TheBreakingPoint
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Chapter 003
Lyra’s POV
"You're an omega, Lyra," he said, squinting with contempt.
"A feeble man, The lowest of the
low. Really?, did you honestly believe I would ever consider you as my friend? the Future Beta of this
pack is me.
Someone strong at my side is what I need, not a weight dragging me down".
Every statement cut worse than any insult I had ever known, like a knife to my heart. From
others,
I had been accustomed to brutality; however, hearing from him—the one fate-appointed
person meant to be mine—was too much. Desperate to hang on to the falling strands of my
dignity, I muttered,
"You're wrong," shaking. "The bond—that's right."
His voice colder as ice, he said sharply, "This bond means nothing."
" Lyra, it is a curse. A
God's error. You will never be more than the miserable omega you are; I reject you as my mate".
His comments made me gasp since the weight of rejection was tremendous. Frozen, unable to
move or talk, I stood there listening to the pain of his contempt.
It was not over, though.
My father Alpha Caelus showed up before I could get myself together. His presence was
intimidating as always, his tall bulk hanging lengthy shadows over us both. His eyes, which had
been warm and protective, were cold and calculated.
"Father," I started, my voice faltering, yearning for some help, some indication he would
disagree with Orion's violence.
But my appeal was greeted with only indifference.
"Orion is right," my father remarked in a
sharp and relentless voice. " Lyra, you are an omega. A dishonor to this pack and to me. Your
presence saves us.
I staggered back; the hurt from his words was stronger than from any physical attack. "How can
you say that? I am your daughter—”
"And that is the only reason you are still here," he said, his voice devoid of any parental
affection. But even my blood cannot alter your nature. You are not worth respect nor defense.
You are on your own going ahead".
Though I fought to let tears fall, they burnt my eyes. Not in this place Not directly in front of
them. Not while they gazed at me as though I were the stain they intended to remove.
"You cannot be serious,"
I said, despair tumbling into my voice. I have done everything you
have asked of me. I never sought for more than—“
"Enough!" The voice of Alpha Caelus rang loud and merciless. "You will go from this pack if you
want to live. You will not bring dishonor to this pack any more and you will not have my
protection.
The ground seemed to be pulled from under me. My own father had turned away from me,
denigrating me as though I were nothing.
"What am I supposed to do?" My voice only a whisper,
buckling beneath the weight of it all, I asked. "Where am I supposed to go?”
He turned away from me, his face contemptuous and nasty. "Lyra, it is not of relevance to me.
Come live with the rogues. Perhaps this is where you really belong".
I watched them go, their silhouettes disappearing into the distance and left me alone with just
the terrible reality of my exile.
My whole life—the one I had battled so hard to fit in—was gone.
The weight of my rejection overtook me as I dropped upon the chilly ground. Though I had
always known I was unique, this—being thrown out by my father, friend—was more than I could
handle.
To them, I have nothing at all. An obligation. Errors.
My thoughts dead with hopelessness, I lay there for what felt like an eternity when all of a
sudden I heard rustling in the surrounding bushes.
My senses intensified; I felt someone
observing me.
From the shadows sprang a tall, strong man with sharp eyes that appeared to pierce across the
night. I retreated, panic flooding me. "Who are you?," wondered I insisted, attempting to hide the
terror from my voice.
The man moved deliberately and confidently as he approached. "My name is Octavius," he
stated with a suave, strangely consoling tone. Lyra, you have been under observation.
I paid close attention to him.
Though he lacked the rebellious attitude, he was unquestionably
no ally. "What do you seek?"
He grinned, a sliver of something dark dancing in his eyes. "I want to help you," he replied, his
voice full of fake earnestness. "I know what it feels like to be passed over and betrayed by
people you trusted."
His remarks really resonated. I wanted to believe him, to consider that perhaps someone would
see my suffering and provide comfort. Just maybe. But something in his eyes set up warnings in
my mind—a flash of something sinister, deceitful.
"What's in it for you?"? I asked, not allowing my guard to drop totally.
He grinned and moved in till he was barely inches away. Lyra, you seem to have promise.
Strength you are unaware of even now. Allow me to enable you to access it. We can show them
all they were mistaken about you.
For a little period, his words were a seductive promise of power and retribution. Deep down,
though, I realized Octavius was not providing assistance motivated by compassion. I couldn't
quite put my finger on another darker element as well.
Still, I agreed, feeling a flutter of hope since there was nothing left to lose. "Alright," I responded,
even though my gut urged caution.
"I would listen."
I felt as Octavius grinned that I had just struck a bargain with the devil. But at this moment, the
agony of solitude took front stage over the anxiety over what was ahead. And for the first time
since everything collapsed,
I experienced a taste of something like will.
I would be ready whatever Octavius had scheduled
Octavius’s POV
Tension permeated the air, the kind that sank deep into your bones and made every action
intentional, every word like a well placed dagger. From the shadows,
I watched Lyra stand by
herself, her silhouette shaking beneath the weight of what she had been asked to go through.
Her posture showed defiance even in her brokenness, a fire not yet extinguished. The heat
lured me to her, it made this game very exciting.
Though she was a piece in a far bigger plot, unlike the others she didn't realize it yet. Not
completely. She thought of her own path, one that would lead her directly into the trap I had so
painstakingly designed, but I would be the one to send her on that road. She would never see it
approaching either.
I emerged from the shadows to establish my presence. Her eyes wide, she turned abruptly,
trying to hide the terror flickering there. decent. She would be off-balance and easier to handle
under fear.
"Who are you??" She insisted, her voice calm but slanted with mistrust.
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