Chapter 3: Rejected

Samiya's POV

I had felt pain before. I had felt it when my father left my mother and me. I had felt it the first time I had to sleep with a man just so my mother and I could see a good meal for the next day. Hell, I had felt it when I was fourteen and when Meidran ignored me for the first time and later on stopped talking to me, but this, this felt different.

My eyes watered and, once again, I looked around to see the crowd around us getting even bigger.

Fuck my luck.

“Samiya, this cannot be happening. Our... our mate can’t possibly mean that,” I heard Scarlet whimper, but she was wrong. Unlike me, she was naive. She didn’t see the world for what it truly was. Cruel and unforgiving.

“Just let me handle things, Scarlet,” I mindlinked her, not wanting my anger to seep into my tone, but I felt that I must have failed horribly at that.

I only heard a soft sound of disagreement before she went completely silent.

Holding my head high and grasping onto whatever pride I had left, I choked, “Is it because I’m an omega, Meidran? I thought none of that mattered anymore. Is the way I was born so hard to look over? Is it my fault that I was born like this?”

Meidran removed his hands from his pockets, folding his arms across his chest. The corners of his lips twitched and he rolled his eyes. “It’s not just that, Samiya. It’s the fact that you felt like whoring yourself out was ever a good idea in the first place. In that regard, you had a choice. You always had a choice.

I cannot be mated to someone who is tagged as the wench of Etrana! I refuse to taint my reputation in such a way and have a mate who didn’t value herself enough to keep her purity for the right person.”

Each word hit my chest with the intensity of a newly sharpened dagger. Feeling slightly faint, I held my chest and took a step back. The pain I felt began to mix with a heated anger. I was tired of being regarded as less than and being blamed for the decisions I had to make just to survive. I was tired of being trampled on and being treated like dirt.

Tears began to run down my cheeks and my breathing got even heavier. “And when you left me back then when we were kids? What was your reason for that?!” I screamed.

“Do you not understand how the rank system works?! Did you really think that the son of a Beta could spend his days playing around with some stupid omega who couldn’t even pull through the simple classes we had back then!”

Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I scoffed. “So, that was the real reason you left me when we were kids. You were scared to be associated with some stupid low-class omega, isn’t it? I was never good for you from the beginning, isn't it Beta Meidran?” I stressed his name and title like the two words put together disgusted me.

The fool clenched his fists by his sides. “Yes. Yes, that’s it. The fact that you were born an omega made things terrible for you and now that you made the wise decision to become the famous prostitute of the town, you’re even more disgusting to me. Now you can get over whatever fucked up and deluded version you had of us in your head.”

I felt my wolf getting even weaker as Meidran continued to speak. My heart broke into a million pieces, falling to the pits of my belly and effectively killing all the butterflies in my belly.

My head began to ache and I was sure that my eyes had become bloodshot, but I didn’t care. Keeping my head held up high, I narrowed my eyes at Meidran. “I fucking hate you, Meidran Hall!”

Meidran tried to walk past me, but I wasn’t done just yet.

“You’re trying to walk away from me again, aren’t you? That’s what you do best, isn’t it? You just walk away from everything you know you don’t have the balls to face!”

The murmurs in the background grew even louder, but I was far too gone now. I was lost in a pit of my own pain and self-pity.

Meidran turned to face me again. This time his eyes were heated with an emotion that almost made those brown orbs appear black, and almost immediately, I could sense what was coming next.

“Do it,” I seethed.

“I, Beta Meidran Hall of the Etrana Pack, reject you, Samiya Cordova, as my mate and I hereby break any bond we might share.”

Scarlet was no longer silent. A loud howl rang in my head and I felt her threatening to take over, but I was strong enough to keep her in check.

What I wasn’t strong enough to do was keep my emotions in check.

My resolve weakened, and I took a step back clutching my chest as though it could lessen the pain that was already beginning to fester. Weakness overcame me and I found myself falling to my knees. I could feel a burning sensation running through my veins, replacing the sparks that I once felt, and in my head only one word rang. Revenge.

“I, Samiya Cordova, wench of Etrana, the lowly omega you so terribly despise, accept your rejection, Beta Meidran.”