Your mate

" Please Liam, you can't do this to me!" I half shouted, forgetting that I had to beg him not to reject me.

" And why can't I?" Liam had an evil smirk on his face as he looked down on me as if I was filth. Disgust was apparent on his face.

I always knew that he hated me but after what happened last night, I had come to convince myself that everything changed. How wrong I was to even think that Liam could ever feel anything for me apart from disgust.

Yes, he has always hated me but today, looking Into his eyes, the hatred seemed to have doubled if not tripled.

" I forbid you to reject me. I am your mate." I shouted but the man before me chuckled, as if what I said was funny. Perhaps it was, but not to me.

" Forbid you say?" He asked, taking a step towards me and gripping my chin tightly, so tight that I hissed from the pain.

I knew for sure that it'd leave a mark but at this point, that was the least of my concerns.

" Forbid you say? Who do you think you are to forbid me from doing something?" He questioned, his eyes flickering from dark to red, indicating that his wolf was struggling to take control.

" Do you believe that I can squash you like an ant and make you disappear fork the face of the earth without any traces?" He growled and I trembled, fear kicking in and consuming every nerve of my being.

" You should be thankful that a rejection is all you get after what your father did. A traitor will always birth a traitor and that's what you are!" He spat, pushing me away harshly before storming out of my room.

I slumped on the floor, letting my tears clean my face.

I always thought that my life was a living hell with the scornful glances the pack members threw at me since I was young but with the way Liam just treated me like a slut, I am not sure if I'll ever recover.

After sobbing for hours, I finally picked myself up and made my way to the bed.

Yes, I might be a traitor's daughter but that doesn't warrant me from being treated worse than a dog.

I have always dreamt of finding my mate, someone who would accept me for who I am and not whose daughter I am. Someone who would love me unconditionally. I should have known better than to have my hopes up because people like us deserve nothing but pain. We don't deserve to be happy.

When I shifted a month ago, I recognized Liam as my mate. My happiness knew no bounds. Imagine finding out that the person you have always crushed on was your mate. That was the happiest day of my life but Liam didn't share the same excitement.

He didn't acknowledge me as his mate nor claim me. All he did was glare at me, a glare that warned me not to breathe a word to anybody about us being mates.

At first, I thought that he was in denial, that he needed time to wrap his brain over the fact that he was mated to me.

I didn't have the perfect reputation at the pack, considering that I was the daughter of the man who plotted against the Alpha.

My father was the Alpha's Beta but ended up betraying him. I was only ten years old when I witnessed the death of my father.

I have always thought that something was off about his accusations and his death paired with the words he whispered into my ears before breathing his last.

" Live for the truth." Those were his words.

What truth was he talking about? Was it related to his death?

" We have a reason to live. I have to find out the truth. " I whispered to myself.

I will not allow Liam's rejection to put me down. I am stronger than that and I will prove it to him; that with or without him, I can still live a good life.

If he thinks he will shatter me with his rejection, then he will have to try harder. I will use the pain of rejection as my motivation to live well.

Walking to the bathroom, I turn off the shower to clean his scent off me only to end up wincing in pain from the discomfort down there.

The pain reminds me of the cruel reality of losing my virginity to an asshole of a man.

What a waste!

After taking my sweet time to clean myself, I dress up before leaving the house to Mr Jones eatery.

I have been working there for the last three years and although the man is grumpy, he is actually very nice to me.

Since I have no parents, I was forced to start working at an early age to cater for myself.

After highschool, I secretly enrolled myself in medical school.

I have managed to work during the day and spend my evening in class.

" You are late, again!" Mr Jones sings, his eagle-like eyes narrowing at me.

" My apologies. I had something to take care of." I replied, looking away, hoping and praying that he doesn't realize that I have been crying but I am not so lucky.

" You have been crying." It was more like a statement than a question.

The man has always been observative. You can't hide anything from him.

I nodded my head, not in the least interested in lying to him. What's the point anyway, the man is allergic to lies.

" Same old story, old man, but I am alright now." I replied .

I just admitted to crying earlier but I wasn't going to spit the reason why.

" That's a lie Tania and you know it." The old man said in a displeased tone.

" Is this about him? Your mate?" He insisted and my heart dropped.