You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 003

Chapter 003

Myra’s POV

I couldn’t help the curiosity that dousing my mind about Logan’s state at the moment. The rejection affected him, I knew it because I’d caught a glimpse before he chased me out.

The hurt that flashed through his eyes as he held his heart. And there was only one explanation as to why he was affected, that is he harbored affection that differs greatly from hatred for me.

I’d thought he’d hated me all his life, that the mere pitch of my existence pissed him off so much and deep into the core, I never thought he liked me in a way he shouldn’t.

I’m sure he doesn’t want me to witness more of that distress was why he sent me away. Still why would he reject me if that wasn’t what he want? It’s confusing and doesn’t make any sense.

Not like I’m willing to accept the bond if he hadn’t rejected it, still he’d look better on the floor groveling for my acceptance that I’ll never give him.

I made my way back to the hall, hiding away from the beta’s wife or any of the maids and just sat by a corner to watch everything unfolds.

I soon heard voices from behind me, they were coming close so I sprang up before they learnt of my presence the corner, luckily a room was around so I dashed inside.

Their voices got closer and audible enough for my ears to make out their words.

“Yes, I heard he honored his invitation and would be coming,” a familiar voice, that certainly belonged to a maid mouthed the gossip so loud I could hear from where I hid myself away.

“I wonder what he looks like. I can’t believe it, we’re going to meet The Alpha King for the very first time tonight. Are you not as excited as I am?” The other party engaged in the conversation with her responded, glee painted her words all over.

Oh wow, the Alpha King is invited. That’s interesting. But why is she rejoicing when she should be shitting her pants? Or is she deaf to the news that coated the Alpha King’s image?

I scoffed from where I stood, two sides about the information. There are a lot of flying rumors about the Alpha King.

The bad ones were more known and viral than the good ones. He was rumored to be a beast, an inhumane creature who enjoys the feel of pain on others, a sadistic man with no sense of happiness or peace.

He was rumored ruthless, bad, heartless, and a cold hearted man who annihilated a full pack because they wouldn’t bow to him. A lot of horrible talks about him.

The good ones weren’t about his personality or who he is, people said he was blessed with a face sculpted by the gods themselves, body molded and structured in the most perfect shape and way. Basically, the good rumors surrounded his good looks.

I’m not into looks. Logan is a prime example of that, I don’t know where his beauty stands in comparison with the Alpha King, but he was still a mouth watering sight to behold.

His defined face wasn’t to belittle, or those round beautiful eyes of his. Just that I wasn’t fazed by any of his features, not in the least.

This had me not in the league of those fanning over the Alpha King alleged stunning beauty. I honestly could care less. There are far things I need to worry about than the visit of the Alpha King.

I wonder how Logan is going to treat me now that we’re ex mates, would he worsen his ways or remain the same?

The girls earlier are surely gone, they were best friends and of course my enemies. They also hated me, and they’ve worked in cohort many times with the beta’s daughter to give me one of the hardest days.

I remember the night I was locked in a toilet because I spouted a comeback that made them rethink their life purpose, their punishment was locking me in a toilet to spend the night.

Pathetic little bitches.

I opened the door and let myself out of the room, I took back the seat at the corner on the floor and heaved a deep sigh. This is so peaceful.

‘Logan is in pain,” My wolf’s voice rang into my head, bringing my attention to the obvious.

“And I lack a f**k to give. He rejected us, why should we care?” I responded.

“And what are you doing here?” The annoying voice of the Luna asked. I can tell she’s already fuming. Goddess what’s with this witch and appearing whenever I’m feeling the slightest bit of peace? Gosh!

A hand latched on my hair as I was dragged out of the corner and pushed out to fall on the tiled floor.

My elbow graced the floor and knees knocked the surface, the unpleasant sensation kicked through my body in a quick pace.

I groaned as I rose on my feet and assumed a straight stance in front of her with my head bowed. “Nothing, Luna. I did went to the hall per your instructions, but I was sent to go clean up Alpha Logan’s room and he asked me to come back later because he was dressing up. I left his room not too long ago,” I briefed her a little explanation, keeping my voice soft and polite.

