His Breeder His Mate

Susan's POV I was having trouble breathing. The words he had just said to me echoed in my mind like a twisted tune. Victor had looked me in the eye as his hand wrapped around Harriet's waist. “You are cursed, Susan. You are even wolf-less.” It seemed as if he wasn't the one who had just professed his love to me yesterday, because now, his voice was icy and hollow. A thousand sharp fragments, each more painful than the last, seemed to have broken my heart. The whole group at his birthday party laughed. “V-Victor.” I stuttered as tears filled my eyes and ran down in rivulets. My mind was blank, and I didn't know what to think . “You said you loved me.” The hall burst into laughter. “You are supposed to be my mate.” “No,” he said immediately, cutting me off. “I never loved you, just using you to pass time. I can't be mates to someone as useless as you are.” I almost stopped breathing as my world felt like it had crumbled before me. I stared at Harriet who placed her head on his shoulder and before my very eyes they both shared a hot passionate kiss and I felt like dying. As they exchanged glances and pointed to me. I could hear their sardonic whispers and mocking giggles. Their amused expressions as if everything were a joke to them. I felt humiliated and my chest tightened. Even though my so-called friends and pack members were all around me I still felt alone in a room full of people who hated me. The packs cursed omega, like I was called. I wanted to scream, to insist that he give an explanation. But I couldn't. My voice felt stuck in my throat and my heavy, unyielding legs wouldn't budge. I knew my face was wet and as someone looked up at my face, I knew I was crying. I turned and ran out of the hall. Every beat of my heart served as a reminder of how broken I felt. I heard footsteps behind me, but I was afraid to turn around. The dress that I had spent hours choosing and that I hoped would make me feel beautiful tonight came apart all of a sudden. After a sudden sharp tug at the hem revealed a ragged rip in the fabric. Someone had stepped on my dress on purpose. Amber, a friend of my step-sister, stood there with a sly twinkle in her eyes. “ Do you think you're special?” Amber asked. Her tone was poisonous. ”You're a curse, nothing more. You are a disgrace. I'm glad Victor didn't chose you as his mate.” Her words were cruel and the others laughed after her. I wanted to vanish, to become buried in the ground. I swallowed hard as Amber moved forward, ready to scream at me again to make me look even worse. She raised her hand to slap me as a deep voice boomer before she or anyone would do anything. “Leave her alone.” I froze. All of us froze. The voice calmed my jangled nerves with a rich melody that was both commanding and smooth. When my heart skipped, a beat, I looked in the direction of the voice. A man stood there, impossibly handsome, tall and dark. I felt small in comparison to him, his sharp features and the way his eyes glowed with something strong and enigmatic. Even from where I stood I could sense his magnetic presence. I wondered where he had come from. Amber eyed him and froze, her sneer wavering. She retreated and demanded “Who are you?” He said nothing, he kept his eyes on me. I felt butterflies in my stomach because of the way he stared at me. His eyes spoke for him; he didn't say anything else. The weight of his silent order was heavy in the air and I could feel the tension. With no idea what to do, Amber looked around. Now that their power to bully me had vanished, the other girls were silent. The man remained still and didn't say anything else. Then they left. My heart continued to race as I stood there in shock. Even though I hadn't heard anything from the man, I felt a slight release of tension in my body. His eyes were like a tender touch, calming the bitterness that the harsh rejection and laughter had left behind. “ Thank you,” I said in a barely audible whisper. I kind of thought he would say something now. But he didn't. With those intense unreadable eyes, he simply stood there and watched me. He turned and left without saying anything else. He got into a sleek black car packed by the side of the road, something that I had even kissed. I watched him drive off while my mind raced with confusion. Even though I didn't know his name, there was something about him and the way he carried himself that made my chest tighten. But the way he left was just too rude. Who was he, and why had he stepped in when no one else had? His presence was so chilling. I was powerless to stop myself from thinking about him. This man, this stranger, had saved me in a way I never would have imagined after Victor had rejected me. Had he been watching Amber and her friends just waiting for when to step out? Why hasn't he said anything? I remembered how beautiful his eyes were, his handsome features and I felt like running to him and asked him about his name. “Don't be silly, Susan.” I muttered to myself as I stared at my ripped dress. I had spent endless hours stitching this up hoping that Victor would love my dress because he said he loved the color blue, but then he rejected me and chose my step sister over me. It hurt so much because Victor had told all who cared to listen at school, at the grand hall where meetings were held for the pack, that he loved me more than anything else, and I would be his mate. But now things had changed, and I knew that the next few days to come would be worse. The mockery and insults would increase, and I would think of committing suicide. As I trudged home, I still remembered his face and I knew I might never see him again, but I wished he was my mate.