Leaving the pack

My whole body trembled as I passed down the passageway down the stairs. 

What did I just see now? No! No!! I covered my mouth trying not to cry, my heart aching so much, that I had to take my hand away from my mouth, held tightly to my chest, feeling so much pain in that cage. My heart aches so much I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Arghh!!" I collapsed on the floor, the bags I was holding on to fell with me. 

No one spared me glance as I fell on the floor. The guards around looked away as if nothing had happened. Of course, I was no one to them, just a worthless omega.  

Why would the moon goddess do this to me?! Why?!! 

How could she mate me to an Alpha? The Alpha of more than two great territories... I felt my head, my heart, in fact my whole body banging hard. I couldn't just take it.

"If anything bothers you, would you please do us a favour by leaving the hall? You are causing a ruckus." Someone stood in front of me, obviously chasing me out to make a stop to my public display of unnecessary emotion. 

"I... I..am s..so sorry." My voice came out cracked. I quickly stood up on my feet, picked up the bags on the floor, and sprinted out of the hall.

Getting out of the hall, my knees failed again, and I ended up collapsing on the floor again.

I closed my eyes, and tears started gushing out like rainfall. It is so painful. People are so mean! So mean to me!  

No! 

I can not withstand it any longer. I hated being a slave, but then, I thought sleeping under a good roof, I'd be okay, but this... the man I thought would take me out of the cell I have been locked up is the same man engaged to my sister. Not just a man, but a great Alpha.  

I covered my mouth again, stopping myself from screaming out my lungs.  

I thought wolfsbane was painful, but this was more painful. It is excruciating. 

"Oh, you are here already? Bring the bags in and stop sitting there doing nothing." I could recognize the voice as my Dad's. 

Fuck them all!! Fuck all of the family altogether! 

I let go of the bags, stood up on my feet and quickly ran out through the main gate this time. 

I could hear no one calling me or asking a guard to stop me. Well, they must have thought "The goat which ran away from home would still be the one to come back home" — My mother's words. But I am not sure this goat is going to come back home. 

. 

It was almost sunset already, but I didn't stop walking to nowhere in particular. I don't now where I was going to, all in mind was, I would be leaving that family, my mate, and most especially that brutal pack that hated me like I was nobody.  

I kept walking and walking till I had to rest my head for the night, but with my eyes in the lookout for rouges. 

I wasn't able to sleep peacefully; bugs, birds, and most especially wolves howl I was hearing from every angle. 

The next day, I found myself on the way to my mom's sister. No body likes me but the woman took me like her own daughter. I could remember those times she would visit my the family with a pack of human juice. Those times, she would give to me more than she gives my sister. 

She was the only one who could help me get out of here, I am very sure of that. 

Down the snowy hills was her small bungalow, she lives with no one but her small pup since her husband was late. 

I strolled down Willow Hill, knocked on the door, and the next person I saw who opened the door was my aunt. 

"Aunt Mabel?" 

* 

"I knew Monica and her husband to be very strict, but I never expected the both of them to do this to you." She was wearing a pair of white gloves, removing steel stuck in my neck with a picker. "How come you never felt the steel stuck like a broken shard in your neck?" 

"I guess I am used to this, aunt." 

"How can you be used to suffering?" She turned to look at me, unbelievably. "You know what steel does to werewolves. It could kill you if it stayed another day in your skin." 

"I am very sure it has been there for months now." 

Yes, it's true. It might have been there for months. After being cut by my sister or my parents as a method of torture, at times, I see wolfsbane, steel stuck in my skin, feel it for a few moments, and at the few hours, I feel nothing anymore. 

"Months?!" 

"I want to leave the pack." 

"What?!" The picker fell off her hand. I picked it up for her, then stretched it to her. "Here." 

"You are not leaving the pack!" 

"Please aunt. I really need your help to leave. I cannot continue staying here anymore aunt." 

"What are you saying? Aren't you afraid of the guards? The council? The Alpha?" 

The Alpha? I felt my heart miss a beat. 

But I don't care about the Alpha.  

"I am not scared of anyone aunt. Please help me. I came here because I knew you are the only one who could help me flee from this pack." 

"B...but..you can flee to the council and report to them, the way your parents are treating you. Leaving the pack is like a death sentence." 

"The only death sentence one can feel should be when your mate left you for another woman." I couldn't have any other choice but to spill it to her. She would understand me more than anyone out there. She has lost a mate to a friend of hers before, before she met her late husband.  

"What do you mean?" She frowned.