I am done.
1071 Words
Alessia
Deep silence loomed around, stretching over the entire pack.
It was around midnight, and everyone else was deeply asleep, except me.
I was in the pack house grounds, a place that had once been my home... A place where once, the young and carefree me had played around, together with Lucian and Elara. A place that, unlike in the past, no longer felt like home. A place where I was no longer allowed to walk around freely unless I was doing cleaning, and that too, at night when everyone else was asleep.
Sad tears trickled down my face as I looked at the highest floor in the pack house mansion, the Alpha's floor. My eyes travelled to the left wing, zeroing in on a room that had lights on. Once upon a time, that was my room, a room that held my treasured memories with my parents. That room was now Elara's, representing the many things that she had taken from me. I thought she had taken enough. I thought that I had cried enough over everything that she had taken from me, but I was wrong. Once again, she had managed to snatch something bigger, hurting me even more deeply, but this time, it was going to be different.
I was done.
Unlike the past six years, I was not about to stand in the distance, watching in longing as she enjoyed the life that she had stolen from me. This time, I was not about to sit and watch her cosying up with Lucian.
I was done. I no longer had a reason to fight. I no longer had a reason to endure, and certainly, I didn't have a tomorrow to look forward to.
The thought of Lucian and his betrayal filled my heart with bitterness, and I found myself scrubbing harder. Today, just like in the last six years, I was doing cleaning, scrubbing, and washing the tiles, something that, over the years, I had come to find solace in. But this time, I was venting, doing it for distraction. I couldn't fall asleep, not like I was allowed to anyway, but I just wanted something to do, something to keep me busy, just to stop me from thinking about that traitor, from mulling over my bitter life and loneliness. And what could have been a better way than doing that one thing that I had been doing for the last six years? the gruesome cleaning?
Out of fury, I kicked the water bucket that I was using to mop the floor, splashing the water all over the place, knowing fully well that I was going to re-clean the mess, but I didn't care. For the first time, I allowed myself to vent, to express my anger and my frustration. Could it get any worse? For the past six years, I had been cautious and careful, and yet, that didn't stop me from being tortured. So, why not? Did I still have anything to lose? Lucian and I had already rejected each other. That one thing that had been holding me in this pack was gone. I didn't have to take their sh*t anymore.
Tired, I slumped my body on the hard floor, my knees cracking from the impact. Against my will, sobs escaped my lips as I thought about everything. From the surprised look that Lucian wore when I initiated the rejection. It's more like he wanted me to hug him, kiss him, and accept him as my mate even after his betrayal. It was more like he was perplexed, seeing a slave rejecting an alpha.
Just like to everyone else, I was also a slave in his eyes, and I was supposed to live according to his terms. Looking at him, I couldn't believe that he was the same Lucian that I once knew. That same Lucian that I grew up with. The same little boy that once swore to protect me. The same boy who, at the age of ten, asked me if I could be his forever. But forever?
A self-mocking laughter erupted from my lungs as memories of our childhood graced my mind. How happy we were, and how protective he was of me. Was it all a lie?
And the devotion that he had shown me for the last six years, was he just toying with me, raising my hopes so high just to break my heart?
" If you are done crying, hurry up and finish up. We still have the laundry waiting." I didn't know how long I had spent crying until I heard my wolf's weak voice, much to my surprise. You see, a few hours had passed after the rejection, and given how weak my wolf was, I expected her to disappear or even die from the pain, and yet, a few hours later, she was still here, sarcastically reminding me of my duties.
Yeah, ever since my uncle took over the pack, I became isolated. I was not allowed to interact with the other pack members or be seen...The first few months were hard but after several near-death beatings, I learnt, crafting a plan that allowed me to stay out of everyone's sight.That meant that I worked throughout the night, especially in the areas where other pack members frequented during the day.
Surprisingly, the fact that I became a pack's slave was never a secret in the pack. They all knew that their former Alpha's heir was being abused, but they never cared. It was like I was already dead in their eyes. Just like every other person, my pack abandoned me, the same people that my father had loved and protected till he drew his last breath. The same people that were now living in luxury, swooning over their new Alpha while I barely had enough to eat, slept in the cold laundry room, and hardly had enough clothes to keep me warm.
And now, the only hope that I had was gone, Why would I work for them? Slave myself for them? After everything, were they worth it?
'No, Isara. I am done being their slave.'
' They can clean their mess. It's their pack, not mine.' I whispered, slowly picking myself up from the cold floor.
' That's my girl. Now what? ' Isara's weak yet, overly excited voice rang out, and I paused, a cold glint crossing my eyes.
'Now what? '
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