Rejected Alpha Mate

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

ROBUST PACK

POV: Aurora

It was supposed to be a night of celebration and joy for everyone in my pack, but my eyes couldn't help but wander towards the one person who was turning me off: Alpha Dakota. He treated people around him like they were mere pieces of trash, and I made a promise to myself that I would never allow him to treat me the same way.

Despite his good looks, his arrogant and bad attitude made women despise him, and it was no surprise that he was still single. Pride would be the death of him, and I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't change his ways.

As I tried to distract myself, a commotion erupted from the other side of the pack, and I realised that another pack was attacking us. Alpha Dakota rushed out with his men to defend us, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger towards him.

The fight was brutal, and I could hear screams and cries of pain all around me. I fled to Alpha Dakota's house and hid myself, waiting for the fight to be over.

Once the attackers were defeated, I cautiously made my way out, trying to avoid being seen. My eyes landed on Alpha Dakota, injured and weak. I couldn't help but wish that he had been killed in the fight.

As I made my way back home, I realised that my family was nowhere to be found. Fear gripped me as I wondered if they had been caught in the crossfire of the attack.

The party had turned into a nightmare, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was what our lives had come to. Packs fighting against each other, people dying left and right, and all for what? Power? Control? It sickened me.

As the days passed, I couldn't shake off the image of Alpha Dakota, injured and vulnerable. Despite my anger towards him, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for wishing him dead.

I realised then that life was too short to hold grudges and hate towards someone. In the face of danger and tragedy, we are all just human beings trying to survive.

I jokingly made a decision to confront Alpha Dakota and try to reconcile with him, to put aside our differences and work towards a common goal. But all was going to end in a mere imagination because I never prayed for such a man and I don't even have time to give my heart to anyone , talk more to someone who will toy with it .

The attack had left a scar on our pack, but it had also taught me a valuable lesson about forgiveness and compassion. As I stood under the moonlit sky, I knew that our pack would emerge from this tragedy stronger than ever before.

I sat there, fidgeting with my fingers, trying to keep my composure as my parents chatted away with the man who had driven them home. It was a strange feeling, being in the presence of someone who had done us such a great favour. I felt indebted to him, but at the same time, I couldn't help feeling like I didn't belong there.

My eyes wandered around the room, taking in the opulence of our surroundings. The man's house was adorned with all sorts of expensive-looking decorations and furniture, and I couldn't help but feel out of place amidst it all. My parents seemed to be enjoying themselves, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right.

As I sat there, lost in thought, I suddenly felt a presence behind me. I turned around to see my dad looking at me with a solemn expression. "What's the problem?" I asked him, concerned.

He didn't say anything for a moment, his eyes fixed on mine. Finally, he spoke. "I was just thinking about the promises I made to you when you were born," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I didn't know what to say. My dad had always been a man of his word, but lately, it seemed like he had been struggling to keep up with his promises. My mom's health had taken a turn for the worse, and we didn't have the money to provide her with the care she needed. It was a difficult situation, and I could see the weight of it all on my dad's face.

"I'll help you," I said, placing my hand on his arm. "We'll figure something out."

He nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Thank you," he said.

Just then, the man's eldest son approached me. I could tell from the way he was looking at me that he was interested in me, but I wasn't in the mood for small talk. I brushed him off and turned my attention back to my parents, who were still engrossed in conversation with the man and his family.

As we left the house, I couldn't help feeling relieved. It was a strange feeling, knowing that we had just spent time with people who were so different from us. But at the same time, it was a reminder of how important it is to be grateful for the help that we receive, no matter where it comes from.

As we walked back home, I made a promise to myself. I would do everything in my power to help my parents, to make sure that they didn't have to worry about money or healthcare ever again. It wouldn't be easy, but I knew that it was the right thing to do.

And who knows? Maybe one day, we would be the ones inviting people into our home, offering them the same kindness that had been shown to us.

A few weeks later, my dad told me that the man we met before wanted to see me. I was worried, but I thought maybe they wanted to help me find something that I could start doing. When I got there ,the man said that his son said he likes me but I didn't respond. Why will he send his father to me? It was very hard to figure out a calm and reasonable reply, but he didn't allow me to talk as his son entered. He left the both of us, but I was not feeling safe at all as he kept coming close to me. I told him to stay off; he apologised and told me that he wanted to bring a drink for me, and I love juice so much that I couldn't say no.

When he brought the juice , I took it and it was nice , so I requested for more . How did he know that I'm a lover of juice? I asked myself. A few minutes later, my eyes began to close slowly; I didn't know what was happening, and before I could gather myself together, he took me to his room and laid me on his bed. A few moments later, I was feeling slight pain and at the same time like I was in paradise. I didn't know what was happening, but I felt deep sweetness in me. After some time, I stopped feeling it, and I slept off.

When I woke up, I saw white substances around me, but I didn't know what they were until I touched them. In between my legs too, I shouted in a loud voice. The man and his son came to the room,his father asked me what happened,I showed him what I saw . He asked me if I was a kid. The question was ringing in my head as I tried to stand up; everywhere was stained with blood.

The man defended his son, saying, "I have lost my virginity to an idiot." What will I tell my parents now? I took my dress, put it on, and left, but I was in pain, and I will deal with the fool.

When I got home, I didn't say a word to my parents because I was afraid they would surely use their wealth to intimidate us, and I don't want anything that will put my mother's life at risk.

I walked straight from bathroom to bathroom, took my bath and washed my clothes so that my parents wouldn't notice it.

Throughout that night, all I could do was cry and blame myself for taking the drink . I started reasoning about the possible solution to the problem as Alpha Dakota came across my thoughts. If he was the one that did this, maybe he would be dead by now,but I hate this bastard more than the devil.