Rejected Alpha Mate

Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

REGRET

The days leading up to that moment had been fraught with confusion and fear. Everything had been fine, until it wasn't. A few weeks had passed since that fateful day when everything changed. I had started feeling so weak and had a serious headache. I thought of possible causes but it wasn't anything I could pinpoint. Immediately I asked myself, am I pregnant? I rejected the idea at first, but the possibility of it lingered in my mind.

My mother noticed my movements and change in face, she asked me what was wrong with me. I said nothing but I was feeling a headache, and she accepted it. But before that day could finish, the sickness became serious. The headache was unrelenting, and my body felt weak. We knew we had to seek medical attention immediately.

At the hospital, the doctor confirmed it was pregnancy. I shouted, and it was very loud that everybody could hear it. My dad was in shock, the same thing as my mom. We had all been caught off guard by the news. It was like the ground had shifted beneath our feet.

When we got home, it was like heaven wanted to fall on my head as my dad was so annoyed. He asked me who was responsible, and I told him the man's son. At first, he didn't believe it, but he knew that I wouldn't lie to him. "So you have been seeing him since then?" He asked me, looking very surprised. I told him that it was only that day that I visited his dad, and the both of them planned it. He had inserted something into the drink he gave me, so I was carried away.

After narrating everything to him, he stood up in anger and took me to the man's place. My heart was pounding with fear and anticipation. What would happen when we got there? Would they deny everything, or would they own up to it? As we entered the man's compound, my dad's voice boomed like thunder, demanding to see the man responsible for his daughter's pregnancy.

The man's son was brought out, and my dad demanded to know why he had done what he did. The man's son tried to deny it at first, but eventually broke down and admitted to what he had done. The man, his father, tried to intervene, but my dad was having none of it. He insisted that justice must be served.

In the end, the man and his son sent us out of his compound. It was a difficult time for me and my family, but we were able to get through it. It was a lesson learned the hard way, but one that would stay with me for the rest of my life.

Looking back on that time, I realise that things could have gone so much worse, what if he killed me that day and nobody will know about it.

My dad regretted and blamed himself for everything,but he was just trying to look for a way we could step out from poverty.

As my father apologised to me, my little brother suddenly fell to the ground. Panic swept through the room, and we all sprang into action. My father quickly scooped up my brother and we rushed him to the hospital.

But the hospital bill was a crushing blow. We didn't have anywhere near enough money to cover it. I felt the weight of our misfortune press down on me like a boulder. At that moment, I realised just how unlucky we really were.

Desperate for a solution, my father announced that he would go to Alpha Dakota. It was our only hope. My mother supported the plan, but I couldn't accept it. I couldn't bear the thought of my father facing the ruthless Alpha who ruled over our world with an iron fist.

But he had no choice. And when he returned, his empty hands and tear-stained face told me everything. He had been treated like a rag, and my anger towards him grew even stronger.

I wished that I wasn't just an Omega. I wished that I had the strength to fight and destroy those wicked Alphas who held our fate in their hands.

Driven by a sudden surge of courage, I approached the Alpha. If he could show such disrespect to the former warrior of our pack, then who was I to him? I pleaded with him, even falling to my knees and holding onto his legs. But he pushed me away, and I fell hard on my stomach.

In that moment, I felt the pain of my failure and the weight of our hopeless situation. But I refused to give up. I knew that I would do whatever it took to save my family, even if it meant facing the most powerful Alphas in the world.

For we were not just unlucky humans. We were wolves, and we had the strength and spirit to fight for what we believed in, no matter the cost. And I would do everything in my power to protect those I loved, even if it meant taking on the entire Alpha pack. These are the thoughts I was having on my way back home.

As I stepped through the door of my humble abode, the air was thick with tension and fear. I was greeted with an ear-splitting scream that tore through the stillness, causing my heart to skip a beat. My mother's face was contorted with panic as she gazed upon the rivulets of blood that cascaded down my leg like a crimson waterfall.

At first, I was unaware of the severity of my injury, but the pallor of my mother's face and the queasiness in my gut alerted me to the gravity of the situation. I was rushed to the same hospital where my brother lay, fighting for his life. I knew that our financial situation was dire, and that the hospital bills were mounting by the second, but my own injuries were insignificant compared to the magnitude of my brother's struggles.

As I lay in the sterile hospital bed, awaiting the doctor's prognosis, my mind was consumed with rage and a deep-seated desire for revenge. The doctor confirmed my worst fears: I had miscarried my child. Although a small part of me was relieved, the overwhelming sense of injustice and betrayal consumed me. I vowed to make Alpha Dakota pay for what he had done, no matter the cost.