“And so the few minutes you had for free you wanted to spend it resting right?” She queried, literally picking an offense with me simply breathing. How problematic can a hater get? She’s an answer.

“There was nothing to do, Mrs Smith made it clear I wasn’t needed at the-“

The crisp sound of a slap had my mouth hung opened and wide as my jaw twitched with pain, my palm pull up instantly to rub against my cheek that felt hot and heated.

My jaw glued to the floor, while my eyes found hers and witnessed the cold hatred flaming out through her orbs.

“If there is nothing for you to do find something, I don’t want you sitting around this pack jobless and foolish. The next time I find you anywhere sitting idly by and doing nothing, you’ll get more than a slap and literally regret the day you walked into pack for safety and not into the stupid stomachs of those hunting you for dinner. Ungrateful brat!” Her words pierced me like a needle on a stingy surface, it stung deeper and harsher than a bee defending it hive from getting violated. She eyed me with disgust, hissed at me and walked off.

Tears gathered beneath my eyes, threatening to spill but I just wouldn’t allow it.

I promise myself that I won’t let them break me and they won’t. Her slap doesn’t hurt, none of their treatment hurts, but I couldn’t help myself from hurting at the impact of her words.

I sniffed, dragging my feet into motion as I walk my way back to the hall.

Mrs Smith, the beta’s wife was quick to catch my presence. “What are you doing here? Are you not suppose to be with the Alpha?” Her brows drew up into a questioning line, mouth remaining parted as she anticipated my response.

“He asked me to come back later. So I’m back here Incase there is anything else I can help you with,” I stated in a solemn tone. I made sure I hid any signs that would give out my distress and frustration so they wouldn’t take notice.

“Well, you can help with the servings. Go on into the hall, check out which table we’re yet to serve, note down the numbers and report back to me,” She laid down instructions, then returned her attention back to what she was doing.

I went away from her and straight into the hall to see the event has officially began. Some of the pack members were giving performance to the audience and it was just a horrible sight to behold z

As I stepped into the hall, Logan also walked in from the entrance up at the stage. Now fully dressed in his ancient clothes attire, his body fitted too well into the creamy vest with straps that had my gaze on him longer than it should be.

He fully bodied the medieval dressing, and I have no idea what got into me to began staring at him, taking notice of his beauty and slowly becoming enticed.

His eyes roamed around the hall, a bit absurd that they locate mine instantly and he kept our gazes locked as though we were communicating mentally.

Through the contact, psychic messages were sent. I could feel his message, his eyes held regret and that he passed to me. But mine held nothing but my hatred for him.

‘Logan was in love with us. He didn’t mean his rejection,” My wolf said to me, and that clears everything up.

I broke the contact, looking away from him as I toured into the hall to carry out the bitter head maid’s orders.

“Was that why he felt pain during the rejection?” I conversed with my wolf, peeping around to look for empty tables occupied with guests but yet to be served.

‘Yes, I also felt it because his wolf and I made a little connection. He allowed his wolf reach out to me, to us. He loves us.’

Aww that’s such a pity.

“Salome he rejected us, I don’t think he do. And we’re already over, there’s nothing I or we can do about it again, we just have to-“

My senses rang up as the scent drifted past the atmosphere, my nose itched as the beautiful smell became more radiant.

“Can you also smell that?” I asked my wolf, to affirm that I wasn’t going crazy while my nose sniffed on the vanilla mixed with rose scent.

‘Yes I can, we have a second chance mate. We have a second chance mate!’

It was blissful, and I wanted more of it. Salome was right, and this time Moon Goddess better do me right by pairing me with someone better.

My eyes trailed the scent to the entrance, jaw dropping as the mysterious man walked in, huge in frame and the definition of a demigod.

His aura exudes darkness as he walks in my direction, everybody in the hall went silent with their head falling low to bow at his presence.

My gaze widened, realizing who was approaching me and who the moon goddess picked to be my second chance mate.

The Alpha King. Why! Why???!!!!!

“Mine,” he got to me, a stiffened voice casting out the word while a hinged smirk touched his lip.

Yes I’m not into looks, but I wanted to faint in his arms and drown in his beauty. And Gosh, that voice!