Chapter 2

Jordan's POV

My eyes were reddened and slowly darkening as the loud growls were just few inches away from me mid air when I felt a tight grip pull me out of their way and the resounding echoes and vibrations as they thudded against the ground and sprayed me and the others mud and it shook my soul.

I was gasping for breath as they circled around me, but Killian was by side, and stopped them. He held me firmly and pulled me up as I struggled to catch my breath but I quickly yanked my hands off him and pushed him away.

“What's the matter with you?!”

As if that wasn't enough.

Emily and the rest of the girls were busy running their mouths and it only enraged my bloody soul.

“I can't believe he almost passed out just because of a mere shift?”

Those words pricked my heart and shattered it to pieces. I always tried to look tough, strong and reserved, just as he had asked of me, assuring me that one day, he'll claim me publicly. But no, what has he done today? Ridicule me!

I turned to him now and rolled my eyes, struggling to maintain my calm with hands clenched.

“You know! You fucking know why!” I spat, my voice firm.

“Yes, I do and that's why I want you to snap out of it. I want you to face your damn fear and be a man!” He scolded.

I nodded slowly, observing him carefully with a stern scowl while I tried to filter my words so it wouldn't come off too harsh at him.

“You know what, just…”

I turned away now, heading to leave because I clearly couldn't stand this madness from him. Among everyone here, I expect him to protect me, but what has he done, shame me!

“Jordan?! Why are you being so dramatic?”

I just kept walking and didn't reply to him anymore.

“Get back here! I'm not done talking to you!” He yelled at me with his deep alpha commanding voice that was supposed to make any omega bend to his will immediately, but it didn't and I didn't flinch either.

Such powers don't work on your mate and I just kept on going. I knew what that meant, I knew the picture it had painted before the others and I anticipated his reaction.

A loud growl echoed behind me and I swerved quickly but not quick enough as he grabbed me and forced me to the ground in full wolf form, pressing his weight against me.

I didn't panic, nor did I struggle. I couldn't fight him, and neither could he. He couldn't fight or injure his mate, and the thought of it clearly broke him.

The loud footsteps of the others echoed beneath the ground as they rushed over and dragged him off me.

When I stood up, I was already wet and dirty with the mud and I stared at him with a cold smirk. I didn't say anything again, I knew I had pushed him to the limits, he wanted to assert his authority since he was among his peers, and that's okay. But for now, I think it's best we avoid each other.

My heart was heavy with pain as I headed back to the pack house and everything that had happened just kept on replaying in my sick head. It's not enough that I'm just a boy his dad accepted to stay with them, but he has to ridicule me this way. I really don't blame him, I blame the moon goddess for bonding us together.

All I could think of was pain, the pain of losing my parents, the pain of him shaming me, the pain of everything just seemed to clamp down hard on me.

However, I carried on and walked back to the pack house, dirty, bruised and clearly broken.

With my frail hands, I grabbed the door handle and opened the door, walking in, not minding how dirty I was.

I just needed to get a change of clothes and a cool bath and after that, I can deal with his tantrums because I know he'll surely come around to apologize.

Overwhelmed and tired, I walked over to the corridor, heading upstairs and because I wasn't concentrating anymore, I felt a sharp pain shoot through me as my feet dashed hard against the edge of the wall.

The pain shot though me like an arrow and sent shocking and painful waves down my spine and spread all over me.

I dropped to the ground in agony, soiling the tiled floor further.

God no!

I laid there, bleeding from my toe and tears rolling down my eyes. I wasn't just crying because of the pain from it, I was finally crying because that pain had triggered all of the pain I had been holding back just this night and forced it out.

But just then, the door flung open and my heart skipped a beat.

Dear Lord!

An imposing figure walked in, his eyes scanning me immediately with much scrutiny and the silence between us was heavy and only made things worse.

Alpha Lorenzo, Killian's father, was right there, staring at me with disgust as I had destroyed his floor with my filth. I couldn't look at his face, I couldn't move an inch, I couldn't say a thing, I just froze, my head buried in agony.

I'm done for.