Harald'sRejection
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"You are not my mate!”
Isolde’s hands squeezed her raggedy gown tight. Her heart sank as she heard Harald’s words laced with pure hatred.
She pushed away the hair that came down to her face, even though it was one of the things that accentuated her beauty. She didn't put it past Harald to act just as wickedly, but having a mate was a sacred pact. In such cases, one would simply put away their pride but that didn't seem necessary to Harald.
“You..” words just couldn't flow out of her mouth.
“Listen well, all of you,” Harald began, addressing the clan members in the meeting hall. “Isolde will never match up to my glory. She's a filthy lower beta and is incapable of ruling beside a powerful Alpha like myself.”
Perhaps, he didn't notice when he delved into tooting his horns but that was just like him. “Your step-sister, Avis, is my choice.”
That was it. The weight of his words dropped seamlessly on Isolde's shoulders, and she fell flat to the ground she'd already been kneeling on.
“Harald please!” She hoped to get a chance. A second chance.
“How dare you!?” Harald descended on her with might as he struck her face even while she was lying on the ground. Avis simply stood at an angle, enjoying the whole scenario. She'd always been jealous of Isolde so it gave her great joy that she was being even more humiliated by Harald.
“Harald honey, that's enough lest she dies in this sacred hall our ancestors have assembled in for centuries.”
Harald turned to look at Avis, his eyes still blazing with fury. The sight of her did next to nothing, getting him calm but he succumbed still. He would do anything to rid himself of Isolde. He knew she'd fallen in love with him, even though he cared nothing about her.
Turning away from Avis, his hands met Isolde's face with a few more blows. He then spat on her, showing that, indeed, he'd rejected her as a mate. Isolde was unconscious now but she knew nothing good was happening around her.
She was aware that she'd lost physical consciousness because she was in the subconscious realm where her wolf appeared to her for the first time.
“Isolde..”
A faint voice whispered. It was a blank space filled with darkness so she couldn't tell who called her, nor see them. “Isolde…” the voice whispered again.
She whimpered, not being able to see anything.
At this point, she found herself wholeheartedly agreeing with Harald, telling herself that she was a filthy disgusting lower beta who couldn't amount to anything. All the dreams she'd had about her future crashed the moment she lost her mother. Even her father's love was lost the minute he married Beatrix, Avis’ mother. Her life became a living hell ever since her father invited someone she was sure wasn't his mate to be his wife. She dreaded the moment she crossed paths with Beatrix.
“Huh? Whoa!”
She found the subconscious realm being whisked away, and she along with it. She opened her eyes and met her stepsister standing before her.
“You always thought that you were better than me, but unfortunately I'm greater than you are and will ever be. I'm the Alpha's mate and best believe that I'll make your life a living hell. Bitch.”
“A..Avi..”
Isolde wanted to ask Avis if Harald was her mate. She wanted Avis to look in her conscience, her subconscious and ask herself that vital question. Unfortunately, she didn't have the physical energy to speak.
“What's that?” Avis asked mockingly. She was enjoying the show.
She laughed hysterically leaving Isolde to get herself out of the hall. Isolde was weak. Harald beat her silly and didn't think to tell one of his betas to at least carry her to her quarters. How could she love a man like that? He was her mate, why did he act so cruelly to her? Was he her mate or…?
These sorts of questions probably didn't have answers.
Somehow, she found the energy to get up. She pushed herself near the wall so she could use it as support. Her feet were dragging slowly as they moved. Soon, she was outside the hall. She took her steps gently and slowly till she got to the stream. She gently undressed and got in the water to freshen up. The bruises ran shockwaves through her body as they met with water but she bore the pain and continued until she was done.
She heard some leaves rustle and slowly looked around.
“Who's there? Who? Who's hiding there?”
No answer came but the rustling continued.
“Show yourself immediately or I'll..”
“Or what?”
Came Harald's masculine but taunting voice.
“Ha-Harald,” she gasped. Oh, but what did he want now?
“You should refer to me as Lord. Have I not told you?”
Isolde stiffened. Yes, he'd said that,
“You rejected me as a mate…”
“ so???”
His anger was rising a second time that day. She didn't want to rouse it because only she would suffer the consequences of Harald's anger.
“Nothing, nothing. I apologize. But I don't know why you're here now.” The firmness in her broken tone was evident but shame made her hang her head low.
“It's obvious, you animal dung. That as useless and worthless as you are, your body is deliciously beautiful. I rejected you as a mate, but it doesn't mean I'm not going to have you whenever I want to.”
The malice in his voice was ever so glaring as he spoke. This wicked being. How on earth was Isolde ever going to escape this torment?
“Harald, you made me into a woman. You are the first man my body has known yet you have rejected me. You have torn my heart into shreds and have taken my step-sister as a mate. How much further can you humiliate me?”
The grief in Isolde’s heart didn't allow her to curtail her words so she wouldn't sound too authoritative, but Harald’s aura was already surrounded with rage as he speedily went to her, threw her head in the water, and began suffocating her.
She struggled and kicked, and kicked until he mercifully lifted her head from the water. He threw her out of the water and onto the ground, positioning her buttocks to face him. He was very strong.
This time, he rammed into her through her butthole. He did so with so much force that she screamed and cried and pleaded
With him to stop. But of course, he didn't listen.
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