visible gulp traveled down my throat as my hands grew clammy with sweat. My mind and heart raced at a hundred miles per minute.
Despite being a werewolf and having a natural instinct for self-defense, I couldn't muster the courage to stand up against them. I'm too weak to fight back. How could I be otherwise when they barely provide enough food to survive, deny me rest, and even whip me with silver-covered whips at times? The scars on my back and upper thighs remain hidden beneath my clothing.
"Nova, did you hear that?" I called out to her, my voice filled with panic.
"Yeah, don't worry, and please try not to panic. We've always managed to get through situations like this," she reassured me. But how could I not worry? While she was right that we had encountered challenging circumstances before, this time it felt far more severe. We had often been on the verge of death, and just when I started to believe that my suffering was finally coming to an end, that my painful life would cease, I would wake up in a hospital bed with IVs attached to me. They always took us to the pack hospital, and we would return alive. Unfortunately. They had become so dependent and lazy that they couldn't even survive without a maid!
"Don't even think about dying yet. We still have to find our mate, and I'm sure that when we do, he will help us. With his love, he'll change your perspective on the idea of dying. Remember, being in his arms will bring you more peace than being dead," Nova said optimistically. Ha! As if anyone would want to mate with us. I doubt the Moon Goddess has even chosen a mate for me, and even if she has, he would surely reject me. No one desires a fat, lazy, and ugly omega as a mate. The pack members share this belief, as they constantly remind me of my mate's future rejection during their beatings. Strangely, I find solace in their shared belief.
"Shush, girl, you're really crazy. I can't fathom how you can think that way about our mate," Nova commented. Is that even a question? The real question is, how can she remain so positive about our mate? What does she know? She wasn't even with me when that tragic incident occurred. If my mate is from this pack, he will undoubtedly reject me. If he's from another pack, there might be a chance.
"Enough talking. Listen carefully. I will do my best to heighten your senses so that you can defend yourself. Please maintain control over your hands and legs. Don't let them overpower you, as you've always managed to do. If you follow my instructions, we'll be just fine," my wolf concluded confidently, while I groaned in frustration.
"I fear, Nova, that this may be our final ordeal. No matter what we attempt, they always find a way to break us," I confessed, my voice trembling with fear, as I surveyed the crowd, trying to discern who would be chosen to end my life. My heart sank when I noticed two burly men stepping forward.
"Cam, silence! Why do you humans always declare the outcome before even facing the challenge? Focus on them, not on me, and cease with your negative thoughts. If you were to die, don't assume I'd grant you a peaceful afterlife, for I won't. Now, concentrate," Nova admonished me, hushing my concerns while subtly threatening me with her words. I knew she wouldn't spare me either if I perished. She would surely ensnare my soul in this world and subject me to torment. What a wonderful wolf companion I have! Yet, despite her words, fear still gripped me. This was an experience I had never encountered before.
Dissociating my mind link from Nova, I observed that Alpha had formed a group consisting of two trainers, three others, and one warrior stationed at the end. That is, if I managed to survive until the end.
"Endure until the very last moment, relying on your feeble and repulsive legs, until it is my chance to strike, as I eagerly await my turn," the warrior Max taunted, wearing a malicious smirk.
"Blindfold her," commanded Alpha, and just as the order was given...
"If I may," Eliana interjected with a sickeningly sweet tone, casting a seductive glance at Alpha Cassius. He met her gaze with an impassive expression and nodded in response.
Eliana approached me, attempting to intimidate me with her six-inch heels, smirking all the while. However, I felt no trace of fear towards her, for she was nothing more than a leech and an actual embodiment of promiscuity. She positioned herself behind me and, with an unsettling force, tightened the blindfold knot while snarling, "Go to hell, whore." The sudden pressure made my eyes well up, and I gasped for breath.
"Begin," bellowed Alpha, his voice resounding throughout the arena, signaling the commencement of the battle between me and my approaching, unseen adversaries.
Chapter 5
Camila's POV
I discerned the sound of two pairs of feet approaching, and my ears perked up, fixated solely on the rhythmic footfalls. One pair halted before me, maintaining a considerable distance, while the other pair stopped behind me.
I anticipated their next move, yet they remained eerily silent. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, tracing a path to my ear. Then, abruptly, I heard both sets of footsteps marching towards me simultaneously. Ah, so this was their strategy. I waited for the opportune moment, and when I sensed their proximity, I sprang into action. Swiftly, I ducked down and sprinted in the opposite direction. Once I was confident that a sufficient distance lay between us, I came to a halt, my breaths ragged. God, I was terribly out of shape. Who was I fooling? I yearned to train, but they refused to allow me.
