Broken
1174 Words
Aria’s POV
“You are awake,” I heard my mother say.
“You’ve been asleep for two days,” she continued. I knew she was near me, but her voice sounded from a distance— more like a whisper.
I laid motionless on the wooden bed. I was too weak to stand. I wondered why I was alive. “I shouldn’t be breathing,” I thought to myself.
My head spun with pain as I forced myself to sit up on my bed . I was wrapped in thick animal– skin cloth. The weather wasn’t friendly. I felt cold on my skin— it penetrated my bones, but I didn’t care.
My sight was blurred, and sharp pain pierced behind my eyes. I knew my mother hadn’t left my side, but I still couldn’t see her clearly. My eyes were too heavy and clouded.
“Lie back and rest, you will regain your strength once you sleep some more,” she said gently.
“I will make you some stew,” she added, rising from her seat and disappearing into the kitchen.
As omegas, we lived far from others, and we were always bullied and never treated like we belonged to the blood fang pack.
We weren't allowed to associate with the pack, and it was a law made by our ancestors. We were seen as weak and unworthy to be trusted. It hurts but we have accepted our fate, and learnt to make ourselves happy.
My mother once told me stories of how she met my Father. How they discovered they were mates. How protected and soft he had been. I had always imagined the same for myself—a love that would shield me.
But fate denied me even that. My experience was the opposite of hers— mine was a nightmare. It hunted me day and night. It made me feel miserable.
I felt a cold hand press against my forehead… I knew it was my mum.
“ Your temperature is still high. This must be a fever,” she whispered, helping me sit up. She drew closer and fed me the hot stew, specially made with herbs— bitter and strong.
“What happened? Why didn’t you just let me die?” I said, breaking the silence.
“We found you collapsed,” she replied quietly—like she was afraid to remind me.
I stared into nothing. I looked pale— my lips were white and my eyes had no life in them.
My mom could only cure my fever but not the wound tearing me apart inside beneath. The pain had no remedy —it was deep and raw. It burned instead.
“I won’t survive this,” I thought as tears rolled down my cheeks. My mum wiped them away, but they kept coming, heavier and hotter. I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t feel my own skin.
“He rejected…my mate rejected me. Do I deserve this? Will he ever regret what he did? "Who will protect me— because I’m just an omega?”. The thoughts came like waves, drowning me in shame.
I couldn’t stop thinking. Nothing could comfort me. I was left shattered in pain. A pain that felt like an open wound.
That morning, I woke up feeling numb. I felt no purpose to be alive— no reason to keep going . The pain was still there. I wanted to end it, but it’s out of my control.
My wolf had gone silent— I felt it. I couldn’t feel her anymore. The last full mom had passed and I hadn’t shifted. There was no sign of her presence.
I looked at my hands. My skin was dry and cracked. My lips were peeling and neglected. I hadn’t cared for myself in days— not since the rejection. All I thought about was death.
My mother knew I was in pain. I could feel it as she was helpless. She wanted to help me but she couldn’t fix what was broken inside.
“I remember the day you were born”, she said softly behind me. I was standing by the window, looking out into the empty field.
“When your eyes opened, I knew you would be different. I saw the fire in your eyes. You looked so beautiful and everyone said the same thing. You’ve always been brave. In time, you will be stronger. You will heal from this. I need you to be strong,”
I’ve always known I was attractive. People stared as I walked by. It wasn’t new to hear I had fire in my eyes— but none of that mattered now. Not after the rejection.
“I want to be strong,” I whispered to myself. “I have to be." I can’t stay weak forever”.
I was mocked in public. I heard the rumors about me. I was too ashamed to step out and it hurt . The market wasn’t safe for me. People mocked me for being rejected — an omega matched and abandoned by an Alpha.
I felt sad. I felt lonely. A part of me wished it had never happened. I hoped he would come back for me and claim me again as his mate. I waited for him and days passed… but no sign of him. I cried myself to sleep every night and I couldn’t imagine not having a mate forever.
Then one day, I accepted my fate. I knew he would never come back for me.
I went into the woods … sat on a huge wood and stared at the ocean. I wanted peace . I wanted to find myself again.
The ocean looked beautiful and its waves calmed my soul. I felt safe as the wind blew in my direction. It kissed my skin and gave me reasons to start again.
I raised my hands and gently unpinned my hair. It fell to my shoulders as I sat up from the woods.
The ocean called me … it drew me closer. I unbuttoned my clothes and they fell to the ground. Slowly, I stepped out of it and walked to the ocean. Gently, I immersed myself, letting it swallow me.
I swam like my life depended on it and that was the only way to escape life.
When I finally emerged and my hair soaked. I stood under the sun letting it dry me. I put back my clothes and sat back, wondering what life had for me.
I heard footsteps. I turned and saw horses.
My heart skipped— it was Kael and his men approaching.
Shame gripped me. I wished the earth would open and swallow me.
They headed towards the ocean. As Kael passed me, he met my eyes. His gaze was cold . He didn’t say a word to me. He just looked… and kept walking. A stare that made me feel worthless.
But there was something in his eyes —pain.
The kind I felt.
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