LOGIN“Someone should answer me!”. I shouted as tears escaped from my eyes.
Because of my loud voice, Kingsley, Dylan and my father turned to me and stared at me as they frowned. Before, I would have easily trembled at the sight of their cold and intimidating eyes, or at the very least, become nervous. But with my mind clouded with grief, I could not care less about that. Neither was I done questioning them. I continued as tears blurred my vision, “Was it because my mother died when giving birth to me?! How was any of that my fault?! You all treated me like trash, making outsiders learn from you and treat me like trash too!”. Daringly, I pointed a finger at my father as I said to him, “It was your fault! You were the one who killed my mother! You were the one who impregnated her and caused her to die during childbirth! If only you had not pregnant her, I would never have been born, and she would never have died!”. “So everything is your fault and not mine! I never asked to be born!”. I yelled at the top of my lungs. For the first time ever in my life, I saw shock on their faces as they stared at each other, before they returned their gazes to me, and their frowns deepened. If I am not mistaken, I caught them off guard, because I had never dared to yell at them before. Though the shock didn't last long. My father heartlessly, and with darkened eyes, after pointing a finger at the exit door, said to me, “Leave my house, now!”. That was not all. Kingsley rose from the sofa, and I had to step back. It was my instinct. “You heard him. Leave this place, Priya. Walk out on your own”. He said. Then proceeded to threaten me, “Leave this pack. Don't make me call the warriors and have them throw you out of the pack”. None of them were remorseful, but they seemed to hate me more, after I yelled at them. Staring at them with teary eyes which felt hot, because I was completely shattered by their words, and with my legs trembling as I kept on wondering what I did wrong in life, I smiled. The pain tightened my chest because it hurts. They all hated me. I was not welcome anywhere. Neither at my father's house, nor at Defanly's pack. I really did not know what my life would be after leaving the pack, but I figured that it might be better than staying in this pack, where to everyone, I was an eyesore. Weak, defeated, and not able to utter any other words, I bent down, carried my bag, and left the house. After stepping out of the house, I halted. I stood still for a few seconds. My mind went blank, before I turned around to stare at the house one last time. A flood of emotions of how much I had endured, resurfaced in my mind. But what pained me the most was not the fact that I was banished from the pack. Nor the fact that I was betrayed, rejected by my mate, and framed. But the fact which pained me the most was that I was never privileged to meet my mom when she was alive, because she died the instant I arrived in the world. I did not even have a clue about my mother's facial appearance because Kingsley, Dylan, and especially my father, would not let her see her picture. They called me a jinx, who had killed her mother. “It is finally over”. I muttered under a shaky breath, before I turned around and began to leave for real. I never turned back to stare at the house again. Betrayed by my family, framed by truly who knows who, rejected by my Alpha mate, and hated by everyone. Ha. They did not even give me time to catch my breath. I ignored everyone's hate and continued to walk forward, until two hours passed, and I arrived outside Defanly’s border. The border which separated the other werewolves’ species from us. And the non-werewolf species. Knowing that it would be difficult to be accepted by any other werewolf packs, the only choice left for me was to go to the human city. I have never gone there before. But whatever future that lies ahead of me there, I guess I should leave everything in the hands of the moon goddess. “Lara, for how long are you going to keep on ignoring me?”. I spoke aloud and asked her, and exactly like she did before, she ignored me, making me sigh in defeat. Irrespective of that, I told her, “We are going to the human city. Maybe, things will turn out great there”. I tried to remain positive, despite the hole in my heart. …. I arrived in the human city. Unlike the Defanly pack, there were countless tall buildings, and every road I saw was swarmed with different kinds of cars. These scenes were a testament of how different the humans were from werewolves. Werewolves rarely needed cars for anything compared to humans. But the downside of the human city was that their city was enormous, to the extent that unranked wolves like myself could get into the city without being found out, unless they caused any trouble. But, I came here to stay. Not to cause any trouble. I did not know anywhere in the city, so I kept on walking around in circles, until I found a place that was up for rent. It was located in an alley. And according to the words written on the