A resounding crash followed my evasion, and the two individuals tumbled to the ground with a loud thud, groaning in pain.
"Remove these two useless trainers from my sight. I will deal with them later. Next group," commanded Alpha Cassius.
I strained my ears, but there was no sound, absolute silence. Either they had ceased their movements, or they were maneuvering into position with utmost stealth.
Then, from both my left and right, I heard the faint rustling of leaves—subtle yet alarmingly close. However, there was no sign of a third presence.
A twig snapped behind me, accompanied by an incoherent curse muttered under someone's breath. It was dangerously close. Reacting swiftly, I pivoted to defend myself. But my reflexes were not quick enough. The cacophony of footsteps running from every direction disoriented me, causing me to lose track of the sound's origin. I spun in circles, desperately attempting to fend off any impending attack.
Suddenly, two hands gripped my arms tightly from both sides, restraining me momentarily. Meanwhile, I felt a forceful punch connect with my face, breaking my nose and splitting my lips. The two hands that had restrained me promptly released their grip, only to join the third assailant mercilessly striking me with punches and kicks. I bit down hard on my lip, stifling the urge to scream, drawing blood in the process.
With each successive blow landing on my face, my strength waned, while their attacks grew increasingly forceful and potent. I instinctively raised my hands to shield myself, but it proved futile.
Realizing that defending myself was futile, I made a desperate dash to escape, with my assailants relentlessly pursuing me. Suddenly, a vicious kick landed on my ankle, causing it to twist painfully, and I collapsed to the ground, landing on my knees with a resounding scream of agony. The pain was excruciating, surpassing my ability to conceal it any longer. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.
My energy was dwindling rapidly, and I doubted I could endure much longer. A collapse seemed imminent, and the ceaseless barrage of blows inflicted upon me only worsened my condition.
"Hang in there, Cam. Don't give up just yet. We will find a way out of this. Remember, we have faced similar situations before, and you fought with courage and determination. Don't let go of your will to persevere. Stand up to them," Nova attempted to reassure me. But her words had little effect. While we had encountered challenges in the past, this situation was more severe. They were out to kill me. I wished for death to claim me now.
"That's enough. Max, finish this. We have more pressing matters to attend to than this," sneered Alpha, brimming with animosity, reveling in his dominance.
The three groups of trainers returned, and I remained on the ground, struggling to collect myself. My heart pounded wildly within my chest, threatening to burst through my ribcage, and my breathing grew labored, a constant struggle to prevent choking.
Time slipped away, leaving me with no opportunity to devise an escape plan. I heard the distinct sound of boots approaching, the newcomer's aura less powerful than that of Alpha and Beta.
Still on my knees, Warrior Max stood before me, exuding an air of superiority. He cracked his knuckles and studied me for a moment before spewing his venomous words.
"What's the matter, whore? Where's your arrogant confidence and attitude? You're well aware that your laziness brought you to this fate." He spat on my face, a vile act of contempt.
I regarded him with utter revulsion, summoning the last shreds of my dwindling energy to shoot a defiant glare in his direction. With the back of my hand, I wiped away the viscous saliva that had tainted my face.
My display of resistance seemed to infuriate him. Emitting a fierce growl, he unleashed a punch, propelled by all his might, squarely connecting with my jaw, shattering it in an instant. The impact was overwhelming, and unable to bear the pain any longer, I crumpled to the ground. Nova's desperate cries for me to persevere fell on deaf ears. I was utterly overpowered, crushed both physically and emotionally. They had succeeded in breaking me entirely, from the inside out.
In that moment, I beseeched anyone who might be listening, granting me but a single wish: death. Yet, I knew all too well that no one would pay heed to the pleas of a pathetic and worthless omega who had committed the unspeakable act of killing her own parents. If any divine beings did exist in the realm beyond the clouds, I implored them to bring an end to my life, granting the liberation I yearned for, the freedom from the perpetual torment. It was my ultimate plea as the darkness engulfed my mind, and I embraced it willingly, vowing never to let it slip away again.
