THE END?

At the Alpha's house.

Damien clutched his chest, unable to breathe. It had been that way since he rejected his mate. The panic attacks were constant and terrible. 

It felt like a part of him died as well, but he would go though it, he would win and survive it. Many others did. It was better than having an ugly Omega for a mate. It'll be a shame and stain on him. After all he'll be Alpha soon, having an Omega for a Luna was  terrible for the pack.

"He's burning up." His mother Jessica, the Luna of their pack said. She held the ice over his head as he shivered. She hissed in annoyance.

"This wasn't how I envisioned it to go." Alpha derrick said. He paced about with his hand on his chin thinking. "Why?" he asked no one in particular. "An Omega wolf," Then he laughed in amusement.

"Fat and ugly, it's a good thing he rejected her. He'll survive it, we don't want such a thing attached to our names. For goodness sake, why is he paired with an Omega of all wolves in the world. I still don't understand why we're being cursed like this. We've become the laughing stock of the ton." Jessica exasperated.

"What do we do about it? Alpha Damien asked his wife.

"What do you know about the girl?" She asked back.

"My beta did some work, her Mother is an Omega, her dad and iota wolf. Poor family. Nothing special." He explained.

"As long as she's here it's going to keep causing us problems. Especially for Damien." Jessica pointed out.

Alpha derrick was in deep thought about it and he finally seemed to agree. "I'll have her gone." He said and his Luna smiled in return.

It was two days already since she was discharged from the hospital. She found herself getting numb and detached from the world. Nothing mattered, not the curse, the moon goddess, or her supposed to be mate. She hid in her room shedding tears like she'd always do. Feeling pathetic and miserable.

Her room was messy, she lacked the energy to do anything other than eat and sleep, life passed like a blur to her. the stabbing feeling in her chest not lessening.

She hugged her knees on the floor groaning in pains and agony, living was becoming harder every passing day. She looked at the knife that she had used to slice fruits some minutes ago, it was calling to her. She crawled to it and picked it up.

Here was a chance to end her misery, she could just slit her throat and die right away. It wasn't as sharp as she wanted it to, slitting her throat swiftly will be a difficult task.It would be too painful.

She stared at it and wondered if she were to stab herself how painful would it be and how long will it take to bleed out. Her heart raced in fear and panic, but she was finally going to be at peace that was the most important thing. She stood up hurriedly, looking for a pen, scattering the heap of clothes and objects until she finally saw one. she tore out a piece of paper and began a letter to her parents.

"Dear Mom, Dear Dad. I've tried hard, i can't fight anymore, I've lost the fight in me. I'm sorry for the pain I know this will cause you both, I want you to know that I love you  more than anything in the world. Thank you for being the best parents any child could ever ask for. I love you so much." 

She ended the letter with your beautiful daughter Pamala. Her heart ached and she cried harder, her parents had tried hard to help her through, but it was draining them more than they would ever admit. She hate to be the reason they were suffering so much. She folded the later neatly, reaching out tear another piece of paper so as to write to jade.

"Pumpkin, you're a miracle in my life, a sun in my raining days. I hate to leave this way but I have to. Some people are just destined to end up like this. I'm sorry I won't be there to fulfill all the promises we made to each other. Please forgive me jade. Stay well, I love you." 

She ended the letter with your best friend. Repeating the same folding process and placing them together on the small dress table by her bed. She sighed as she reached for the knife again staring at it until she made up her mind to take her own life. Pamala closed her eyes counting from one to three she raised the knife and with force and she stabbed her stomach. The pain hit her gut, it was so painful that air left her lungs, she screamed and fell to the floor groaning and shivering, tears streaming down her cheeks . She felt the chills, it ran through her body like currents, she  couldn't make out anything. It was all blur, her groans fading softly.

"We're gonna be okay." She muttered to no one, her wolf retreating back into her mind caging itself in the four walls of her head, she felt it drift farther away from her reach. This was it, this was the end. She's going to a place where she'll be happier and not treated cruelly.

Her blood pooled around her figure, soaking the yellow dress she had worn. A bitter smile on her face. She wanted to be selfish this once, her parents would grief, Pamala knew how painful it'll be for them and her best friend but they wouldn't understand. Dying was better than living like this. It was suddenly too bright, her head was light, she wanted to sleep and never wake up, so she closed her eyes, but as she did, she heard distant familiar voices, speaking in  hushed tones. That was all she heard, followed by the sound of things falling and a loud cry.