THE ROYAL PRINCE'S CLAIM

4; Rejected, with a touch of Chills.

4- “Rejected, with a touch of chills”.

Aurora Black.

I did not know when I sprinted away from the place, unable to stand there and witness such a scene. I could feel the tears sliding down my face, blurring my vision but I care not. All I cared about was getting as far away from there as possible, uncaring which path I go down exactly.

Somehow, I managed to make my way to the laundry. And immediately I was in, I closed, and locked the door behind me. I sank onto the floor, bringing my hand to cover my mouth so I could muffle my tears down, but at one point, I just could not care less so I cried my heart out.

I cried for everything I have been through, for trusting him, for having my hopes high and for believing he could get me out of the misery I had found myself in. How foolish I was.

At one point, my tears eventually subsided, and my gaze fell on the sheets that held evidence of what transpired between us, reminding me yet again of the stupid decision I had made. Anger coursed through my veins the longer I stared at it, so much that at one point I just got on my feet, snatched the sheets and threw them into the washing machine. Turning it on, I added so much bleach that I hope the stain would never be seen ever again, then watched as it washed itself.

When it was done, I became satisfied slightly that the stain is nowhere in sight. So, I dried it there along with the others, before making my way out, hoping to get as far away from everyone as I possibly can. I care not which punishment I would get, I just wanted to me away.

However, just as I had stepped out of the laundry room, my gaze fell on the last person I want to see at the moment, leaned against the wall opposite the door, calmly. The moment my gaze met his, before I could even think, the words escaped my lips.

“Killian, how could you…” My voice broke along with my heart.

His expression hardened, as he let out a small scoff under his breath. He pushed himself off the wall, then made his way over to me. In a couple of strides, he stood in front of me. In a swift motion, his hand reached out and smacked me across the face with so much impact that my fragile self fell on the floor.

“How dare you say my name, you lowly mutt?!” He spat, as he pointed a finger at me. “It seems you lack respect for your Alpha, huh?” He asked, his eyes narrowed as he leaned down, and landed another smack on my other cheek, with so much force that I have no doubt it would leave a mark, or maybe it already has. Then, he leaned down in front of me, reached his hand out and harshly took a hold of my cheeks, forcing me to look at him.

My eyes were blurry with the tears streaming down, as I sniffed, more tears streaming down my face, coating my bruised and aching cheeks. I could not bring myself to speak though, in fear of what more pain he could inflict upon me.

“Did you think you matter to me?” He asked, with a hum. “Huh? Did you think for a second, a lowly insignificant mutt like you is worthy of being my mate? A wolfless omega? You must be very stupid then!”

I tried to look away, unable to hold his gaze and see the distaste and hatred he has for me in his eyes. But, he forced me to meet his gaze again, his hold on my chin bruising.

“I will never be with someone like you. You were merely an object to satisfy my wolf’s feral desires,” His other hand moved to trail down from the base of my neck, down to my bosom, where he splayed his hand on, and I could swear I have never felt more disgusted in my life. He then smirked as he caressed the bosom, “You are not so bad of a lay though. I can keep you as my harem to tame my desires. You would come in useful then.”

I could only cry, my lips quivering as my heart took the dagger like words.

However, all of them are nothing in compare to what he uttered afterwards.

“But, Savannah will be my Luna, and you, my bed warmer and plaything. She is not a good lay as you are,” He added the small part under his breath, his disgusting smirk in place. “While on that, I, Alpha Kieran Bowers, reject you, Aurora Black as my fated mate.”

Explosive pain spread across my body the moment he uttered those words, and it increased when he pushed me away carelessly on the floor before getting up and strolling away. Through my blurred gaze as he disappeared, I noticed another’s presence there, the fixated and penetrating glare sent my way spoke volumes of who it is.

Savannah Waters. His Luna.

She stared at me with so much hatred that if looks could kill, I would be six feet under. Unable to stand there and withstand that look, I pushed myself up despite the pain and ran away, my gaze blurry with tears as I wanted to be anywhere but here.

