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Trigger warning; Violence. Readers discretion is advised. Enjoy. *** "Come back here, Natasha!" I heard Matteo yell, but I didn't dare stop. The sun burned my skin. My chest squeezed as I ran. I couldn't see ahead of me due to the tears flooding from my eyes. But I didn't care. It doesn't matter. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks as soon as I reached the main road. The idea of throwing myself towards the coming cars was still there. And I was itching to do it. To throw myself at them and end this miserable life of mine. Somehow, nonetheless, I couldn't move. I stood rooted behind the tall trees and dirtied ground. Now that I wasn't running anymore, I felt pain in my feet. I've got cuts all over them from running barefoot. But that was the least of my worries. I was in pain, so much pain that I felt as though my heart would burst at any moment. It was unbearable. So unbearable that I slumped to the ground and clutched onto my chest through my pink top. I hated this. I hated that I was the only one suffering. "Let's die and end this pain, Erin," I whispered. "We can't feel it if we don't live. After all, no one wants us. Not even our mate." I sniffed, unable to stop the tears. Erin didn't reply. It was as though she had lost it all. I stared blankly at the racing cars, the idea of jumping off one and having it squash me intensifies with each passing second. I stood up, determined to end my excuse of a life. However, as I took a step closer to the road, a thought crossed my mind. Why do I have to die? Why should I continuously suffer? Why am I the lone one? The most hated? There were lots of omegas back in the pack, but no one was treated the way I'm being treated. I was the only loner. And why? Simply because I had a two-colored wolf that was rumored to bring forth destruction to its pack? But I've never even harmed a tiny fly. Why should I be treated this way simply because of a myth that had existed for ages? No. Death is not an option. Death shouldn't be an option for me. Instead, I should find a way to leave this pack. With my newfound strength, I wiped the tears on my face and straightened up. First, I can't survive without money. I need money to escape without any issues. Which means I have to go back to the packhouse. I have to endure a few days while I carefully plan my escape. That, and accepting Matteo's rejection. Another pain settled in my chest, but with my newfound determination to survive this no matter what happens, I ignored it. "Erin, I am going to fight for us. We can't die just like that. Let's fight." Still nothing. Erin didn't reply, neither did I feel her presence. I begin to walk back to the packhouse, leaving behind my thought of suicide. "My, my. If this isn't the pack's cursed omega," a lazy voice drawled behind me. I halted in my tracks, a wave of fear and disgust washing over me. 'Moon goddess, not again. Please.' I whimpered quietly. "I've been looking all around for you. What are you doing here?" Alex, the delta of the pack continued as he stopped before me. I dropped my gaze and refused to meet his eyes. "Speak up, you b.itch!" he snapped, pulling my hair. It didn't matter to him that I looked dirty and scared. He never really cared after all. Just like the rest. "I...I..." "I heard from Camila yesterday that she's good at giving a perfect blow job. Maybe you can have her suck you off since I hate doing that," his girlfriend, whom I didn't know if she was his mate or not, spoke as she stopped beside him. "I don't want her filthy mouth on my body. Especially not on my most cherished part. Would you allow me to take you after she had her lips around it?" He caught my mouth between his fingers and squeezed. Tears pooled at the edge of my eyes. I just need to get through this. Ignore more of the abuse until I've stolen some money and then I can leave. I can do this. I can endure it. I have to. "Pssst. I was joking. Who would want to associate with her? I was trying to see if you'd be tempted to take her," Martha replied. "What are you doing out here?" Alex pressed on. "I...was..." I couldn't form the words. He was pressing so hard on my lips. "Get back to the packhouse now before I break you into pieces. Stupid cursed wolf." He threw me to the ground, and I winced as I hit my back so hard. I'm sure I'll have a bruise there soon. "Make sure to clean our room before we get back." "Ye...yes," I replied as I scrambled to my feet. This is nothing. I can endure it all. ** "I told you not to leave," slap on my right cheek. "I told you to come back," another slap, this time on my left. "You dare disobey me? Have I been too lenient on you?" This time around, Matteo hit me on my lips, causing them to split. "Look at me!" he snarled, pulling my hair harder than Alex had done in the afternoon. I saw the rage in his eyes, the pure hatred he feels towards me. It broke my heart even more. Why can't I be loved like everyone else? "I think she thought being your mate allows her to do anything she wants. Isn't that obvious?" Camila said from where she sat on the couch, her legs crossed together. "She wanted to test what you can do to her as her mate," she blew on her long red painted nails. "She got it wrong," he slapped me again. "I already rejected her." "You did?" Camila inquired, the joy in her voice evident. "She just needs to complete it. But not yet. Since she disobeyed me, I'm going to punish her for that first," he seethed, letting go of me and he began unbuckling his trousers. Not again. Twice on the same day? "Come to me, Baby," Camila purred. "Come have a taste of this," she patted at her lips seductively as she beckoned him to come. I closed my eyes to avoid looking, but that didn't help. The sounds of Camila's fake moans soon filled the room. This was just the start. Just a kiss. "Strip," Matteo commanded as he picked Camila up. "Not just the top. You are going to strip off completely today, you b.itch." Yes. He always asks me to take off while he forces me