Chapter four

{Warning: chapter contains violence and harassment. For those sensitive, read at your own risk}

Violet’s POV

My eyes unconsciously strayed to the table my mate sat in, eyes drooping in disappointment at his missing figure. 

His friends remained though, one of them in particular throwing a scowl at me. 

My wolf whimpered under his gaze, the pressure the higher ranking wolf had on mine causing me to shiver.

“Hey, would you quit eye fucking them?!” Joyce yelled, her shriek causing heads to snap in my direction.

I paled, words fleeing my head as I tried to deny her words. 

“I– I am not!” I stammered, looking around nervously.

I didn't want to be branded with a different name.

Joyce however, didn't get the memo. She rolled her eyes at me, jabbing her perfectly manicured fingers in my direction. “Don't try that innocent shit with me, and get to work or else!” 

I glared at her, clenching my fists beside me while she left with an arrogant ‘humph.’

I wish I could smack her in the face, but I couldn't.

Not without me getting punished. Trust me, I had tried, and didn't want it to repeat ever again.

My wolf whined sorrowfully in my head, and I couldn't help but lower my gaze as tears pricked my eyes.

I didn't deserve this life, but the moon goddess was cruel to omegas like me.

Lowering my gaze, I continued with my work till my shift ended, not minding the fact that I worked extra hours.

Snickers flew into the air as I walked out the cafe, Joyce and a few other female co-workers throwing jabs at me and even going as far as to throw dirty napkins at me. 

I pressed my lips into a thin line, rage simmering in my chest— boundless, raw and ever present; too wild for an omega like me— as I stared at the foul material.

I glared at them, forcing my wolf back as well. 

Taking a last glance at them, I left.

It was useless staying there and causing a scene knowing all too well no one would take my side. 

The thought pricked me and my wolf a little more than I liked.

Werewolves were social creatures. It was why we had packs and weren't like other supernaturals who were mostly solos.

The fact that my pack rejected and treated me like an outcast was putting a strain on me and my wolf.

I can feel my sanity eating away, wanting to snap like a thread— a thought I dreaded. 

Going feral was way worse than being rogue. At least a rogue could maintain his or her sanity. 

Jogging down the familiar path home, dirt picked up at my feet, the cold evening air brushing at my face and slapping away the few jeers that had managed to make its way to my ears.

I paused mid jog, my eyes catching sight of a teal blue diamond cut wristwatch standing in display at a shop's window.

Just looking at it, I knew I had to sell an arm and a leg to afford it, but still what made me stop to admire the watch was because of how it reminded me of him.

His eyes in particular.

It made me imagine him wearing the watch in a suit. It would suit him.

My wolf purred at the back of my head, and I blushed, my face going an even brighter shade once I caught sight of my reflection in the shop's window.

“Calm down Violet, it's just the mate bond messing with your head. A person like him could never like you.” I muttered, exhaling through my mouth as I resumed my walk back home. 

I shouldn't get ahead of myself, I repeated in my head, but gosh it wasn't helping.

Not when my damn wolf keeps bringing images of him staring at me. 

Moon goddess, his damn stares alone! Those damn eyes were doing shit to me and it wasn't helping since he was handsome too.

After finding out we were mates, I noticed how often he visited the cafe along with his friends, but what I noticed more was his hot gaze trailing my body like fire. 

Like he was worshipping my whole body while I was naked. 

Heck standing in front of him made me feel that way.

I knew there was no hope for us as he might reject me, but for once, I was allowed to wallow in my fantasies right?

I bit my lower lip, a small smile tugging at my lips.

For the rest of my walk home, I felt bliss, but sadly all things must end. 

Staring at the nightmare that stood in front of me, my smile slipped right off, my knees trembling in fright.

Once again, I was about to step into the cage I called a home. 

I couldn't believe I had called this place a home all my life. The abuse, the neglect, all of it was here, but still I stayed. 

A psycho is what one would call myself, but when you are so desperate for love— especially from a parent, shit hits hard. 

Closing my eyes, I exhaled, trying to prepare myself for the unknown.

“Violet?” A voice called, a voice I was so familiar with, a voice that brought immediate disgust had me snapping my eyes open. 

