Rise Of The Rejected Omega

Journey To The Unknown.

ARIADNE

Taking a deep breath, I cross the pack boundary without thinking twice, leaving behind the only wretched home I have ever known.

My path ahead is dark, uncertain, and truly, I am utterly alone.

However, I continue walking, totally armed with nothing but a strange power I don't understand and a soul hardened by pain and rejection.

Behind me, the Redmoon pack fades and becomes just another foreign location far from this vast wilderness before me. I keep walking while also listening to the whispers of the wind blowing through the trees.

I will not stop.

Somewhere deep inside me, I feel like I can be so much more and so much better than this life of rejection and pain I have been subjected to. As I keep walking, I try to mind my steps to avoid hurting myself and getting tangled in roots and thorns. The path is stony and is overgrown with thick bushes on both sides. My chest still throbs with the pain of my severed bond with Xander and even inside my head, I can still hear his voice calling me weak again. Filthy. Rejected.

Yes, I am rejected. However, I am happy that I discarded that trash that calls himself an Alpha. He is not worth being my fated mate, and I don't have any regrets about the fact that I accepted his rejection.

I keep walking. I don't know where the hell I am going or how much ground I have covered, but I feel like I have been walking for hours non-stop. The moon is still high overhead like a huge bright coin up there in the night sky. My knees are burning and my throat is dry.

Dear goddess, help me.

After massaging my knees briefly, I continue my aimless journey. This wilderness of a forest is both beautiful and scary at the same time.

After walking some more, my stomach suddenly starts cramping me with a twisting sensation and instantly, I pause and hold my belly, hoping that the pain will go away.

It doesn't.

The sensation also feels like something is swelling inside me and I don't know if it has anything to do with the aftermath of my rejection now that I am mateless with the pain of the rejection fading away slowly. The wind blows, and every rustle of the leaves dancing around me keeps me alert despite the pain.

Fuck. I refuse to die like trash. I refuse to be a prey that’s going to be torn apart by some wild animal. Or something worse.

Instantly, my mind conjures images from my unsettling dreams.

No.

I am not going to f*****g die out here.

Just then, I get rid of the images and lift my eyes. A small flowing stream comes into view and the stream is not very far from where I am.

Without wasting time, I trudge forward, still clutching my belly and hoping that the water will quench the twisting nauseous sensation a bit.

On reaching the stream, I kneel and observe the water first because out here, anywhere and anything could be dangerous, including poisonous plants and water that could kill me. Every bushy corner here could be hiding a threat and I need to be careful.

Very careful.

The stream water looks clear and when I touch it, it feels cold while passing through my fingers.

Will I die if I drink this water?

Well, there is only one way to find out.

Cupping my hands, I scoop up the water and take just a sip.

After a few seconds, nothing weird happens.

Boldly, I take another sip.

Still nothing.

I don't hold back anymore.

I drink greedily, loving how the coldness of the water chills my burning dry throat. I ignore how the cold temperature of the water is also hurting my teeth because I f*****g need this water and I keep drinking. As I move to scoop more, I catch sight of my reflection on the water and pause for a moment.

Shit.

My face is pale and my cherry red hair is smudged with dirt. My blue eyes look so tired and on my skin, just a few inches below my collarbone on the right side of my chest, I see a dark mark glowing faintly like a dying red ember of fire right there on my chest.

What the hell?!

The burning sensation feels… warm. Not painful. I can't remember how I got this or when, but I am tempted to pull down my shirt a bit lower to see more.

And I do it.

I pull down the shirt and my eyes instantly land on the mark. The symbol is like a red circular ring with dotted lines tattooed onto my skin. Inside the ring, there is something else there resembling wing-like shapes on either side and a small, distinct dot like an eye near the top center of the symbol.

I touch it, hesitantly, my fingers tracing the complex shapes. They don't look normal.

Why is nothing ever normal in my life?

As my fingers brush over the mark, I feel another twisting sensation inside my stomach again. This sensation happened to me during the cat incident and right now, it is happening again. I can feel it rushing deep inside my veins and the rush feels like a river dam fighting to force its way out of me.

What the hell is going on?

Just then, I hear a thud nearby, followed by a low growl that instantly alerts my senses. My head snaps up quickly, and I feel the mark on my chest burning hotter.

Among the trees, I spot a sudden fast movement.

Whatever that was, I am definitely sure it is nothing good.

My heart pounds against my ribs as I rise to my feet, my eyes still pinned to those trees. I have no weapon and no one to call for help. I have just my legs and my choice not to be torn apart by whatever evil monsters existing in this place.

Just then, I spot a pair of red eyes opening faintly until those red eyes are fully staring at me from the trees like they just opened to let me know that I am being watched.

Before I can retrace my steps or even think about running, a huge black wolf leaps from the trees into the air.

I gasp.

Right before my eyes, the wolf lands with a loud thud that shakes the ground under my feet.

A rogue.

I stumble back and stop myself from nearly falling into the water behind me. The rogue wolf begins prowling in half circles, bearing those same red eyes that stared at me from the trees. I don't turn my back or try to run just yet because turning my back will be my worst mistake against a danger that hasn't attacked me yet.

Those burning red eyes are locked on mine. I hold my breath, still not moving an inch.

Until the rogue wolf suddenly pounces at me.