Cruel Rejection Series

Chapter 1 ----------------- Cruel Rejection Series Book 1 Cruel Rejection ----------------- Story Description I have been abused, I have been tortured, I have been mocked, I have been broken down mentally and physically and now I have been rejected. I am falling through a dark and endless abyss trying to climb my way out but failing epically. They say there is always a light at the end of that dark tunnel, well where is my light? Where is my happy ending? All I have is this cruel rejection. ----------------- (Pronunciation of her name An-I-ees) "Anaïs where the f**k is my food?!" I woke up to screaming and a punch in the face. I opened my eyes and tears began to spill down my cheeks. "I swear if you cry, I'll hit you harder," My brother Chris threatened. I nodded my head and wiped my face clear. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me out my room and down the stairs. My room wasn't even an actual room; it was more like a closet in the pack house. As I struggled to get out of his tight grip, he threw me into the kitchen, grabbing a pot and began beating me with it. "This will teach you to wake up and make breakfast," He said angrily. I stayed in the corner trying to shield my face and prevent the burning tears from falling. Whenever I cried it only made him angrier and the hits harder. "Chris stop that's enough!" My father yelled. Chris nodded his head before he gave me a kick in the gut before leaving the room. Normally I would be able to heal but after years of abuse, I've gotten weaker. "What would you like me to cook?" I asked as I tried to calm my bloody nose. "Waffles, bacon, eggs and lots of bacon," My father responded flatly. "Yes Beta John." I bowed, blood pattering on the tile floor. I quickly cleaned it up before anyone saw. The consequence would be brutal. I was ordered by my father to never call him dad again. I stuffed napkins up my nose to stop the bleeding and began working on the food. Soon wolves were piling into the kitchen, hungry and impatient. Once everyone was served I slipped back upstairs to my room/closet. The only thing in there was a mattress and my ragged clothes. I laid down on my makeshift bed and looked up at the dark ceiling. I felt around on the floor and turned the light on. My eyes fell on an old picture of me and the Alpha's twin boys, Xavier and Daniel. 2 years ago something shifted my life upside down. I went from being loved to being the most hated wolf in my entire pack. "b***h! Get out here now!!" I heard a screech from the other side of the door. I slid off the mattress and opened the door to find my cousin Stacy glaring at me. "Get your ugly ass downstairs and help decorate for the party tomorrow," She snapped. "Yes Stacy," I said compliant. She smirked at me while her brown eyes surveyed me up and down. "I feel sorry for your mate. He'll end up with someone so weak and ugly and useless." She smirked. I let my head fall as I walked into the living room of the pack house. There were other teenage wolves chatting and laughing as they helped put up the decorations. Wolves that used to be my friends. As I walked into the living room all laughter started to die. "Look, it's the b***h who killed Daniel," I heard someone whisper. I ignored the comment but that suffocating feeling of shame was making my heart beat harder. As I walked through, I tripped over something and fell face first. "Oops sorry. You're not gonna kill me like you did Daniel, are you?" Zack smirked. I stood up silent and shuffled out of the room. Embarrassment was no longer a burden. I have been beat like a dog for two years straight. You learn how to hold your tongue in this type of environment. If I were to ever talk out of turn or talk at all, the Alpha would give them permission to inflict any form of torture that pleased them. I began to blow up balloons and tape up streamers. Luckily, the Luna decided to cook dinner for everyone so I got a chance to slip away from everyone. I went into my room and sat on the mattress, thinking about the old times when Xavier, Daniel and I were the coolest kids in the pack. All that changed two years ago when the rogues attacked. *flashback* "Danny, what happens if we're not mates?" I asked Daniel as we walked along the lake side. We've been doing this every night ever since we began dating and we were so sure that we were mates. "Come on now, everyone agrees we're mates, even Xavier," He chuckled as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I looked up into his grey eyes and saw nothing but love as he looked down into mine. "I love you so much," He whispered to me. I blushed and planted a kiss on his cheek. There was a rustling in the bushes next to us. We froze in place. "Anaïs stay right here," He warned me. As he walked towards the bushes, a large brown wolf jumped out and tackled him to the ground. It snapped at his face as Daniel tried to shield himself. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't shift yet and neither could he. As I ran over to try and help, another wolf came from the bushes and snarled at me. The wolf on top of Daniel snapped at his ankle and began dragging him into the bushes. There was snapping and growling and finally an ear splitting scream came from Daniel. "Daniel NOOOOO!" I tried to run towards the sound but the wolf in front of me growled and stepped forward. Just as I thought it was over for me there was a howl and the wolf took off into the forest. I ran towards Daniel and fell to the ground. He was losing so much blood. I clutched his body as he looked me in the eyes. He brought a bloody hand up to my face and caressed my cheek. There was stab wounds everywhere on his body, including his heart. "I love you," He whispered. "I love you more," I cried. I watched the life slip from his