However, as I took the corner down to the exit, I ran into a hard, solid body. I nearly lost my composure and fell down, but arms held me in place, protecting me from the impact of the fall I could have fallen victim of.

I blinked my blurry gaze, my gaze meeting that familiar electric blue ones I saw earlier, and I was suddenly aware of his electrifying touch on my skin. Breathing seemed to be a difficult task as I remained in his arms, too entranced to move an inch, and weirdly enough, he made no move as well.

His gaze, they held mine, then looked down at my face before meeting mine again. An expression I could not decipher moved across his face, but his body and reaction was cold, so cold, it seemed to remind me of the situation I am in.

At least, until the blurred surrounding gained sound again, and everything continued to move in motion. I took in a sharp breath, then pushed him away from me, unable to stand in his cold presence. Turning around, I hastily ran out, this time making sure I know I am following the exit path.

I ran into the woods, as deep as I possibly can run into until I was sure I am a good distance away from everyone and everything, deep into the forest by the cliff. Then, I collapsed on the floor with my back against a tree, pulled my legs to my chest and threw my head back and cried.

I did not hold back this time, I cried so much that even I could hear the pain in my voice. I felt pain everywhere in my body. Every single place, I could only feel again, my heart, my face, my body, every fiber of my being.

I cried until I could afford no more tears, and so, I simply sat there, numb, not feeling any more emotion other than pain. Time passed by like that, and before I know it, it was dark out and the moon was up high.

Eventually I decided to get up and head back. A stupid move, I know, but I do not know anywhere else apart from this pack. I cannot bring myself to leave. It is not like I have any other choice.

The moment I got up, the sound of a twig snapping reached my ears, making my eyes dilate as fear began to swallow me whole. The sound was followed by silence at first, which had me looking all around, trying to spot something amiss.

At least, until something emerged from the woods, a dark wolf that slowly stalks its way to me, its sharp canines in display. I took in a sharp breath, my eyes dilated as I took a step back, and it took one forward. We continued that way until I found myself at the very edge of the cliff, and I found myself looking back at the cliff then at the wolf that seemed to have no intentions of stopping.

It displayed its razor sharp claws and fangs, making a guttural sound that was threatening. My heart hammered behind my ribcage, my breathing heavy as I stared at it with blurry gaze. And in one swift moment, it had charged itself at me, and pain registered in my body before I felt myself up in the air, floating.

Everything seemed to slow down for that moment of me being in the air. One second, the predatory wolf stood at the edge of the cliff watching me fall, and the next, a familiar face stood there with…electrifying blue eyes.

Before anything else could register though, I hit the floor with a thump, and darkness covered my vision. I could smell it, the scent of blood, my body as it oozed from my body, and the scent of death as well, one that somehow felt way to familiar. Except, I was not scared. And so…I welcomed it, my only escape from this pain filled world.

Death. I died there with one wish in mind to whoever is in charge of my fate.

I wish to never live this life again. If death means escaping this fate, so be it.

I died.

At least, so I thought.

Because the next time I found myself opening my eyes, which I did not think was possible, it was in an oddly familiar setting.

Water came splashing, drenching me and painfully yanking me away from the dream that felt way too vivid, way too real. Instead of that blood stench that overpowered my senses in that vivid dream, I was welcomed by the stench of the place I called my room—and from me, no doubt.

I gasped, taking in deep breaths to recover from the sudden attack. My heart raced, and my mind struggled to put together everything as I came back to reality.

“Get up, Mutt!” A hoarse, too familiar voice that had graced my morning for years greeted, in a tone that only changed when laced with mischief and malicious intentions.

Confusion filled me up as I blinked, my gaze falling on Delta Derek. In the same outfit as he was the day before when he woke me up, in the same setting, and with the exact same words.

I could see his lips moving as he spoke, but I was in too much shock to react.

What the f**k is going on? Did I not die?

What the hell is this?