Chapter 03 - Lost soul

VINE

Honestly, I can't say where the strength to withstand that pain came from. Normally, when a mate rejects you in the werewolf world, the other mate who is being rejected feels so much pain after the rejection.

And that's exactly what Drew was talking about but I don't know why mine was different.

Without another word, I turned around and left for my house.

On arrival, the sound of different familiar voices inside the house greeted my ears, surprising me almost as much as how fast I'd gotten here. I stood on the front porch, gathering the courage to knock.

I wiped a tear straying down my cheek with my left hand, trying to even out my shaky breath.

I only prayed to the moon goddess that my parents hadn't heard about my nudes flying around, or I was dead meat.

"If I perish, I perish." I muttered under my breath as I pushed the door open and let myself in, my eyes scanning the living room area.

The first pair of eyes that met mine were Miriam's, and my heart lurched into my stomach.

My mother sat beside her while my father stood by the side still in his pack uniform.

Mother gave me a pitiful look while father had this 'we've-been-waiting-for your-arrival-so-you-could-explain' gaze.

"Miriam, what... what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice hollow. I had no fight left — not when the thing they were dragging me for was something I'd actually done.

Before now, I used to think her presence meant she cared. Now I could see her for who she really was.

"We should be asking you that, you little slut!" My father's angry eyes found mine as he walked up to me and landed a heavy slap on the left side of my cheek.

Stinging pain arrested my cheek, as I stumbled backwards from the impact of a beta slapping me.

You worthless slut… Good for nothing girl…

These were voices from my past.

I was supposed to forget them. Erase them from my memory like they didn't exist.

But why did my heart constrict and my fingers tremble badly as I tried to control my labored breath?

"Father, I am not a slut..." My voice broke as I fell apart, seeing how disappointed my father was in me.

Until today, he'd never raised his hand on me.

He used to be so proud of me until five years ago…

“Yes you are,” I could feel pain bleed into his voice, his eyes reddening, “I used to tell everyone how hardworking you are, and why they shouldn't judge you based on your wolf less state but…” he spread his palms, no atom of warmth in his eyes,

“No matter what you did, you would never be better than your late twin sister. Even in her grave, everyone's still proud of her.”

Five years ago, after my sister's death, I had become wolf less and ever since then, father didn't cease to use any opportunity he got to compare us.

The silence that followed hit harder than his words — straight to my core.

Worthless piece of garbage… Slut...

"Even if you wanted to use those slutty holes of yours, couldn't you try to get the attention of the Alpha's son?"

He lifted his hands to hit me again when my mother sped to his side and held him.

"Please stop…"

Miriam who had been quiet all the while stepped forward and placed her palms together in a pleading manner,

"Beta, your wife's right,"

She lowered her gaze to the floor, her shoulders dropping to form a humble poise, "Don't blame her.. if you want to blame someone, blame me. It was my fault, I shouldn't have told you what happened.. I just wanted you to be there for her," then she sent me a chilling smirk that had me stumbling backwards, pain slicing through me once again at her betrayal.

How hadn't I seen this coming…

Wanted him to be there for me? As if she cared.

Her voice was soft, as she glanced at me with that pitiful look, her eyes misting over as she turned back to my parents with a sniffle…

My father sighed, "You're such a responsible friend for telling us," He withdrew his hand from my mother's and sighed, "I just don't get why she can't follow in your footsteps."

Miriam bowed, "With your permission, I'll be leaving. I must go prepare dinner for my family," and left our living room, while my father turned to face me.

"Leave!" He pointed toward the door, and for a second I couldn't process his word.

Then my body moved before my mind caught up — I dropped to the floor, clutching his legs, begging shamelessly.

However, he shook my hands off his legs,

“Get out of my house this minute, before I lose my temper, now!”

Tears rolled down my cheeks for the umpteenth time today as I bolted for the door, and ran as far as my legs could carry me, into the streets. I ran till I lost track of where I was.

Suddenly, I halted, bending and resting my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath when the rain started.

It pattered heavily, drenching my body as I looked into the dark sky.

I couldn't tell anymore if it was rain or tears running down my face. What did it matter anymore?

My legs gave out beneath me, as I let my body fall back to the wet ground, soaking me whole.

Perhaps, I was a lost soul. Someone loathed by the moon goddess.

I touched my wet hair, then wrapped my arms around my body as I shivered from the biting cold.

A lone tear slipped down my left cheek.

All these wouldn't have happened if I weren't wolfless in the first place.

Now I had lost it all.

My boyfriend. My family. And finally, a roof over my head.