eyes as his body became motionless. *flashback over* The pack found me hours later still clutching his dead body. There was no one else around to blame and it couldn't have been a rogue attack because it was inside the territory, so they say. Everyone pointed the finger at me. The Alpha and Luna blamed me for the death of their son and Xavier hasn't said a single thing to me in 2 years. I knew then that our friendship was gone. My parents basically disowned me and my brother began beating me everyday for the murder of his bestfriend. As the pack pitied Xavier for his lost, they took their anger out on me. I'm hoping whoever is truly my mate will take me away from all this pain and misery and let me live happily. Chapter Two Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday dear Anaïs, happy birthday to me. I was in the kitchen preparing food for the party tonight while quietly singing to myself. "Happy birthday Daniel," I whispered to myself as a silent tear slid down my face. Xavier, Daniel and I always celebrated our birthdays together since they were on the same day. We were once the inseparable triplets and now Xavier is the lone wolf and I am a disgrace. "Hurry up b***h, my baby deserves the best of the best even if it's coming from you." My cousin came and smacked me in the back of my head. Xavier was dating my cousin ever since his brother died. We used to laugh at the w****s like my cousin in the pack and now ever since Xavier started dating her, she's been making my life hell. I'm sad to say that I'm actually quite used to it. The first few months I would cry myself to sleep or collapse on the ground sobbing uncontrollably, which caused more beatings. The only real thing that was killing me inside was that whenever I walked by someone they would call me 'Daniel's killer'. I would never hurt Daniel, he was the love of my life and hearing people say that over and over again breaks my heart little by little. I have lost everything over the years: my friends, my family and my best friends. That rogue ruined my life that night and there is nothing I could do about it. "You're so pathetic," I heard her say. I was relieved when I heard her footsteps walk fade but I hoped too soon. The last thing I felt was something hit me in the back of my head and I was out cold. Darkness was once my enemy and I hated it when I was a child. Now as this lonely girl with nothing left, I embrace darkness because right now it is my friend and keeps me away from these traitors. I want to break out of my weak shell. I don't want to be weak and scared all the time. I hate being worthless and ugly. Everyone has abandoned me. I can't leave them. This is my home but I can't stay because they are breaking me down physically and mentally. What do I do? I felt something hot wash over my body, scorching me and blistering my body red. I sat up screaming as I was faced to face with my brother Chris and Stacy. Chris and I used to be extremely close. He is only a year old than me. We would spend our time together chasing ducks near the pond and goofing off, playing pranks on everyone. Daniel was his bestfriend so we spent a lot of time together, the four of us. Ever since Daniel died, Chris was never the same to me. "Wake the f**k up and clean this mess up," He growled. I nodded my head and very gently brushed my sore arm. "Maybe I didn't hit her hard enough with the pan," I heard Stacy say as she walked away with Chris. I grabbed a mop and slowly began to mop up the water. My dirty ragged clothes were now soaked and sticking to my skin. My feet were splashing around in the water since I was never allowed to wear shoes. When I finished cleaning up, I continued making the cake and cupcakes for the party. Hours later, once they were done, I got back to my room to pick out what to wear even though I had very little choices. I pulled out a baby blue dress I had been saving for my 18th birthday. I was going to wear it no matter what and try to look my best, even if I was ugly. After I put it on I slipped into the bathroom in the hallway and looked in the mirror. Blue eyes looked back at me. They weren't filled with happiness and joy, they were filled with despair, tears and depression. I had a black eye with bruises and gashes everywhere across my face. My black hair was tangled and bushy from the years of being unkept. There was a knock at the door. I opened the hesitantly and revealed my mother. My parents never abused me, they just disowned me. Well my father disowned me, my mother always loved me and believed that I wasn't responsible for Daniel's death but she knew if she didn't play along there would be consequences. "You look beautiful Love." She smiled at me. She turned me around and grabbed a brush from the cabinet behind the mirror. She stroked my hair softly, giving me a slight sense of security and reassurance. It hurt as she battled her way through the knots but I was glad to spend time with the only person who I thought loved me. "I hope your mate isn't someone in the pack, I hope they are someone who can take care of you," She whispered into my ear, her warm breath tickling the hair above it. "Well then they will never find me," I said sadly. "Love always finds a way." When she finished I looked into the mirror and noticed my hair past my waist, better than normal. "Thank you mom." I whispered to her. She smiled at me and hurried out the bathroom, leaving me alone. My mother did truly love me but she cared more about what the pack thought of her instead of her own daughter. It broke my heart just thinking about that. Tonight there was a possibility that I could meet my mate. My deepest desire and dream is to have someone bound to me forever, to love me with all their heart, to cherish me and be thankful for waking up next to me everyday.