Chapter 6
Camila's POV
I luxuriated in the overwhelming sense of bliss, relishing the inexplicable joy coursing through me. Shouldn't I feel remorseful for belonging to the most wretched pack imaginable? Yet, lying here on this plush bed, basking in the tranquil breeze, I yearned for this moment of serenity to last indefinitely. Reality, however, beckoned me back, reminding me that I couldn't revel in peacefulness forever. I couldn't afford even a moment's respite, but why did it feel as though I had been transported to heaven? My thoughts abruptly halted as distressing memories flooded my mind. In a jolt of realization, I shot up from the bed, hastily opening my eyes. Without delay, I sprang to my feet, swiftly securing my hair into a ponytail, and hurried downstairs to prepare breakfast for the pack.
But as my surroundings finally registered in my consciousness, my jaw dropped in disbelief. I struggled to comprehend if this breathtaking scene before me was real or a figment of my vivid imagination. Whatever it was, it held an undeniable beauty. Stumbling on my own feet, I stood dumbfounded, captivated by the enchanting panorama that unfolded. I lost my balance and landed on the ground, cushioned by a carpet of grass. Towering trees adorned with vibrant flowers, butterflies dancing in the air, and birds reveling in the serenity of nature—it was a sight to behold. A nearby stream added to the magnificence of the picture.
Regaining my composure, I found myself clad in a simple yet elegant white and gold dress, its beauty stealing my breath away. A gasp escaped my lips in awe, contemplating who this exquisite dress might belong to. I had never had the opportunity to wear something so resplendent. I cautiously twirled, admiring its graceful contours, wary of causing any damage to its allure.
Was this a dream, or...? Suddenly, the reason for my awakening surged back into my consciousness. Fear instantly gripped me, extinguishing all the preceding happiness in an instant.
Could this be what I think it is? Am I dead?
"No, dear, you are not," a soft yet familiar voice chimed in. Startled, I turned in the direction of the voice, and a gasp reverberated through the air as I beheld a sight I thought I would never witness.
There, standing before me, adorned in a dress similar to mine, was the person I loved most in the world... my mother, wearing her signature radiant smile.
I gazed at her intently, refusing to divert my eyes or even blink for a moment. Questioning whether it could be a mere figment of my imagination, I surveyed my surroundings, savoring the captivating scenery. Yet, my traitorous eyes involuntarily gravitated toward the one person who stood out amidst the splendor—my mom.
My heart raced, unable to accept the reality before me. She couldn't be here, or perhaps she could be. But first and foremost, where was I? How had I ended up in this place? Shouldn't I be in the pack hospital or, worse yet, in the morgue?
"Don't, dear. Don't dwell on such thoughts," her melodious voice interjected, halting my train of thought. My eyes, without any conscious command, fixated on her.
No, this couldn't be real. I couldn't be here. It must be a trick played by my mind, a foolish game of emotions. Why subject me to such an intense rollercoaster? I blinked repeatedly, hoping that when I opened my eyes, she would no longer be there. Yet, to my surprise, she remained, wearing a slightly perplexed expression. Closing my eyes briefly, I reopened them, only to find her still standing in the same spot.
Rubbing my eyes in disbelief, I mustered the courage to ask, "Mom, is that really you? Are you truly here, or am I trapped in a dream?"
"Sort of. I exist within your mind, but I am still real. If you doubt me, why don't you come closer and embrace your momma? Then you can decide for yourself if I'm real or not," she replied in her tender, motherly tone.
Initially hesitant, I took a couple of hesitant steps, filled with trepidation. However, as I witnessed her steadfast presence and her angelic smile, I threw caution to the wind. Without a second thought, I sprinted toward her with all my might, wrapping my arms around her tightly, afraid that releasing my grip would cause her to vanish.
"Oh, Mom, I missed you so much," I sobbed.
"I know, my dear, and I've missed you too," my mom replied, holding me just as tightly as I held her.
"I love you, Mom," I cried, burying my face in her neck. My parents were the only ones in front of whom I could shed tears without feeling embarrassed. I released all the pain, hurt, and agony that had been bottled up inside me for years.
"I love you too, baby, and we're sorry we left you to face the world alone," she replied, a tear slipping from her eye as she gently stroked my hair.
Chapter 7
Wiping away her tears, I responded, "No, Mom, it wasn't your fault. It was mine. If I hadn't insisted on going to the theater, none of this would have happened. I'm so sorry, Mom. It's all my fault." The weight of the terrible memories that took my parents away from me overwhelmed me, and loud sobs escaped from deep within.