wall, it was one room, but to me, it was more than anything. I took out my cracked cell phone from my pocket and dialed the number written on the wall to call the owner. Fortunately, I was allowed to take my bag, which had some money in it. I don't know what I would have done if they had cruelly decided to chase me out of the pack without anything. I would have ended up sleeping outside, without a roof under my head. … Author Tina Nwuba: “Welcome to my newest book, my awesome readers. This time, I am serving you guys an obsessive werewolf romance book. The beginning of the story might be too much, but these few released chapters aren't enough for you to judge the overall aspect of the book. Stay tuned for more drama, and how our Priya’s destiny changes from not being wanted or appreciated, to…. Let me not spill the beans <( ̄︶ ̄)>”. Please, my awesome readers, in order to motivate me into uploading more chapters, don't forget to support my book and leave lots of comments. Your opinions are also very much appreciated!Two months later, {Still Priya's pov}The alarm clock woke me up from sleep, making me sit up on the bed with a tired groan, before I stretched my arms above my head, and yawned. That was how tired I was. Yesterday, I got back home late after cleaning most of the hotel's floors and rooms.Yes, a hotel. Two months ago, after I arrived in the human city, and after I found a single room for rent and paid six months rent, because that was all my money could afford in the meantime, I had to look for a job because I did not have enough money to sustain me on my daily food. Throughout my search for a job, I always ate junk food. Though I did not have much of a hard time eating junk food because, back at home, the only food I got to eat were the leftovers from the plates Kingsley, Dylan, and my father had eaten. Finding a job in a competitive city like the human city was one of the most difficult aspects of my life. I almost gave up, but I knew that only death awaited me if I suddenly
“Someone should answer me!”. I shouted as tears escaped from my eyes. Because of my loud voice, Kingsley, Dylan and my father turned to me and stared at me as they frowned. Before, I would have easily trembled at the sight of their cold and intimidating eyes, or at the very least, become nervous. But with my mind clouded with grief, I could not care less about that. Neither was I done questioning them. I continued as tears blurred my vision, “Was it because my mother died when giving birth to me?! How was any of that my fault?! You all treated me like trash, making outsiders learn from you and treat me like trash too!”. Daringly, I pointed a finger at my father as I said to him, “It was your fault! You were the one who killed my mother! You were the one who impregnated her and caused her to die during childbirth! If only you had not pregnant her, I would never have been born, and she would never have died!”. “So everything is your fault and not mine! I never asked to be bor
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
My head was spinning, and Hunter's words stuck to my skull like thorns. I felt a tear in my chest. It was my heart. It had been torn beyond repair, as I still tried to understand what had happened to me. Di- did Hunter just say that he was going to reject me and banish me? All because of the sin I never committed? “I- I didn't poison her. It wasn't me”. The words I longed to say finally escaped my lips, but in the end, all I received from Hunter was his cold glare. He stared at me as if I was disgusting garbage, strictly meant for discarding. That was when reality completely hit my head and I realized the truth which I had been trying to escape from. Everyone hated me. I was the scorn of everyone, and was the trash they loved to trample on. The idiot whom no one loved, not even my own family. What pain could be worse than this? The air I breathe suddenly became poison to me, and I really wanted to die. I had endured everything. I thought that I was going to be his Luna and
Priya’s pov, My heart raced as I stood in the middle of the pack hall, and was surrounded by almost everyone in the Defanly pack. Even my family was present. My father, and my two elder brothers, Kingsley and Dylan.Their gazes were piercing as they stared at me without hiding their hatred. They did not even try to hide the contempt they had for me. I lowered my head to the ground because I felt greatly intimidated and confused. My hands gripped my trouser tightly, and I could hear the sound that my own heart made as it beat fast against my chest. I had been summoned here to the pack hall by my Alpha mate, Hunter. I had come with anticipation, thinking that he was finally ready to tell everyone that he was going to make me his official Luna.It happened three years ago, when I was eighteen years old and my wolf had newly awakened. Hunter happened to be celebrating his coronation as the Alpha's new heir. You see, Hunter was not the first born of the Alpha. The first born had d







