Chapter 2: The Run.

Xefia’s pov:

I froze in shock, crumbled on the ground as his rejection resonated inside me like it was coming from a different amplifier in my body.

“What a joke,” someone said from behind me.

“Did she really think the alpha would take her as his mate? As if,” another said, followed by a mocking laughter, filled with mirth.

“And she’s nothing but an omega,” one moved to kick me on the ground. And then laughter rippled in the air as another foot latched on my stomach and then multiple feet were on me all at once. I did nothing to block the assault, this pain was better than the pain in my chest.

I tried to process what just happened as they kicked at me and cheered on. Something slimy rolled down my face as someone spat on me.

Was I too naive?

Was I a fool to want something more?

To hope?

“For her to even think she deserves the alpha is outrageous!” I recognized the voice as Syrah’s friend. “She shouldn’t be here!”

“Who even allowed her here?!” Demanded another. I drowned out their voices and insults as memories of how Ryker would only come to me in the middle of the night floated in the back of my mind.  

His open sneer, and hate filled eyes. How could I have mistook all that for care? How could I have hoped with such apparent signs? Or maybe I did see the sign, I wanted to believe that I could amount to something. An arrow pierced pain made my breathing hitch in my throat.

The kicking stopped and I just remained still, after everything…..goodness, I thought I would wail out loud, but there was some kind of pain that outrightly stole your voice.

My heart squeezed shut, the pain blinding, I just wanted a way out of it. But all that kept playing before my eyes was the fact that I gave my body to him, my spirit, my soul, everything that made me, me. I gave all to him and he didn’t so much as reciprocate it. Instead he rejected me and made me a public laughing stock.

As I sat up, I saw Syrah wrap her arms around him and though I thought it impossible, that sight made me feel like they were a thousand needles puncturing my skin all at once.

I felt my wolf howl in pain, it was like she wanted to tear herself right out of my skin, my head was as if fire was lit on it ... .a pain so searing, that I felt my entire being flame out.

Lifting my head once again at the sore sight to my eyes, Ryker’e eyes met mine from the platform and he drew Syrah even closer to himself. I realized it now, though too late, it was always the plan. I was discardable and I was blinded to that because I was a naive girl that dared to hope, to dream, to believe. I finally got the message, all those times, he didn’t want me. He only wanted to use me, humiliate me and discard whatever remains that were left.

Slowly, with blurry vision, I stumbled to my feet. My heart must as well have died that day. It was wrenched right from my chest before my eyes. I held back my sobs and tears as I meandered aimlessly back to the omega quarters as memories from our night together came reeling into my head and I collapsed on the cold ground.

The memories were like a mockery to me. To break me and bring me to shame. They felt like I was cutting myself just by remembering it. The corner of my eyes burned with tears, how I’d blindly allowed him to use me and do with my body as he pleased. I felt betrayed, wronged.

Why?

I hit my chest to veer off the memory, no matter how hard I tried I never found the voice to cry, my wolf retrieved to the back of my mind, wounded and grieving. She went silent, and then I found the pain, at my core, latch itself in my throat and I found my voice and shut up roaring from a visceral scream of agony, pain so deep that it came from my brain and then I felt the pain form into a ball of fire where my heart should have been and another growl tore through my chest.

Blood pooled in my mouth from the assault earlier. “No, I would not die here.” It was long due to taking my life into my own damn hands. I would be damned to let this define my life, to allow this be my end.

I have a dream, I always have and maybe it was different earlier, but now what I wanted was clear.

Looking out through my window, I watched the celebration from the moon festival, the light, the glamour as well as their cheer. They were happy. He was happy, which was my life robbed. He shouldn’t be happy, he didn’t deserve it. Not after everything he had done to me.

Every scar, every pain, every form of abuse and use all merged up and formed some fire inside of me.

Tearing away from the window I packed the measly amount of clothes I had, spat out the blood from the cut in my mouth.

Dropping to the ground I caught sight of  my reflection on the mirror and bile rose in my guts. I took the small knife from the cupboard and took it through my hair. Cutting the front into a bang. The look was different. Jagged just like my life.

As the pack celebrated, I packed some food to get by with, a worn cloak and then the blade I’d used to cut my hair. Standing by the door with my small bag of food supplies over my bag, I donned on my cloak and the hoodie, staring back I made a silent promise.

This would not be my last, they would hear from me again. Shutting the door I was on the move.

I slipped past the patrol lines heading to the border. I appreciated the moon ceremony, though it might have marked something tragic for me but in truth it had revealed what was to me and, because everyone was too busy to notice some comly omega werewolf absence I slipped out without interference.

I had to hurry because the moment Ryker noticed that I was gone, he would send troops after me and then he would kill me and have his way. Never in ten bleeding hells would I allow that to happen.

I pushed forward with adrenaline coursing through my veins like air. I felt an unusual energy in my core and a chant, a voice that propelled me forward and told me where to go. And then fear was dispelled from me, all except that voice.

Run! Xefia, run!

Hours later after sticking to tree lines I finally stopped by the Bloodhowl river bank to catch my breath. I was exhausted and drained of every energy. As if that wasn’t enough, I felt my vision distorted and my body dragged me into eternal darkness unable to resist it anymore.

When I woke up, my heart jumped and lunged itself in my mouth as I stared at unfamiliar faces in my vision. Men. I panicked, my breathing became rapid as I was still too weak to rise.

No!

They caught me!