Auctioned To My Mate’s uncle

OLIVIA

"I, Alpha Mateo County, reject you, Olivia Sanders, you are no longer regarded as my mate." He spat the words to my face.

I felt inner pain in my chest, and I knew the mating bond we shared had been broken. I looked him straight in the eyes, I couldn't explain his emotions but all I knew was that they burned like hell.

Even if you're asking me what and why he was telling me this, I literally have no idea what had caused this moment to happen.

"Why?" I cried, my heart holding my chest from the pain. "Why would you reject me, Mateo? What have I done to deserve this?"

He frowned. "Is that a question I am to answer? Why would someone like me need a weak, useless, and worthless omega like you as a mate? You don't deserve me, you don't fit to be in my life! So, do yourself the favor and accept my rejection."

Why would I accept his rejection when it was only a few days before our wedding? If he had from the onset didn't find me fit, why didn't he tell me beforehand? Why did he make me believe he loved me more than anyone?

I thought I had found home with Mateo, I thought I had it all with him in my life. But guess I was wrong. He had never for once loved me.

"Please, Mateo, you can't do this to me. You can't just reject me like that. You know how much I loved you, how much I want us to be together.

Remember, our wedding is only a few days and–"

"A few days?" He scoffed, and his frown deepened. "I choose when to get married to you, I picked the day and dared myself. So, I have every right to cancel without your approval."

I honestly don't know if I could cope with this, but as much as I wanted to believe this was my imagination playing games on me, reality kept speaking to me.

Even in my solitude moment, Mateo felt unmoved by my tears. I pleaded, I tried my best to make him understand that without him in my life, I have no idea of how to cope with life.

But the expression on his face told me that none of my pleading had anything to do with me and that I was only wasting my tears on nothing.

"You're wasting your time, Olivia, my words are final and I can't reverse it."

I could see the boldness and sincerity in his words, and I knew staying here any longer was a loss to me. I stood up from the ground I knelt, wiping the tears off my face and I gazed into his dark eyes.

"Fine. I accept your rejection, and I accept our fate." I finally said even though the words weren't from my heart. But...what can I do?

He smirked in approval, walking out of the room.

Hot tears clouded my eyes, the moment I heard the sound of the door closing, I felt those tears stream down my cheeks. The pain of heartbreak filled me, and I wanted everything to get off my mind.

I couldn't. I just couldn't bear the pain!

It was too much for me to bear, too much to handle. Why? Why would fate be so cruel to me?

As I walked through the street with my mind still reeling from what had happened, I decided I needed a drink. I turned into a small alley and found myself outside a bar. It looked dark and tatty, but I didn't care. I just wanted to forget everything over a drink.

I opened the door and walked inside. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of alcohol. I found a seat at the corner of the bar and ordered a drink, not caring what it would be served.

As I sat there, nursing my heartbreak, I felt someone watching me. I turned around and saw a man staring at me. He had a cold, calculating look in his eyes, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. But I ignored him and turned back around, determined not to let him ruin my night.

But he wouldn't leave me alone. He kept staring at me, making me increasingly uncomfortable. Finally, I had enough. I turned to him and said, "What do you want?”

He stood up and walked over to my table. He leaned In close, his breath hot on my neck.

"I want you,” he said, his voice low and threatening.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I tried to stand up, but he put his hand on my shoulder, keeping me in place. "You're not going anywhere,” he spat.

"I think you and I are going to have some fun tonight. Don't you?” he whispered with underlying threats in his voice.

I felt my heart racing at his words. I tried to think of a way to escape, but my mind was frozen with fear.

My body shook as the man tightened his grip on my shoulder, and I could smell alcohol on his breath.

He was so close that I could feel the heat from his body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound out of the anxiety.

And then, something inside of me snapped. A surge of anger and fear welled up, and I knew I had to fight back. Before he could do anything further, I brought my elbow up and slammed it into his stomach. He grunted in pain and released his grip.

I ran towards the door. I could hear him shouting, but I didn't stop. I pushed open the door and ran out into the street, gasping for breath. I could hear footsteps coming behind me and I knew I had to get away.

I ran down the street with my heart pounding in my chest. But then, a soft cloth was pressed over my face, and I inhaled a sickly sweet scent. I tried to scream, but it was too late, I blacked out.