Betrayed And Rejected by My Alpha Mate

CHAPTER 3: Battling with Myself

Those cruel words, with vicious and precise throwing of daggers, hung heavily in the air. My father's voice, usually a thunderous roar of patriarchal rule, is now an unpleasant hissing sound filled with clear disgust, feeling like a physical blow.

“A complete failure!” He spat every syllable like an aimed arrow. “You're embarrassing our pack Sophia,”

I stood in place, a statue in severe pain. The familiar pain of rejection, an unchanging partner, is overshadowed by this fresh, burning pain.

Being rejected by a so-called lover was one thing, but what about being rejected by my own father? Alpha of Blood, my so-called protector, my guiding light? His gaze was pure, pure contempt, a vicious snake like stare.

“You can't even win his favor,” he sneered, his voice filled with deep disappointment, almost swallowing me whole. “Three painful years, Sophia! Three years of poor, awkward pursuit! You chased him like a lovesick, poor little wolf! The other wolves... they laughed at you, “

My inner wolf, a wild beast, moved and let out a deep roar from its throat.

“Counterattack!” She urged, her inner voice a roaring challenge. “Tell him he's wrong. Tell him…”

“When I needed you, you abandoned me,” I said sternly, echoing in my skull, desperately trying to calm my inner turmoil. I couldn't stand her voice now, her own pain reflected my own pain. “Just... shut up!”

Surprisingly, she obeyed. The roar subsided, replaced by a heavy, defeated silence. This was an empty small victory. Even my fierce and steadfast companion, my wolf, had abandoned me.

Under the heavy pressure of his accusations, I suffered a mental breakdown and fled his presence, struggling to move forward in shame and despair with every step.

Finally, I stumbled back to my small cabin, its narrow loneliness feeling more like a suffocating prison than a shelter. I didn't bother to turn on the lights. I just collapsed on the porch steps, hands covering my face, and his judgment completely crushed me.

Finally, I returned to my humble abode, where my secluded haven felt less like a shelter and more like a suffocating, judgmental prison. I didn't bother to turn the switch. I just collapsed on the steps of the porch, my face buried in trembling hands.

I heard footsteps - slow and hesitant, like a timid rabbit approaching a predator. I didn't raise my gaze; I lack the energy to face anyone, it's a tiring and exhausting thing.

“What game are you playing?” I murmured to myself, my voice thick and sharp, which proved my uncontrollable anger. I long for solitude, a selfish desire to immerse myself in pain without interference.

But those persistent steps did not retreat, but directly stopped in front of me, a ghostly existence. A familiar aroma enveloped me - earthy, calm, but subtly mixed with an elusive and enticing sense of mystery.

Slowly, I lifted my head and my movements were painfully slow.

Elijah.

He stood there, with a deep and painful worry engraved on his face, his eyes staring deeply at me, a strong feeling of a dagger piercing through my heart. He seemed to be about to speak, but the words seemed trapped and choked up in his throat.

Then, the anger brewing within me - towards my abusive father, the unfaithful Justin, and the entire heartless world - finally erupted and shattered into a million irreparable fragments. The primitive and painful pain still exists, a huge wound.

Tears flowed down my face, a silent and unstoppable torrent. My shoulders trembled, torn apart by a heart wrenching sob. I'm exhausted. Tired of the disguise of power, tired of the disguise of happiness, deeply tired of the piercing and ruthless loneliness.

Elijah didn't hesitate, a knight in shining armor. He knelt in front of me, his hands hovering, a hesitant angel, and then gently landed on my arm. His touch, a comforting warmth, contrasts sharply with my eternal coldness.

He had empty comforts. He just held me, his presence was a firm anchor in my emotional storm. For the first time in an era, I felt something other than complete desolation.

The tears finally receded, leaving me weak and trembling. I smelled it and wiped my face with the back of my hand, causing a blush on my neck. I... I'm sorry, "I murmured to myself, avoiding his gaze, a shy and awkward little deer. I didn't mean to

“You" he murmured, with a clear and comforting tone in his voice. He gently lifted my chin and forced me to look into his eyes.

“There's nothing to apologize for. Sophia, you've endured hell on earth. Crying is your right, your privilege,”

His simple words, like a blessed ointment, crossed through the fortress I had built around my soul. He saw me. He really saw me - not a rejected partner, not a shameful offspring, but me.

I took a shaky breath, my lungs filled with... something. Not happy, not entirely. But perhaps... Perhaps it's hope,

I awakened the fragile courage from deep within and managed to squeeze out a hesitant smile. Thank you, Elijah

He smiled like me, with a warm and sincere expression, squinting his eyes, proving his sincerity. “You can do it anytime, Sofia.”

The subsequent silence was not awkward; This is a silent agreement, a shared moment deeply connected amidst turbulence.

I awakened a fragile and trembling courage from deep within. A pitiful and weak smile flashed across my face.

“Thank you, Elijah," I murmured.

His smile reflects my smile, a warm and genuine smile. It illuminated his eyes and left cute wrinkles in the corner.

The silence that followed was not awkward; It buzzed with an unspoken understanding, with a sacred connection amidst the chaos around it. I desperately want to taste it and extend this precious sense of companionship to the limit. This pleasant feeling of not being completely abandoned

“Do you want to come in with me?” I gasped for breath, barely hearing the question. My usually quiet inner wolf, the furry guardian of my soul, suddenly let out a sad, tiny howl in my mind.

“No,” she yelled in a pitiful little squea

k in the depths of my consciousness.

‘You have made a huge mistake!”