Standing with the door of my apartment opened, Owen in my father's pajamas, grinned like a cheshire cat, acting like he owned the place. “You are back!”

“What are you doing here?” I asked, frowning at him. “Where is my dad?” 

I looked around, pushing him aside as I made my way in. 

The house was littered like always, but there was no sign of my father.

“Your father went to get something. He said he'd be back soon.” He answered, locking the door behind him.

Hearing the door click shut, I became painfully aware of the tension between us.

Ever since that day at the cafe, I had avoided Owen as much as I could, but luck wasn't on my side today. 

“Why are you here?”

“Don't you want to see me?” He tilted his head, taking a step closer to me and I took one back to put some space between us. 

He let out a chuckle, the sound hollow, even an idiot could notice the anger in them. “Are we going to keep doing this? I told you I was sorry. Miss Donna was only a business partner.”

“Okay, but I remember telling you I didn't care.” I said, eyes darting to the door of my room.

Something about him felt off. 

It made my wolf scream at me to get away and I didn't like it.

I stared at him warily, hating once more of the fact that my father wasn't here.

“Owen, I think you should go.” I spoke, looking at his face. “I need to clean.”

I wished he'd get the message and just leave.

Owen's face fell, his fists balling beside him. “You are sending me away?” 

“What?” I laughed awkwardly, “No. Why would I?” Please go away.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest, my breath picking as he stared at me. 

What should I do to make him leave?

Just as I was contemplating, he suddenly grabbed me in the arm. “You think I am a fool Violet? You think I can't see what's going on? You've been sleeping with someone haven't you?”

I winced, hitting on his arm as his nails dug into my flesh. “Let go! I have no idea what you are talking about!”

“Shut up!” He snapped, smacking me on the face causing me to fall on my butt. 

Pain shot around my body, the most prominent one, my cheek as my teeth had grazed my inner flesh.

“The whole pack is talking about it, and yet you dare act all innocent?” He roared, his green eyes blazing as his wolf surfaced. “For years, I tried behaving like a gentleman, hoping you would come around, but you dare go around sleeping with the alpha's son and his friends?! Is that how cheap you are?!”

His words sent stabs to my heart, like a sharp dagger. 

I choked, tears leaking from my eyes as I glared at him. “If you think so then leave me be! I never liked you anyway so you'd be doing me a favour by leaving me alone.” 

The last part slipped out of me, and when I realized it, it was too late. 

I saw Owen's face turn dark, and green before he pounced on me. 

Everything happened so fast, I barely had time to think. 

It was only when he started tugging at my shirt did it come to me what he was planning on doing. 

“No! Please, stop!” I shouted, hands flailing about as I tried protecting my dignity even as my skin met with every blow I received from him. 

“You bitch! I'll make sure to teach you never to open your legs!” He growled, his fingers turning to claws as he ripped my shirt open. 

Feeling the cold air on my skin, my heart thundered like a rainstorm, adrenaline pumping in my veins as dread filled me. 

No, no, no. This can't be happening!

I sobbed, reaching around, my hands suddenly coming in contact with one of my dad's empty bottles. 

Just as he ripped open my pants, I smashed the bottle on his head, his pained howl filling the room as he clutched his head. 

I kicked at him, dashing out of the house— thankful I had held on to the keys earlier. Tears streamed down my face as I ran into the woods, my heart hammering like a drum, and my wolf whining in my head. 

After putting a good distance between us, I felt my legs give out on me. 

Sobs flew past my lips as I cried, the heavy realization that I had almost been raped crashing in. 

How could he do this to me?

Why?

Even if he wasn't the best, I had actually tried considering settling down with him, so what was this?

Lost in my wallowing and still shaken, I failed to notice where I was and more importantly notice when a figure had crept behind me.

“Violet?” A deep voice called, and like a switch, I paused; automatically looking behind me to see my mate. 

“What happened?” He growled, rushing to me once he saw my face. 

My lips wobbled, tears coming out of my eyes and I couldn't form words. 

Again, his deep blue eyes flickered with rage, and he grabbed me by the chin. “Who did this to you?”