Grab her!
1397 Words
Thalassa Crowe.
Reina Cross.
The self-proclaimed Queen of highlights. The famous school bully. The leader of the cheer squad.
Reina hates me more than anyone else. She starts bullying me from the very first day I step foot in Northcrest University two years ago. In her words, I am a charity case and I do not deserve to be here. She is Dorian's girlfriend and the news of their breakup comes up every week.
She presses her heel on my hand and I yell out in pain. “Please….”
She removes her heel and I cradle my swollen hand. The next thing I feel is her hands tightening around my throat.
Through my blurry eyes I see the darkness in her gaze. “How dare you crave what belongs to me?! You think you can compete with me, don't you?”
The air is knocked out of my throat completely and it feels like I am really going to die. With weak hands, I tap her slowly. “Pl—ease—I can't—”
Hot tears slide down and only then does she unwrap her hands from around my throat. I let out a guttural cough, gasping for breath, saliva drooling out of my mouth.
“Just let me go, please,” I cry out once I manage to stabilize myself. I am still searching around for my glasses. “I will leave and I will never talk about the mate bond anymore.”
“Not so fast, four-eyes. Tonight, you are all the fun,” Reina curls sweetly.
My breath seizes. The tension in the room feels heavier as I wonder what is coming for me and most importantly, from what direction it will come.
I try to widen my eyes… to see, but I cannot. My vision is even more blurry without my glasses today.
“Now…” Kate's voice comes next. She is one of Reina’s minions. “Let’s get you drunk, shall we?”
“No… no..” I start shifting back. “I don't drink. Please no… I haven't had a drink in my entire life.”
“Guys… grab her!” she orders.
In a split second, I feel rough hands pinning me down and forcing my head to stay put. I feel the tip of a bottle pressing hard against my lips and even though I tighten my mouth, she slaps me hard across my face.
“Open up, b***h!”
Just as I try to cry out from the pain, the alcohol floods my mouth, almost choking me as it fills my belly. I know she must have forced me to swallow half the bottle before she stops and the hands leave me.
I cough, wiping my lips with more force than necessary as if that would erase the bitter taste in my mouth.
Cold laughter echoes through the room.
At this juncture, I regret never listening to my parents' warning, who tell me never to come here.
Northcrest University is not your regular college. It is the college made for the one percent of the percent werewolf elites across the country; Alphas, Betas, and Gammas. Omegas like me have no place here because everyone without a powerful last name is considered disposable.
Because tell me why, in a room of over fifty students, not even one stands up for me.
There is silence, then I feel cold liquid dripping down my body. It is champagne.
The silk dress I have on clings to my body due to the wetness and just as I contemplate whether I will be exposed or not, I hear a voice.
“Look at those t**s, huh?” It is a male voice. “It seems four-eyes too is sexy, huh?”
Humiliation burns through me and I wrap my arms around my full breasts tightly in an attempt to shield myself from their prying eyes.
“Since she is my mate…” Dorian's voice comes again. “I have the right to decide what happens next, so is there anyone who would like to have a taste of her?”
The pit in my stomach deepens.
What?
They are going to assault me now?
No one speaks.
“Come on, guys… don't be afraid,” he urges. “She has some really nice features and if you are not disgusted by her, you should have a taste.”
“Isn't that r**e, man?” Jayden, one of his friends, asks, his voice laced with unease. “Don't you think we are going too far? What if the school authorities learn about this?”
His laughter is dark and mocking. “Come on, Jayden… the school authorities? Have you forgotten who that is? My family is the school authorities and they won't do anything.”
He is right.
But as for me, I have had enough. I will not let these wolves devour me completely. Never!
Maybe it is the desperate urge to survive—my confidence and strength return in double folds. Despite the pain in my ankle, I push myself up.
“You bastards!” I curse out loudly, wishing for a second that I could shift and rip them apart. “You all derive so much happiness from picking on the less privileged, huh? Of course you do because it is the only way you feel good about your pathetic selves.”
Even my vision becomes a bit clearer because I can make out Dorian's stoic frame and I turn towards him.
“And you… I regret the years I spend loving you. You are a dickhead and I curse you today that you will never find genuine love ever again.”
His brows lift in a mix of shock and disbelief. I think I see guilt flicker in his eyes but just as quickly it disappears.
No one speaks. They just look at me like I have grown two heads.
“I, Thalassa Crowe, reject you Dorian Frost as my mate and future Alpha,” I roar.
He does not respond.
“Accept my rejection, you son of a b***h!”
Still no response.
Well… I cannot stay any longer, especially since the alcohol is starting to take effect. I look at my glasses but they are already broken. So I turn and start walking out of the room, the ground tilting beneath me.
“Why the hell are we letting her go?” Reina's voice echoes behind me. “Capture her, guys.”
I am already by the door frame, so I quickly twist the doorknob open and run out of the building, adrenaline coursing through me.
“Don't let her go! We are not done having fun yet.”
I hear hurried footsteps behind me. Even though I am drunk and my ankle hurts, I keep running out of the penthouse, hoping I will get help outside.
Just as I stumble onto the main road, the world spins violently around me and my injured ankle screams with every step, yet I keep running blindly into the night, desperate to escape the monsters chasing behind me.
Without my glasses, everything around me is nothing but blurred lights and shifting shadows, and just as I try to focus on where I am going, a pair of blinding headlights suddenly bursts through the darkness straight in front of me. The screech of tires echoes through the night.
Before I can even move, something slams into me with brutal force.
My body is thrown into the air before crashing violently onto the cold asphalt, pain exploding through every bone in my body as blood slowly spreads beneath me.
Voices echo around me, shocked and panicked, but they sound distant, as if they belong to another world entirely while my vision slowly dims and darkness creeps into the edges of my sight.
So this is how it ends.
A tear slips down my cheek as my chest struggles to rise and fall.
“Goddess…” I whisper weakly, my voice barely audible.
If you can hear me, then please give me another chance… not to love, not to hope, but to destroy every single one of them.
All fifty of them.
My fingers curl weakly against the cold pavement as the last of my strength drains away.
Darkness swallows me completely, and I die with vengeance burning in my heart.
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