But as I lay in the hospital, grappling with the enormity of my mission, my thoughts kept returning to my brother's tenuous hold on life, and the crushing weight of our financial burdens. The doctor urged me to rest and recover, but how could I rest when my mind was ablaze with the flames of revenge and my family's welfare hung in the balance?

In the end, I knew that I had no choice but to summon all of my strength and courage, and face the challenges ahead head-on. It would be a difficult road, fraught with obstacles and uncertainties, but I was determined to do whatever it took to protect my family and bring justice to those who had wronged us.

The hospital room was silent, except for the occasional beeping of the machines monitoring my brother's vital signs. My dad had received a call from the doctor, but whatever was said seemed to fly right over my head. As my family stood up to leave, I remember feeling a sense of dread wash over me. Something was not right.

We entered my brother's ward and found him lying motionless on the bed. My heart sank as I realised that my worst fear had come true. My brother was gone, and there was nothing we could do about it. The doctor had failed us.

At that moment, something inside me snapped. A primal rage took hold of my body, and I felt myself transform into something otherworldly. I was no longer the human I had once been; I was a wolf, fierce and uncontrollable.

I began tearing apart the hospital room, smashing equipment and furniture to pieces. The doctor tried to intervene, but it was no use. My wolf form was too powerful, and my anger too great.

Eventually, security arrived, but they were no match for me. I fought them off, protecting my family as we fled the hospital. On the way home, we were ambushed by a group of attackers. But this time, I was ready.

My dad, a respected warrior of our pack, took on the attackers with all his might. I joined in, despite knowing that I was not as strong as the other warriors or the Alpha. But I refused to back down.

In the end, we were victorious. We fought off the attackers, and one of them was killed. It was a bittersweet victory, though, as we had lost my brother. But in that moment, I realised that I was stronger than I had ever known. And no matter what came our way, we would fight to protect our pack, no matter the cost.

I was seething with anger as I approached Alpha Dakota's territory. I was ready to confront him for the way he treated my pack and our people. But before I could even say a word, my father intervened and started telling us about his past with the Robust pack.

My father was once the strongest and most respected member of his pack. He was so powerful that other packs would call on the Robust pack to come and protect them. But everything changed when he wanted to become the beta of the pack.

People became envious of him and started fighting him. They even tried to kill him, but they failed. They then challenged him to a fight with another warrior, using a spell to ensure his defeat. From that day on, my father became worthless to them.

As my father spoke, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. It was clear that the pain he experienced still weighed heavily on him. But then he shifted his focus to Alpha Dakota and explained how he too had suffered loss.

Alpha Dakota's father was killed, and he believed that everyone had conspired against him. His grief turned him into a ruthless leader who made innocent ones feel rejected. My father didn't hold anything against him, however, acknowledging that life can be unfair at times.

As my father finished his story, I realised that there was more to Alpha Dakota than just his cruel actions. He was a product of his past, just like my father. I couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to bridge the gap between our packs and work towards a better future.

The weight of grief hung heavy in the air as my mother and I sat listening to my father's words. His story was supposed to be a distraction, a way to ease our minds, but instead it opened up old wounds and brought fresh tears to our eyes. The pain of losing my brother was still so raw, so real, that it felt as if he had only just left us.

My mother's sobs wracked her body as she uttered the words that no child wants to hear from their parents. "I'm tired," she said, "I want to die too." My father moved quickly to hold her, to comfort her, to keep her from slipping further into despair. His words were soothing, but I could see the fear in his eyes. Fear that he would lose her too, that the grief would swallow her up completely.

Days later, as I sat alone with my thoughts, the memories of my brother flooded my mind. All the plans we had made, all the dreams we had shared, now felt like a cruel joke. And then, as if from a different world entirely, my father's words about Alpha Dakota reached my ears.

But I couldn't care less about his words at that moment. All I could think about was my own plans for revenge, my own cold war against the man who had taken my brother from me. The pain of my loss had driven me to a place of dark determination, where nothing mattered but the need for justice. And I knew that nothing would stop me from getting it.

The news of Alpha Dakota's cook's untimely death reached us, shrouding the air with an eerie silence. As the days passed by, my thoughts couldn't help but stray towards the enigmatic Alpha Dakota, and the possibilities that lay ahead. It was then that I saw an opportunity, a chance to apply for the coveted position of personal cook for Alpha Dakota, despite the whispers and rumours that surrounded the tragedy.

As I submitted my application, a nagging feeling gnawed at the back of my mind, questioning the true nature of Alpha Dakota and the circumstances surrounding the cook's death. But my determination to secure the position was unshakable.