Chapter 3) Bursting out.

Tears streamed down my face endlessly, and they fell drop by drop to the ground.

Inside my heart, there was a storm which was trying to break free. Hatred.

It was trying to break free, and my wolf, Lara, who had endured enough humiliation, was supportive of letting the storm in me break free.

She had remained quiet this whole time, but now, I feel it.

Her anger. Her rage. Her sadness. All at the same time, and they overwhelmed me.

But I couldn't bear to unleash it. I did not dare to.

“If you are done shedding crocodile tears in order to gain our sympathy, you should continue to dream on”. Kingsley said to me. There was no remorse in his voice.

“Exactly, Priya. Don't think that by crying, that is going to change anything”. Dylan supported what Kingsley had said with a hiss, making me swallow the invisible lump in my throat.

I forced myself to stop crying.

They were right.

I was only shedding crocodile tears. No one was going to sympathize with me.

“Da- please just allow me to take my bag and I will leave. It's not as if I am going to return home again”. I said, almost choking on my own words.

It took a lot of suspense, before my father said, “Quickly go inside and take your trash and leave my house. I don't want people seeing you here”.

After saying this to me, he walked past me and entered the house, followed by Kingsley and Dylan, who equally walked past me.

At this point, I really wished that, rather than being banished, they would have demanded my life, because death was better than being despised and being the scorn of the pack.

I gritted my teeth in regret, before I went into the house, heading straight for my bedroom which was upstairs.

It didn't take me long, and I arrived in my bedroom. Was it even worth being called a bedroom?

A room which was so plain, that if shown to people, they would believe that my room belonged to maids.

Not a wardrobe was in the room. I did not even ask for much.

I had been the one cleaning the entire house for as long as I could remember.

Both Kingsley and Dylan had closets, even my father.

I did not even ask for a closet like their own, but only asked for a simple wardrobe.

Sadly, what I got was nothing. Only a bag, which I had struggled and bought using my hard-earned money.

While Kingsley and Dylan were busy going to prestigious schools, I was busy working part-time in an old couple’s business.

They did cow business, and since they did not have any children of their own, they needed help around their house and with their business.

But, did I actually forget about them?

Although I stopped working for them a year ago after my father threatened me to stop working there since I was embarrassing him, did I forget that the couple were the only ones who genuinely cared about someone like me?

One fateful night, the couple came to me.

I was bothered by that, because I thought I had done something wrong and was in big trouble.

Though who would have thought that they would ask me to become their child?

They told me that as long as I agreed to it, they were going to meet my father and talk about things with him, so that he could let me go.

But, I disagreed with them.

That was because I was blinded by the delusion that perhaps, one day, my family might finally open up their hearts to me, and would not only accept me as their family, but would love and cherish me.

Thinking about it in my current predicament, that sounded hilarious and stupid.

If I had agreed to the couple’s demands, at least, they would have defended me there at the pack hall when I was coldly accused of the crime which I never committed.

But now, filled with shame and brokenness, I did not even have the courage to face them one last time before I left the pack.

Swallowing my tears, my pains, even though it hurts like hell, I quietly put all my belongings into my bag, and every single one of them fitted the bag so perfectly, and there was still some space left in the bag.

These belongings in the bag were the only things I ever owned.

I never had fancy dresses like girls my age. Neither did I own any jewelry of any sort.

My clothes were shabby, and they always called me the maid of Beta Raymond’s house. I would not blame them, because I fitted what they called me.

Beta Raymond was my father.

He used to be the Beta werewolf of the previous Alpha before he passed away.

I stared at my room one last time. A room which felt more like a prison than a home.

After that, I carried my bag in my hand and left the room, about to leave the pack.

I have no clue about the future which awaits me out there.

But my mind kept on screaming that it would be better than here, in the Defanly pack, where everyone treated me like disposable trash.

‘Lara, are you there?’. I called my wolf, but all I received from her was silence.

She must be mad at everyone and also me.

For months. No, for years, she had been advising me to leave, telling me that no one loved us.

And that she could not continue to bear such a humiliation. But, I never listened to her. I thought she was being too extra.

In the end, she had always been right, and I was the foolish one, who kept on hoping, patiently waiting for a miracle to happen.

Before stepping out of the house, I met Kingsley, Dylan, and my father in the living room discussing.

I halted.

They stopped their discussion after they saw me.

But it was only for a brief moment that they stopped discussing. After staring at me coldly, they continued talking, completely ignoring that I existed.

Something hit me as I watched how lovely a family they were.

I could not take it anymore, as I had been pushed to the wall. I had been pushed to a dead end.

I had been enduring the pain for ages and had been storing the bitterness in my heart, rather than unleashing it.

But today, I did not actually think that I was on the verge of bursting out.

I was already banished from the pack and betrayed by my own family. So, what worse could possibly happen to me which has not already happened to me?

I left my bag on the ground.

After clenching my fists and finding the hidden courage in my heart, for the first time ever, I dared to ask them, “What wrong have I done to deserve the awful way you have been treating me? What wrong have I committed that you did not even attempt to defend me when I was accused and banished!”.