Betraying Body, Delusional Psycho, and Real Humiliation

F-ck!! 

I promised myself. Literally a moment ago, I felt so free and the chains bounding me broke, and my body instantly betrayed me.

Why?! 

Frustration overcame me whole as I let Rowen, who had a tight blood circulation cutting grip on my wrist, drag me into the desolate woods.

Never in my life have I ever felt so pathetic as I did now.

As stiff as a rock, with my breath stuck in my throat, I could think of a million things Rowan wanted to do to me.

Was he going to beat me?

Huh, letting myself dragged here was one thing. I rather willingly jump into a deep cliff with endless monsters and beasts waiting to devour me whole, before I let anyone here lay a hand on me anymore.

Snap out of it right now, Sera! You can do this! Grab a hold of yourself. 

That's right, I am not a wolfless person without anyone behind her back anymore. I am a lycan with many people who would protect me.

Act like a lycan, Sera.

"What do you want?!" Finally snapping out of the cage my mind trapped me in, I forcefully yanked my wrist from his crushing hold, pushing him a couple of steps away from me, and questioned him sharply, without an ounce of fear or hesitation in my eyes. 

It doesn't matter if you're feeling scared. The feelings of being terrified and oppressed will not disappear overnight. It's ok to feel like that, but not ok to let those feelings rule over you. 

Put on a mask. Show him you are not afraid. Show him his worth. Remember!

My blood boiled at the way his ugly green eyes twitched and frowned as if I hurt him. This bitch.

"Why are you acting like this Sera?" In a pleading tone, and soft tear-filled eyes, he asked me in a way a beloved questions his lover. 

The nerve. The f-cking audacity. 

There was a long time ago, years ago, when I looked at him like that.

A time when his closeness with other females pained me. 

A time when I held on to a silver of hope that he would change and accept me as his mate.

A time when I held on to our mate bond and believed he would save me.

But all I ever got was a burning pain. Both in my body and heart. 

Though the heart ache was far worse, as I genuinely believed in him. And loved him. 

So now that he looks at me with the same expression, I want nothing more than to bash his face in the ground. 

Yes, that would feel nice. 

"Me? Are you being for real?" I let out a sarcastic laugh, my eyes wide with disbelief.

"You're my mate!" He yelled like a child throwing a tantrum.

"So you're actually aware of that fact. With all the deflowering you have been doing, I thought you might have forgotten." Crossing my arms over my chest, I held in all the curses I had for him. Not the time, Sera. Be patient.

He sighed with a small smile, "Oh, so is that it?"

I frowned in confusion at his sudden relaxed posture. 

I got the feeling that he is f-cking delusional. There is a lot that is wrong in that upper compartment of his.

"You're jealous, is that it?" He smirked, letting out a small mocking laugh.

My fist clenched, and jaw ticked. Is there a rock somewhere near that I can bash his head with?

"What the hell is wrong with you? I'd rather eat dirt than be jealous of you, of all people." 

He didn't pay a heed to my words. My words were falling on deaf ears. 

"I get it, really. If I was in your position, I'd be angry as well. But this isn't the solution, babe." He closed the distance between us in quick strides, and once again grabbed my hand between his.

"The f-ck! Let go of my hand, and don't you dare call me babe." I slapped my palm on his chest as I tried yanking my other, but his grip tightened further. 

He was creeping me out. Oh my God, I hate him so fricking much. I depise him. I absolutely loathe him. 

"I am sorry. Is that what you want to hear?"

"I don't want to hear shit from you. Let go of my hand this instant." I hissed at him, digging my nails into his chest, hopefully drawing blood. 

"I will apologize for all you want. I was wrong. I am the biggest jerk on the planet, if I do this ever again. Please forgive me." He pleaded, but I couldn't find any sincerity in his eyes. 

Plain desperation. Just why on earth? I felt like crying because of how frustrated and furious I was. 

"Take back your transfer. Everyone will treat you nicely now. You have finally proven yourself. You aren't worthless anymore. You are the only one who deserves to be my mate now. I will claim you as my mate. My father has passed down his authority to me. I am the Alpha now." 

"I don't f-cking care. To hell with you, and this pack! I won't want to be your mate even if you were the last man left. I loathe you and everyone here with every fibre of my being." I spat out at his face, and all his pretense fell off his face.

"You will regret this, Seraphina I will make you suffer a humiliation worse than death." His eyes became wild in craziness. This bipolar a-swipe. 

I held in a wince as his grip tightened and my hand felt like it was being hit by a hammer. 

You know what? F-ck it. I tightly gripped the rock I picked up early during his rant and was about to slam it on his face when my vision blurred and a light pounding in my head was all I could hear.

- - - 

A magnificent hall crowded with well reputable and recognized werewolves from all over the packs. 

Everyone and everything was bathed in the dazzling blue light that shone brightly from the New Moon.

But instead of basking in the purity of light, everyone's attention was glued in the centre of the hall, where a certain silver haired knelt down on the floor in rags that were stained red, due to the wine that was thrown on her. 

Amused snickering. Mocking whispers. Piercing gazes. Daunting laughter. 

And everything was directed at her. 

With no one at her side.

"I told you, didn't I? A humiliation worse than death." Rowen, the new Alpha of the pack, bellowed while tilting his glass of wine, which dripped in waves at her silver hair, turning it red. 

"I, Rowen Hilton, Alpha of the Hunter's Pack, reject Seraphina Lucasta, a bloody nobody, as my mate." 

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