Rejected and sold to a Lycan

Chapter 3

ARIELLE

"I reject you as my mate." He said this, glaring at me with disdain after we finished.

The words came as a shock to me. I searched his face; maybe it was a joke.

"I, Alpha Orion of the Golden-Blue Pack, reject you, Arielle, as my Mate." He said with a stern face.

I blinked, and tears ran down my face. We just had something good—something I have spent years dreaming of how cherishing it would be. In the twinkle of my own eyes, my castle crumbled, crushed to powder in a blink.

Another rejection! Another bruise on my heart. If he didn't want me, why did he take away my innocence? I've saved and guarded it with my life, so I could give it as a gift to my mate on our mating ceremony night.

I cried, clutching my clothes on my naked body. I hurried out of the room, half-naked. A part of me felt guilty for letting him have his way before our mating night, and another part of me felt satisfied with his touch and his carcass against my body. Alpha Orion is strong and ruthless, just like his father, and so I find it a rare privilege to be his mate. I am a weak omega.

I rushed to the barn where Vadka and I shared. Like me, she was a reject and an omega with no abilities. She was the only one I could speak to.

I took the tracks and traced my way back to the shack I shared with Vadka.

"What took you so long?" She asked as I opened the door.

I blinked repeatedly, gaping. The question took me aback because I wasn't prepared for any form of questioning. I couldn't speak.

"Why are you gaping?"

"Umm. Alpha Orion asked me to clean his room.".

"And you think I don't know that already?—you took too long, and you got me worried," she complained. I hurriedly put down the pan and sat beside her on the straw bed.

"I'm sorry," I said to her.

"You should tell her about your mate, the rejection, and what he has done to your body." Ariela kept poking me. What if she freaks out? I sulk.

I examined her face and found a fresh injury on the left side. She tried to hide it, but it was too late. I forgot about my pain, focusing on hers.

"What happened to you, Vadka?" I asked, tracing my hand on her fragile face.

"A guard hit me," she said with tears streaming down her cheeks. I hugged her, making my tears hers. I brushed her messy hair and held her tight in my arms. We cried together. I cried, not because Vadka had been beaten; I cried because my mate had rejected me.

"Everything will be fine," I assured her, then went ahead to wipe her tears with the back of my palm.

"We have to take a bath. Look at you looking like a wet cat. "I teased. She bluffed, wiping off the remaining drops of tears from her face. I was weak, but I didn't feel as vulnerable as she did. There was something about me that I knew was not normal, but I just couldn't place my hand on it. We gathered our things and headed for the stream.

At the stream, I took off my clothes and gracefully stepped into the water till it got to my chest, then I seeped myself into the water, letting its coolness drench me from my head.

"You are beautiful," Vadka said. Her eyes still surveyed my body as we both sank into the water.

"You are beautiful too," I told her.

She smiled at me and shook her head in disapproval.

"I'm not as beautiful as you," she told me.

We both laughed. At this point, I felt the urge to tell her my little secret, but then I thought about it. I didn't want to break her heart knowing I had found my mate, which would make her devastated. A mate was the only thing that could save us from the daily torture and maltreatment we get every day in the pack.

We hurriedly got out of the water and dressed in fresh clothes, then headed back to our barn. A small shack for slaves, with two in each room.

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The next day, we finished our chores, so we went to our shabby barn for a little rest.

We laid on our backs to rest, and just when I thought to close my eyes, a strange scent struck my nostrils, and soon it was followed by footsteps brushing on sun-dried leaves.

I got up and listened. Vadka was fast asleep, exhausted from the beatings she had received from the guard the previous day. It didn't take long. The door came creaking open, and there was Cheryl standing with emerald-blue eyes, staring dead and angry into my face. Alpha Orion's betrothed.

"Hey! Reject. Follow me!" she commanded.

I didn't resist jumping after her. I walked behind her, managing to keep up with her pace; my strength was failing me, and my legs were too weak to carry me. I have been working without any good food for two days, but I didn't relent. I pressed on with the last of my strength, and just when we got into the pack, she stopped. Tracing her fingertips on the rails, she paused and examined her hand before talking directly to me.

"How dare you neglect your duty post? You are a weak, rejected peasant", she yelled the words to me, particles of her spit spewing in my face as she spoke.

I wanted to scream back at her, to tell her I am the daughter of an Alpha, but I kept my mouth short. No one dares to challenge Cheryl. Absolutely no one.

"I was asked to clean Alpha Orion's room."

I tried to speak as firmly as I could. She narrowed her eyes at me, flashing a dark look from under her long eyelashes. She squeezed her lip, and without a word, she shoved the wet mop stick into my face. I stood perplexed and perturbed, unable to comprehend where the sudden hate was coming from. Even though I am aware that she hates my guts, She turned to leave. I stood, wishing in my heart that she should slip and roll down the stairs. It wouldn't be as bad as the words and slaps she gives the other slaves and me every other day, and I would be happy if it did happen.

"Disgusting cub." She murmured the curse and began walking up the stairs.

I focused my gaze on her as she climbed to the top of the stairs. I wasn't finished with my thoughts when I heard her scream.

"Ouch!

I blinked when I heard her grunt.

"Did she just slam her butt into the floor?" My eyes widened.

"Wait! Did she just slip on the stairs?" I questioned in my mind, and like a little ball, she rolled from the top and fell just a step away from my feet.

I giggled, struggling so hard not to laugh, but it was too late. I was caught red-handed in the act.

"Your doom," Ariela said from within. I shook her head off and stared blankly.

"Are you laughing at me, slave?" she asked sternly, and then stood up like a thunderbolt while glaring daggers at me. If eyes could kill, I was sure at this point I would have mourners by my graveside in minutes.

"I–I didn't…" I tried to speak. But in a flash, she growled and attacked me. I winced in pain as I soon began to feel blood ooze from my arms. She gripped me forcefully, pressing her claws into my skin. Then she lashed my face with countless slaps.

It hurts, I admit, but I didn't cry anyway. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction she wanted today. On the other hand, I was satisfied with my little victory and extremely happy that my wish had come to pass just the way I wanted it. A little victory, right? It means a lot to me; it means a lot to a weak omega, a reject, and a slave like me. The slaps didn't stop. She slapped me harder, yanking and kicking me severely all over my body. I couldn't fight back. All I could do was grunt and wimp in pain. I can now taste blood in my mouth—raw, rusty, and salty. She gave me a last kick in my stomach, then pulled my hair, making me follow her in all directions. I held her hand in mine, struggling to get her grip off my hair. I could feel little strands of my hair ripping off my fragile scalp.

"Your punishment will be swift and brutal, I promise you," she told me.

Then she punched me in the face multiple times. I still didn't do anything. My nose began to bleed, but my entire body was numb from feeling the pain anymore. One last kick on my hip, and off I went, slamming my ass hard on the floor just like she had done. I spit out the blood that was already forming in my mouth and squawked painfully. Shelly was breathing heavily in anger; I could see her chest rising and falling as she gasped for air, looking at me with contempt and disgust.

"A spineless, warm, pathetic little pup. I wonder how you survived this long." She spit on my face.

"Leave her alone," a voice shouted from the end of the corridor.

Shelly and I turned in unison to the direction the voice came from.

"A savior?"

"Maybe not."