The Last Straw

Chapter 4

Azalea's Pov

I slip out of the bed, surprising not only Alpha Klein but even myself at my strange readiness to defend his unprecedented attack.

He tugs my arm angrily. “You won't speak of rejection to my face.’’

“Why not?’’ I fire back, yanking my hand from him. But his grip is too firm.

‘‘Don't be silly now, wolfless!’’

“It's Azalea. Not wolfless!’’ I yell again. I'm so done with his neglect. I won't keep letting him treat me disdainfully while he showers another woman with love.

“Who cares wtf your name is?’’ He frowns, then spins me over really fast. He traps my both hands behind me and slams me against the wall.

That hurt through my bones.

“You don't get to make demands with me, Mate.” He spells into my ear. “I'm not done with you yet. And until I am, no one is rejecting the other.”

“I'm sick of this..!’’ I gasp, pain coursing through my arms. “You hate me so much that the thought that we're mates makes your skin crawl, so why won't you reject me?’’

“I ASKED YOU TO SHUT UP!’’ He growls, spanking my ass hard.

That makes me shudder in raw forsaking pleasure, hotness rushing between my legs.

“Right. I know exactly what you want.’’ He squeezes my both hands into one grip, then slips his free hand into my dress, grazing my thighs with the succulence of his palm.

“No… please don't..’’ A sharp gasp escapes my lips, blood cramping to the back of my brain as he caresses between my inner thighs.

I don't want him.

I shouldn't want him.

He wants another woman.

He keeps another woman in his heart yet comes to me for his urges. Still unfortunately I can't resist him. I'm dripping wet in my pants already with a picture of his thick length stuck in my head.

He cups my pussy in a possessive fist, and my legs almost give out as he massages my clits through the silk fabric of my pants.

Oh, how I love this man! How foolish of me to want him this bad despite his cold neglects.

“You don't want to reject me, slut. You love this just as much as I do.’’ He grunts heavily into my ear, needily, pressing his hard bulge deep in my ass. He shoves two fingers inside me.

“Yes…please…’’ I moan sweetly. Stupidly. Grabbing onto the wall like a life support. He doesn't want me, yet he loves being inside me. Maybe that's wanting me in some form?

His breath grows heavier, his fingers thrusting faster, deeper, and I know it's just a matter of time before he turns me over for a hard fuck.

But that never happens.

He pulls away from me just when I'm about to hit extreme, whispering; “Aurelia.’’

My heart snaps in my chest. Something tells me she's mindlinked him, and he'll go to her. He'll dump me to exhaust his urge in her pussy.

“Don't go.’’ I grab his arm with trembling voice. “Don't leave me for her.’’

“Let go.’’ His voice is cold, his gaze icy on my grip. But I don't release him.

“I’m your mate. Being with her will put me in unbearable pain.’’ My heart breaks at the thoughts of him in bed with Aurelia.

He rips my grip off finally, “I decide who I choose to be with, Silly. My Luna is waiting for me and I must go to her!’’

Like that, he walks out. Leaving his words to torture me first before the final break of his betrayal.

Aurelia doesn’t spare me, and neither does my so-called mate in his attempt to please his precious Luna. They spend the entire night doing things I hate to imagine, causing rippling pains through me like cruel blades, until my consciousness can't hold it anymore.

When I open my eyes, darkness. And the familiar musk smell of the basement. My throat hurt from dryness, and I can still feel the pain of Alpha Klein's betrayal faint in my chest.

How long was I passed out?

I'm still pondering on the thought when faint steps approaches the door, unlocking the chains from outside. I pull back my weak body in fear, but as the door slides open and Madam Leah steps in with a torch.

‘‘You're up’’ She whispers as she approach, handing me a water bottle. “Drink up.’’

I don't hesitate and empty the bottle in one gulp, feeling life surging back through me.

“There's no time, you have to leave here immediately.’’ Madam Leah tells me. If I'd been paying attention, I would've noticed her urgency from the beginning.

“W-what do you mean?’’

“The Alpha is currently getting married to his chosen mate at the pack square, so it won't be hard for you to get to the borders. Leave the pack, Azalea. It's now or never.’’ She's staring at me with pity in her eyes, and I immediately know she has figured everything out.

I stare down, too ashamed to look at her face “I'm sorry.’’

“You don't have to be. It's the Alpha's loss for not understanding the value of his mate. He'll come to realise it in due time, I only pray it's not too late by then.’’ She pats my shoulder, and I'm resisting the urge to breakdown.

“You can't waste any more minute here, or the Luna's assassins will find us.’’ Madam Leah, pulls me up fast, though with a guided arm around my waist.

“A–assassins?’’ My heart skips, thudding in horror as my strained muscles stretch out painfully.

“Judge me, but I don't blame her for wanting to kill you.’’ She's helping me to the door. “She thinks she's trying to protect the Alpha, but the consequences could be deadly in future.’’

I have alot to say about how she speaks of me like I'm anything special, but the thought that Luna Emily is trying to kill me is heavier.

All I've done is love Alpha Klein dearly, and hope someday his family accepts me. But they choose to dwell on my father's stained crown and humiliate me in every ways.

First my mate neglects me, then his mother tries to kill me. They want me completely ruined, but I'll turn the side of the blade. I'll ruin the reputation they were trying so hard to protect. Then die happily with the satisfaction of my revenge.

“It's clear.’’ Madam Leah returns after inspecting the passages and escorts me out through the backyard.

“You have to live, Azalea. For your pub.’’ She squeezes a bag in my hand. “It contains medicine, and little food.’’

I force a painful smile. “Thank you, Madam Leah. I'll never forget your help.’’

“Go on now, through the woods. So you won't get seen.’’

I hurry into the woods following her instruction. But once she returns into the packhouse, I avert towards the pack square, where my mate is probably having the best day of his life, with only one thought.

Ruin them all.

The pack stones pricking my feets isn't half as painful as the bitterness in my heart as I run down the roads.

I thought mates were meant to adore each other? I thought mates were meant to share in each other's pain and sorrow?

This reality of mine was no life worth living.

No one deserves to be treated this way, omega or wolfless.

I will at least get to see my cruel mate's face once more before I die. Maybe make him drive a stake in my heart himself, and get my closure in death that he's never….

I don't realise an incoming vehicle as I burst out past a brick.

Headlights flares….. Car honks blaring.

The revving engine slams into me, exploding white-hot pain through my body. I roll over the vehicle impactfully, and there's a heavy bang against my head. Then the earth goes black.