"Hush now, don't blame yourself, dear. Everything happens for a reason. You were just a child, but we were the adults. We should have been more careful," she comforted, tracing soothing circles on my back. It always worked—whenever I was upset or sad, she would hold me in her arms, whispering sweet words and stroking my back, instantly calming me.
Yet, a nagging feeling told me that something was amiss. As I tried to pinpoint it, realization dawned upon me—I couldn't see my dad.
"Mom, where's Dad?" I asked anxiously.
"He's right behind you, dear," she cheerfully replied. My mother always had a radiant smile, no matter how much trouble we faced. She would assure us that everything would be okay, and seeing her smile would make half of my worries disappear. My dad loved that quality of her.
Without hesitation, I swiftly turned around and found my dad looking at me with a smile on his face. He was not a man who readily displayed his emotions; he was rather reserved in that regard. However, it didn't mean that he didn't love us. He was the best father one could ever have. He was a man of few words, but beneath his stoic exterior, he was the most sentimental man.
Dressed in a shirt and jeans, he looked as handsome as ever. At the sight of him, I released my grip on my mother and lunged into a tight bear hug with my dad.
"Dad, Dad, I missed you," I whimpered, feeling a rush of emotions overwhelmed me once again.
"No, baby girl, don't be upset. Look here," my dad said, gently holding my chin. I gazed up at him, into his beautiful silver eyes, the same eyes I inherited from him, although mine lacked the vibrancy and life he possessed.
"You're my brave little girl, aren't you?" I nodded.
"Then, Papa's girl doesn't cry," he said, using the endearing term I had missed so much.
"No," I replied, mustering a smile that reached my eyes. After all these years, I was genuinely smiling again.
My mom joined my dad, radiating her motherly affection through her eyes.
As I glanced around, my smile faded, and I knew it was time to ask the question I had been dreading since their appearance. "Am I going to live with you here? I absolutely love this place, and most importantly, you'll be here with me."
My mom's smile vanished at my question, and she exchanged a sorrowful glance with my dad before responding, "We're sorry, dear, but your life isn't over yet. You have so much to do, so much to see, so much to accomplish, and you have to find your true love too—your mate." She ended with an excited squeal, resembling a little girl.
My heart fluttered at the mention of my mate. However, I doubted she realized that, after my parents' death, I had become nothing more than an omega, a punching bag, a nobody. My mate would never accept me.
"No, Mom, no one wants a mate like me. I'm certain he will reject me," I whispered, my voice cracking towards the end.
My mom suddenly embraced me, holding me tightly. "How can you be so sure about him? You've never met him before. Don't judge him before you know him. Don't you know that mates can't live without each other? Even though you're an omega, he will accept you," she reassured me, her voice filled with confidence, attempting to instill hope within me.
"Don't say that, baby girl. One day, you will find your true love, your mate. He will cherish you, protect you, and you will be very happy with him," my dad said, smiling warmly.
"As you say, Dad," I replied, not wanting to burden them with my worries. I wanted to fully embrace this moment with them.
"Dear, you should go now. You've been unconscious for five days, and besides, today is your birthday," my mom said, her voice filled with joy as she mentioned in the last part.
Wait, what? I've been unconscious for five days? Oh no, that means extra work. Why do I have such a lazy pack? They can't handle their own tasks. And wait a second, did she say birthday?
"Oh my, I'm going to be 18! That means I'll find my mate," I groaned at the end, but my parents simply nodded happily. (Sigh)
What if he rejects me? The thought crept into my mind, and I found myself sinking into worries about my future mate.
"Camila Wilson, don't you dare say such things about our mate. How many times do I have to tell you that mates are our other half? We can't live without each other. He will not reject us," my wolf growled, leaving no room for argument. Sometimes, I resented her strong-willed nature.
"Ellinor is right, dear. Stop worrying and enjoy it," my mom reassured me with her soothing voice.
"Yeah, after I find him, I don't think I'll be able to smile again," I muttered to myself, hoping they wouldn't hear.
"Happy birthday, and remember, we both love you, baby girl," my father said, pulling me into a hug.
"Will I see you both again?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes.
My mom embraced me tightly and whispered, "We are always there with you, dear." She pulled back slightly, allowing herself to see my face, and placed a hand over my heart. "Here." A genuine smile graced my features.
Everything started to fade into darkness. The last words I heard before succumbing completely to the darkness were my parents telling me, "We love you, Issa."
Only my parents would call me by that name, and I allowed myself to be consumed by the comforting embrace of darkness.