to watch them. Not that he does anything with me, but he always insists that I do so before he ties me. The only exception I had was this morning. I started by pulling off the pink top I still wore. Ever since I returned, I had been busy attending to the demands of everyone. I am like a slave to every one of them. "What are you waiting for? Take off your pants!" Matteo thundered, walking up towards me and forcefully yanking at the pants, which were the only clothing I had left, leaving me completely naked before them for the very first time. "You look ugly. And there's just too much fat on your body," Matteo said. He pulled down his eyebrows, his lips curling up in disgust. "What do you need all this fat for?" He pinched the n****e of my right breast so hard that I winced. "Wh...y...why do...you...keep...doin...g...this?" I hiccuped. "You mean you don't know? How many times do I have to tell you that? You think I want an oversized piece of garbage as a mate?" He scoffed. "Come here, Baby," he beckoned to Camila, who stood stark naked behind him. "Just look at how perfect she is." He twirled her in front of me. "No excess fat anywhere. No flaws on her perfect body. She looks perfect. Petite and perfect. Unlike the disgusting sack you call the body of yours." He said the last part with as much disgust and hatred towards me as anyone could muster. "She looks like an oversized bag of rice," Camila giggled. I stared down at my body, unable to bring myself to cover my bare breast because that would only earn me more beatings. And I've had enough of them for today. It is true. I have so many unwanted fats. While my stomach was flat since I hardly eat, I had large breasts, which were never a problem to me, at least, not until Matteo had pointed that out today. "Turn around," Matteo hissed. I did that quickly. A sharp wince escaped my lips when I felt pain on my buttocks. "What are these? One would have thought that your a.ss would be as big as your breast! It is no wonder that you look so out of shape. Your a.ss is flat." He smacked me again, and tears pricked my eyes. But I didn't dare let them fall. "They aren't that flat, Baby. They are perfectly round and okay. But because her thighs are too fat, it makes her a.ss look even worse." "She can never be as perfect as you are," Matteo mumbled, and I heard the sound of a kiss. I squeezed my eyes shut. I can do this. I can endure this. I just need to get the money while cleaning his room tomorrow and I will be on my way. 'Erin, talk to me please,' I pleaded. Yet there was nothing but silence. "Turn around," his hard voice brought me back to my senses, and I turned around to face them, overly conscious of my body. "Your face was hard enough to look at. I had thought you look better underneath but you are even worse. Big breasts that are almost sagged," he paused and turned to look at Camila. "Don't they look saggy to you, Baby?" "I think they do. Who knows? Maybe she has someone sucking them when she's alone?" "No...N..." "Shut up!" Matteo pushed and I fell onto the hard marbled floor, hitting the same place I hit when Alex shoved me that afternoon. "I told you never to speak without being asked to," he added. "I...I...I..." "Come here," he yanked me to my feet, then put back his trousers and signaled for Camila to do the same. "I'll show you just what happens to b.itches like you," he growled, pulling me towards the steps. "Oh, this is going to be an interesting show," Camila clapped her hands from behind us. We descended the winding stairs, my heart thudding so loud that I was scared it would rip my chest. "St..op...this, please. It's...no fault...of mine...that I became...your mate," I stuttered. "It is your fault. And it looked as though you didn't want to accept the rejection. I'll force you to do that." "I...I accept it..." I mumbled, seeing that we'd already descended the stairs and were already in the dining room. Most of the pack members were still having dinner there, and so, the dining area was already packed. Matteo shoved me towards them, causing most of them to turn and stare at us. "Is any of you having fun with this b.itch?" he asked. "With those saggy breasts?" Caine snickered. He's the beta of the pack. "Not even if she sprawled her legs wide before me," he added. "Neither do I," Alex spoke from his seat. "She's too... remind me the perfect word, Martha," "Too shabby? Plain? Ugly?" "Yes. All of the above." "I thought it was odd that they have already sagged, so I wanted to ask," Matteo said. "I did hear that she gives blowjob to someone though," Alex smiled lazily. "Not sure who that is, but I wonder who the pig that allows such a mouth around his pride is," he added, his voice taunting. I was kicked so hard from behind, and I needed no miracle to know it was Matteo. "Come here, you fool!" he snarled, pulling me towards the room by the side of the dining room and closing it loudly behind us. He was boiling with rage. "What did you do?" he growled, shaking me. "What did you do?!" "Nothing! I did nothing. I did nothing.” "Then who is Alex talking about? Do you go around with other men from this pack?” "I swear to you I didn't do anything. If I had, I’m sure you would’ve felt the exact same pain you inflict on me every time you do so,” I cried. His rage died down a bit, but the hatred was still in his eyes. "Listen to me, Natasha, if I hear a single word, a single word of you and me being mates from anyone, I'm going to kill you. I promise you that!" "I...I..." "Now, I'm going to reject you again and you better accept it so we get done with this." I could only nod. "I, Alpha Matteo Gabriel, reject Natasha Gladys as my luna and mate." The pain was worse than the first, and I nearly doubled over. 'Severe the bond, Natasha. Do it,' Erin finally spoke. "I, Natasha Gladys, accept your rejection." And then, as though I had never felt anything before, the pain instantly subsided. I was free. Now, I just need to get money and I'll leave this pack for good!
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