บททั้งหมดของ Unwanted By The Beta: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Jayla"Strength comes at a cost I never knew I was capable of paying," I finally say after a long pause.He looks up at me, while I look at the woods and continue. "You know when I was there for weeks," I say, referring to the place where I had been held hostage. "I was locked in a smelly room. That room smelt to the extent that it was hard to sleep at night. I have fought darkness alone in those nights. Sometimes I would hear screams of other prisoners being tortured and abused. Those voices scared me. I hugged myself because I was seeking comfort in those times. There were days when he beat me up to the extent that my wolf couldn't heal fast. I have held my wounds overnight so that I wouldn't lose too much blood and I have seen my blood stain the floor many times. One time, he chained me with silver and it numbed my senses to the extent that I couldn't feel anything. "I have reminded myself of who I am when I was alone. I had no one to help me, Tyler. Kendra was the only one who u

Jayla"Kendra Simmons - A selfless soul "The biggest gift you can give to yourself is through giving the gift of happiness to someone else.Beloved daughter, sister, friend and mate."The gravestone doesn't express half of what she was, how great of a human being she was and the great deeds she did to help others. They might not be so great to others but to me, she was an angel who came into my life and tried to make everything alright.I watch silently as the proceedings go on. Shane, Tyler, Jessica and her brother, Liam are also in attendance at the funeral along with Megan and Kendra's parents, of course.I was surprised to see them at first, but then I found out that Megan called them from their pack so that they would be able to attend the funeral. Megan's parents are here too, comforting their daughter as she sobs relentlessly. My heart squeezes in guilt every time she cries and I have to look away in shame.It is difficult for me not to break down myself, but I contain my emo

JaylaRemember what I said about it being lonely? Yeah, it still persists except for those moments in which this annoying creature called Shane comes to nag me."Come on, Jay. It will be fun," he says, tugging on the fabric of the shirt at my elbow as I arrange my closet and he sits on my bed."No. I am not interested in eating out at all," I maintain.Shane huffs like a kid and whines. "But Jay, it is a new restaurant downtown and it is so nice. Plus there is a party in the pack house today so we have no chances of running into one of those hooligans. We can easily just enjoy ourselves and gorge ourselves on good, delicious and divine smelling food."The food part sounds too good to me and I purse my lips to stop myself from agreeing. He knows me too well and he also knows that food ismy weakness which is why he is trying to use it against me."Yeah, but we have school tomorrow," I say, trying to reason out with him. School is finally starting over tomorrow since the apparent 'crisi

JaylaI am really glad that Shane cares about me. But I can't get him to go against the pack for whatever reason, because until the pack trusts him, and also he is my only and closest source to know what is going on in there."Sure," he replies immediately. But then he pauses, raising an eyebrow in puzzlement. "Why do you even want to come?" he asks me out of curiosity and I shrug in a nonchalant manner."I don't know… I feel like I should just go with you," I reply him vaguely and he gives me a weird look."Alright," he murmurs as we reach the gates of the house I once lived in for a short time before the hardest days of my life came knocking.I gulp, feeling a little anxious to go inside. I didn'teven think of it before but when I go inside, I will be seeing all those people whom I have been trying to avoid since I got back from that rogue pack.Jessica has been trying to contact me since then. She apologized and is still trying to get me to forgive her since the time l returned, b

Jayla Isn't it funny how you will tell yourself that people's words can't hurt you and you will feel that you are so strong, but then when they say something hurting, you will be reduced to abawling mess again?Maybe l am just weak. Maybe I am still weak. I have to be, to let them affect me so much that I even threw up. I have to be really weak.I play their words in my head over and over again and I am a hundred person sure that their conversation was all about me. And I am also a hundred percent sure that they despise my guts above everything.But I don't remember doing anything bad or mean to them. I don't remember doing anything that would make them hate me this way but they do.The kind of hate that makes you blind to everything and the only thing you can only think about is hurting the other person.I am well acquainted to that hate to know how toxic it is. Yet I choose to live in that toxicity.When you tell the world that you have been hurt and you show them your scars, you