Rise Of The Rejected Omega

I Will Survive.

ARIADNE

I am still on my knees, gasping, crushed and enduring the pain of that bastard’s rejection. He rejected me. Publicly. Brutally. He called me weak and filthy. He casted me out.

However, I know I made the right decision by accepting his rejection, even though I don't know what the f**k to do with my life outside this evil pack.

The warriors reach me. One grabs my arm, not roughly, but with a firm grip that allows no resistance from me. The other takes my other arm.

I don't fight against them. It is useless fighting against the people that have constantly treated me like dirt. The same people that have now banished me out of their lives.

The two warriors roughly drag me up to my wobbly feet.

"Walk," one mutters, avoiding eye contact with me, "And don't make a scene."

A scene? My world has just ended in front of everyone I have ever known and he is here telling me not to make a scene?

Well, I will make a scene one day.

And that scene is going to be a shocker that he and everyone else here never expected.

As the two warriors drag me away, some of the pack members follow and they start hollering insults at me while the other pack members blocking my way move to clear a path. They are all staring at me and most of them look afraid. Some seem relieved, while only a few seem to be feeling pity towards me.

Fuck their pity.

I hear more whispers as I pass:

"Look at her."

"Evil bitch."

"Good riddance to bad rubbish."

"She was always a bad omen."

Bad omen. Bad rubbish. Evil b***h.

At least, I am relieved that this evil b***h is gaining her freedom.

As I am dragged further away, most of the pack members following us begin to decline and return to their various homes. Also, the pain in my chest starts to fade little by little. Hope begins to fill up the cracks of my strength, and each step I take away from the pack and away from Xander Blackstone is a step towards my freedom.

By the time I finally reach the pack boundary, all the pack members are gone, leaving me alone with the two warriors ordered to get rid of me. Now that we are at the boundary of the pack territory marked by two black monuments on each side, the warriors stop and let go of me.

"You are banished, Ariadne," the first warrior says, his voice flat. "Do not ever return. If you are seen on our pack lands again, you will be treated as a rogue and you know what that means."

“Don’t worry, you will never see me again,” I smile at him, “Also, tell your alpha to go f**k himself.”

"Don't you dare insult the Alpha.” He hisses.

“You have nothing," the second warrior cuts in with a smirk, looking at me like I am dirt. "You have no pack now. You are alone.”

Alone.

That word should be a death sentence for an omega banished with nothing.

However, as I look out at the wilderness, I feel like an empty vessel waiting to be filled with something other than pain and rejection. I also remember that dark smoke from my fingers that resurrected that damn cat.

I will survive.

No matter what happens to me out here, I will survive.

“Go rot in hell,” the first warrior spits at the ground near my feet and turns to leave. As he walks away, the second warrior joins him after giving me a deathly glare.

Well, I don't f*****g care about them. They are the ones who should go rot in hell, not me. The Redmoon pack threw me away. They got rid of me because they believe I am evil. They think this is my end.

However, they are so f*****g wrong.

Even though I am now standing on the edge of the unknown, which terrifies me, I know they are wrong. This isn't my end. This is just the beginning of who I hope to be because my life is about to f*****g change for the better.

Just then, I feel a familiar strange sensation on the right side of my chest spreading warmness throughout my veins. I am tempted to lift my shirt and check, but first, I need to get out of here.

I have endured so much s**t for so long that I can't remember the last time I ever did anything solely for my own happiness.

However, this is me choosing to keep living and never accept defeat.