Revenge on The Alpha Who Rejected Me

VIOLET

“Why not just do the world a favor and die, you ugly bitch!”

If I could count the amount of times I had been told that, I’d probably get tired at some point and just call it quits.

It was something that all my pack members had never hesitated to repeat over and over again. The man who had pushed me to the wall sent me an ugly sneer before letting out a huff and walking away.

I should be used to such treatment by now. It shouldn’t be something that affected me anymore. And yet, I couldn’t fight back the tears that spilled down my cheek.

I bit my lip, lowering my head and walking up the flight of stairs. It was better to keep my head down till I reached my room; no point in angering any more pack members.

I was lucky to be done with all my work for the day. The main house was already clean and all the house chores had been done.

When I shut the door of my room behind me, I let out a sigh I never knew I’d been holding.

My whole body ached from working all morning. The sun was already setting when I looked out the window.

My room was a calmer term for the broom closet. I’d changed it into a make-shift room. It wasn’t all that small if you squint really hard.

It was near the toilet so it was near impossible to ignore the horrible stench that filled the room whenever someone used the toilet.

I let myself fall back on the mattress, a sigh escaping my lips as I did. I tried to push back all the thoughts that threatened to surface.

My life up until this point wasn’t really much to talk about. Except for the bullying and torture that I’d faced at the hands of my pack, West Creak Pack. It was a really big pack that held esteem over all the other packs.

To the outside world, they were a pack that cared about the well-being of their pack members and always did their best to make sure that everybody was alright.

All a lie.

Behind closed doors, they were a pack of hungry wolves that devoured the weak without a single sliver of remorse. Unfortunately, I fell under the bracket of the weak.

I had lost my mother at birth. My father had fled, abandoning me without a single thought. That was the day my suffering started. It had continued till now.

I shook my head, trying to push out all the thoughts that threatened to surface and consume me completely.

Today was the day of the mating ceremony. The mating ceremony was always held on the last full moon of the year.

It seemed it had come far sooner than I had initially anticipated. My heart beat sped up at the thought of finally finding a mate. I tried to push back my excitement.

For years now, I’d