Chapter 3: Leaving.

Chapter 3: Leaving.

Becky's POV 

I was forcefully work up the next morning by my parents arguing. 

I groned in annoyance, they do this almost all the time, always arguing but never leaving each other. It must be nice.

I used my blacked to burry myself further into my bed and counted down from three.

“Three…two…one…”

And just like that, the yelling stopped. I tussed and turned trying to sleep but it was gone.

Today was a Saturday so I woldn't have to go to school and start explaing to Cassy and Cindy why I suddenly disappeared at the party last night. 

I dragged myself out of bed, took a shower, got dressed and went downstairs imto the kitchen. 

My parents were all Lovie dovie in the kitchen. “Gose, I need to wash my eyes, could the both of you please stop? A kid is here." 

They both burs out laughing, “You're a teenager, and 17 at that, so…no go get a boyfriend if it bothers you that much.” 

" A hard pass.” I said taking my seat at the kitchen counter. 

" That reminds me, when did you get home last night? Did you come in with any of your brothers?” Mom asked, staring at me, her right hand on her hip. 

" No, I left the party early and came home. Wasn't enjoying it.” 

“Well we didn't hear the front door open." Mom said, now staring at me suspiciously.

“Or the back door." Dad included, standing behind my mom and staring at me suspiciously as well. 

"Okay, fine. I came in through my window okay.” I said fustrated. 

" Why? You didn't find your mate at the party?" Mom asked. After I didn't answer, her expression changed to a mixture of sad and pity. “Oh pumpkin, it's okay, you'll find your mate someday." She said, walking towards me and pulled me in for a hug.

I couldn't tell them that I did find my mate, it's just that he didn't want me.

I hugged her because I really needed it. I couldn't bring myself to tell them about it so I'll let them believe that I didn't find my mate, but one thing is for sure, i can't stay here in the pack world for now, the memory of what the Alpha King said least night is too much to bear right now. 

I have to go to the human world. 

Mom pulled away from the hug and caressed my head, the look of pity, worry and sadness evident in the pained my heart even more. 

“I want to go to the human world." I dropped the bomb on them.

“What?" Mom asked, staring at me shocked.

Dad stared at me for a while, understanding the look in my heart and how I felt. 

“Okay, for how long?" 

“5 years." 

“Wow, that's…that's long but if you really want to then no problem. When do you want to leave?” 

" Weekend.” I said, my voice firm. 

Mom looked at me, a look of hurt in her eyes and it hurt me to leave but I really need to leave the pack for as long as I can.

“I respect your discussions, anything that makes you happy, pumpkin," Mom said softly, though her voice was laced with sadness. "But five years? That’s a long time away from your family, your home."

I could see the pain in her eyes, the worry, but I couldn't stay here any longer. Not with the constant reminder of my rejection hanging over me like a storm cloud. I needed to escape this place, to forget about the Alpha King and everything he said to me.

"I know, Mom," I replied, my voice softening. "But I need this. I need time away to figure things out. And I won’t be completely gone. I’ll visit. I promise." I said crossing two fingers behind me.

Dad nodded, stepping forward. "We understand, Becky. If this is what you feel is right, then we’ll support you. The human world can be tough, though, so make sure you’re prepared. Your brothers will be able to help you settle in. We’ll arrange everything."

I smiled gratefully at my dad. He always had a way of understanding without needing to hear every word. He knew something was wrong but wasn’t pushing for answers, and for that, I was thankful.

Mom still looked hesitant, her eyes filling with unshed tears. "Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it, sweetie? I know something happened last night."

I shook my head quickly. "I’m fine, Mom. Really. I just need a change of scenery for a while. I can’t explain it, but... it’s what I need right now."

Mom sighed, wiping at her eyes. "Okay, if you're sure. Just... promise me you’ll call. And visit. Don’t go disappearing on us completely, okay?"

"I promise," I said, though the weight of my own words felt heavy on my heart. Leaving them behind for five years would be hard, but staying here would break me.

I stood from the kitchen counter, the decision made. I was leaving. No matter how painful it was to walk away from the only life I’d ever known, I had to. I couldn’t face my mate—no, my rejected mate—here, not when the memory of his cold words still echoed in my mind.

"I’ll start packing," I said, glancing between my parents. "I’ll be ready by the weekend."

Mom nodded, her smile weak but supportive. Dad placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We’ll help you with the arrangements. Don’t worry."

As I turned to head back upstairs, I heard Mom’s quiet sob behind me, followed by the comforting murmurs of Dad. I clenched my fists, forcing back my own tears. This was the right decision. I needed this.

But as I reached my room and stared at the open suitcase lying on my bed, the reality of leaving the pack, my family, and everything familiar behind hit me harder than I expected.

I wasn’t just leaving to find myself. I was running from the pain, from the rejection, from him.

And I didn’t know if I’d ever truly be able to come back.