Chapter 1

Chapter 1

SASHA'S POV

"Mate," I blurted out, grinning from ear to ear.

I have been hoping to find my mate today, and it's a good thing I wasn't disappointed. I thought within me, still grinning, as I raise my gaze to meet with that of my mate.

I expected warm smile from him, but what I saw was his cold and distant face, making me gasp.

"No, you can never be my mate," he retorted, his words cutting deep into my heart. 

"I can't be with someone like you," he added, his tone dripping with disgust, and distain.

I felt a sting of rejection and tried to touch him, to bridge the gap between us, but he yelled at me. 

"Don't you dare touch me!" He spat, his voice echoes through the crowd.

I took a step back, hurt and confusion etched on my face. "Why don't you want to have anything to do with me?" I asked, my voice cracking with emotion.

He sneered at me, his eyes filled with contempt. "You have a witch blood in you, and you're an outcast in your pack. Why would I want to have anything to do with someone like you?"

I felt a lump form in my throat as I swallowed hard, trying to process his harsh words. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I was speechless, my heart was slowly breaking.

My mother happened to be a witch, but she was also my father's mate, and I know how everyone in the pack has been talking about her.

When everyone expected my father to reject my mother, he didn't; instead, he surprised them all by getting married to her, regardless of everything they had said about witches.

That act of his turned everyone against us, and we were seen as outcasts in our own pack. 

I never knew my mate was also going to see me as an outcast and reject me because of that someday. And now that I was face with the situation, I feel so bad.

Hot tears clouded my eyes, but just then I remembered the mate bond, the connection that was supposed to be unbreakable, a glimmer of hope, sparkling in me.

"That doesn't really matter," I said,

 "Because I'm your mate, and we should be together since we are mates," I declared, trying to act calm.

He laughed, a cold, mirthless sound, and the others around us joined in, their laughter like a knife twisting in my heart. I felt ashamed, humiliated, but I refused to give up.

Trembling with emotion, I stood firm, prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, and win back my mate. 

"You are an alpha, and I know how important a mate bond means to alphas, so I'm sure you would need me," I spoke up with confidence.

My heart racing as I tried to be firm. 

But my words were met with ridicule, and the laughter slowly died down.

"I never knew hybrid's bloodlines could be such daydreamers, and filled with confidence, but I know better now," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and disdain.

I felt my face burn with embarrassment as I faced the floor, unable to meet his gaze anymore.

"I would rather be with someone who is not my mate than to be with an urged outcast like you," he said, with all seriousness, and I meet his gaze now.

I could feel my heart shattering into a thousand pieces. I regretted coming here, I regretted hoping for a chance with him.

"I, Alpha Callan, reject you as my mate," he declared, his words like a death sentence. 

I gasped, my eyes welling up with tears as I raised my glance to meet his. I was desperate, unwilling to accept his rejection. 

I had been looking forward to this day for so long, and I couldn't bear the thought of being rejected by my own mate.

"Alpha Callan, please don't do this, we belong together," I begged, falling to my knees before the crowd, not minding what might happen next. 

I hoped that this little act of mine would move him, and make him have a change of mind about me.

"Look, everyone, the hybrid is on her knees, pleading for me to accept her. How beautiful," he mocked, his voice echoing through the crowd. 

The crowd joined in, mocking me, calling me a desperate witch. I felt my heart break, my spirit crush beneath their ridicule.

"Even if you plead from now until forever, I will never have anything to do with someone like you, so just accept my rejection so I can find someone else," he spat, his words cruel. 

“What are you waiting for, accept my rejection,” he stated with his voice showing no emotions.

He was heartless, and I bet he doesn't care about our mate bond.

“Alpha Callan, I'm sorry but I don't want to break this mate bond between us,” I told him.

His face turned redden immediately, as he walked closer to me, while I just kept calm and stared at him.

He grabbed me by my neck, and pulled me up. I struggled, but he tightened his grip, cutting off my air supply. 

"Now accept my rejection, else I'm going to kill you right now," he snarled, his eyes blazing with fury. 

I knew he meant it, and a wave of fear washed over me. I realized that he hated me, and it would be foolish of me to continue resisting.

"I, Sasha Jack, accept your rejection," I whispered, the words barely audible. 

As soon as I spoke, I felt our mate bond shatter, and just then he released me, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

I felt tears well up in my eyes as he walked past me, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on a random lady behind me. "Oh my goodness, he picked me as his mate," she squealed.

"Here is my mate," Callan announced, his voice booming through the crowd. 

It dawned on me that he had chosen someone else, someone who wasn't me. 

A tightness formed in my chest, and I fought to breathe. I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of his rejection.

"How can this happen to me?" I thought, as I turned to see who the lady was, with my nostrils flared in anger. 

She had a wide smile on her face, and I wished I could attack her, but I knew I couldn't. 

She was now the mate of the alpha, and I was just a nobody, a rejected outcast.

I felt utterly devastated, my heart shattered into a million pieces. 

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks, but I gritted my teeth, determined to hold them back. 

I wished I could just vanish, escape the agony and humiliation that consumed me.

If I ever had the chance to meet the moon goddess now, I would unleash my fury upon her. 

I would rain curses down on her, and even attempt to attack her, despite knowing I would never stand a chance. 

I couldn't believe that I had prayed all night to the moon goddess, begging to be accepted by my mate, only to face rejection that cut deeper than any knife. 

The memory of my prayers now seemed like a cruel joke, a reminder of my foolish hopes.

As I stared at Callan and the lady beside him, I felt my heartaches the more. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair. 

How was I ever going to survive this? Was I continue to stay lonely for the rest of my life? These questions rang in my head, as I finally let down my tears.