Alpha's Rejection is My Breakthrough

Chapter 4

Yuna POV

He launched toward me, gripping my hair in his fist as he dragged me toward the pantry.

I was still on my knees. Too weak to resist. I couldn't balance myself or fight back. I fell into the pantry and the door slammed shut in my face.

Pain rushed back into my body as the darkness swallowed me whole. Trapped in this suffocating space, I relived every nightmare.

Every harsh treatment from childhood to the horrors of the previous night. It was all too much. And I lifted my head in despair, questioning the moon goddess.

Where were you when your alphas tore apart my dignity and self-esteem? I whispered, tears spilling silently down my face.

Where were you when I walked home with clothes barely covering my body?

Do you only care about alphas, gammas, and betas? What about omegas? Why did you create us if you never intended for your royals to accept us into their packs?

I hiccuped, covering my face with my hands as sobs racked my body.

Shaking my head, I uncovered my face and muttered, I will never forgive you for not coming to my rescue.

If you can't save me, you have no right to decide anything for me. I swear I will defy you at every turn. And I promise you, I will not accept the mate you have chosen for me, and I will punish your elements.

I broke down again, the weight of it all crashing over me.

I had begged the goddess for a mate who could take me away from this toxic pack and its cruel people. She never listened.

Instead, she cursed me with these pheromones that made me a target.

I had only just dozed off when the door creaked open, jolting me awake. I quickly held my breath and straightened my posture.

Only to find my stepmother standing before me with a tray of food. The pantry was so cramped that only one person could sit in it.

She knelt down and placed the tray on the floor. Her head turned to the side.

Eat, or else you'll starve to death, she said, her voice carrying an unexpected hint of care.

But she didn't linger. She left, swiftly slamming the door shut behind her.

The darkness returned, but the small candle on the tray provided some light. I had just grabbed the loaf of bread when the door opened again.

This time with more secrecy. Yuna, oh my goddess, are you okay?

It was Fannie, my 14 year old stepsister. Unlike Sullivan and Larissa, we had a strong bond.

Though her mother didn't allow her to spend much time with me, Fannie always found ways to be around.

I heard what happened. I don't know how to ease your pain, but

She stammered, reaching out to take the tray from me. Her action was unexpected. I thought she would be happy that at least I had food.

My lips were so dry. I couldn't ask her why she had taken the food, but she began speaking before I could.

Dad went to Alpha Alphadias to talk about you. His son, Alpha Alton, denied ever dating or having feelings for you.

He claimed you are lying. She whispered softly, lowering her head. I wasn't surprised. I had expected this. The man who failed to defend me last night wouldn't admit to our relationship.

His father was furious. He said you must have wanted the attention of the alphas too.And that you brought this upon yourself. Fannie said, her eyes filled with guilt and sadness.

It's not

True. I whimpered. I know I believe you, Yuna, but everyone else is siding with AlphaDia, and he offered Dad a large sum to get rid of you.

She said, her words making my heart stop.

Alpha Diaz must have known there's some truth to your accusations. He wants you gone before his son's official crowning.

Yuna, this home is no longer safe for you. She spoke urgently, her voice trembling with fear.

I've packed a bag for you. She added, you need to run, because if Dad finds you in this pantry by morning, you're dead.

With this in your hands, every word sent a fresh wave of chills down my spine.

Come on, we don't have much time. Everyone's asleep, and they're expecting to wake up to find you dead.

Her grip tightened around my hand as she pulled me out of the pantry. It's dark. This is your chance to run.

She pressed a dress into my hands. Put this on over your clothes. Quickly.

But where would I go? I don't know any other place. I pleaded, realizing I was begging a child who was doing her best to keep me alive.

Go to the woods. Your biological mother is in the rogue community. You will find her. If you head toward the Great Mountains, just please go. These people will Kill you, Fannie insisted, her desperation clear. I quickly donned the dress, grabbed my bag, and followed her instructions.