CHAPTER2
955 Words
Belinda
Oh No!!!
Not again!
I bang my forehead lightly on the wall repeatedly as tears rolled down my soft cheeks.
There is nothing as saddening as longing for something so bad and never getting it.
At least, I would have been delighted if I was close to it.
But reverse is the case.
It was as if I wasn't even trying at all.
Every second, every minute, every hour, that scenario replays in my head.
I suffer serious migraine from the thoughts of it alone.
I remember the details of how it happened. How it always happen.
Why won't I?
It's a curse that revisits my life every time.
"Over my dead body!!!"
"Over my goddamn body that I choose you as my mate," one of the male wolves in my pack uttered rudely.
"I forbid it!" he added.
His harsh words came at me in a loud tone.
They resonate loudly as they hit my soul strongly and weaken my body.
"I can never take you as my mate. I do not desire you. You unfortunate b***h!" he spat on me as those cold words proceeds out of his mouth.
I froze.
I couldn't bear those words.
I sunk into myself.
The whole pack laughed at me.
Their annoying laughter eroded my ears as they mocked me.
Some of them even walked past me, hissing and saying more hurtful words.
"Will all of these ever end?" I pondered.
I cried my eyes out.
I sat at the GrimmGarden alone, sad and weak as tears continued to roll down my already swollen cheeks.
I had been crying all day.
This is not my first time coming here. Not my second but yet the same outcome.
Maybe I am truly cursed.
Maybe what they say about me is true.
The gathering where people find their mate had just ended at the GrimmGarden where it is normally held and this year again, I am going back without one.
"Isn't that the wolf who killed her parents? Belinda or what's that her name again?" a voice from behind said.
Then a stream of voices followed.
"Oh yes, that's her. The unfortunate one amongst us. Why are you still here? Why do you even come in the first place?" another voice said to me.
I sat there still, hearing all they said as they threw harsh words expecting me to react.
"Are we not talking to you?"
"No one wants you so just stop stressing and quit coming here, evil girl," the same voice repeated.
I refused to look back at them.
I get this scenario almost every time and moment I am here.
Even at the pack house, it's the same thing.
That's the burden I carry with me.
The shame, disappointment and the unkind words.
It has now become a routine to get insulted every single day.
"Stop coming here!" another voice shouted.
"You can't find what you seek."
"Or do you think we don't know about your secret? You murderer!"
"You wicked and heartless being!"
They spat on my face.
I felt bittered.
How I wish someone could come to my aid and save me from all of this depression and sorrow that faces me.
I drowned in my tears as they said their worst at me and left my face plastered with saliva.
Why is this happening to me?
Uncle Matthias. I would forever despise that man.
His name and face only bring me more pain each time I recall all he did to me.
That particular night still haunts me now.
This was after the death of my parents.
Another wicked act of his even though the pack dismisses my claims and calls me a blatant liar!
**
I was just in my room weeping over their death.
A young 18-year-old girl, alone and depressed.
I heard the creaking of the door and I got up immediately.
"Who is there?" I said in a low tone.
There was no response.
Before I knew it, Alpha Cain was at the entrance staring at my body lustfully.
How did he even get in here?
"Come to my room now," he ordered and left.
Why would he call me?
I wore my night gown properly and went in.
On getting in, he was sitting on the bed, wearing a singlet and a frowned face.
I wonder what I had done this time around.
"Sit beside me," he said, hitting the bed with his palms.
I wasn't comfortable doing that but I did anyway.
He was my Alpha either ways and I had to respect that.
I sat gently..
His next action got me wondering what this meeting was all about.
He began smacking his lips and annoyingly winking at me.
"What is this?" I thought.
He moved his hands to my thighs and whispered to my ears
"Mate."
Mate?
How?
"I want you as my mate," he said.
Could he be serious?
His hands kept scrolling through my thighs and right there, he forced a kiss on me.
I tried to move away from him but he grabbed me by the hands and came again those cruel words "You b***h! Don't make me hit you!"
I couldn't restrain him.
He wanted to lay with me. I could see it in his eyes as he grunted at every of attempt to restrain him.
He carried me all of a sudden and threw me to lay flat on the bed.
My head hit the edge of the bed and I groaned in pain.
But he didn't even bother about it.
He laid on top of me and ripped my gown with his hands.
"Please, don't,"
I beg.
A heavy slap landed on my face and I blacked out…..
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