Silverbound: The Omega's Ascension

Breaking Point

Diana's POV

I still couldn't believe my eyes. My heart still ached from the whole ordeal of that night.

The memory haunted me—it felt like I was going to die. The pain of Ryan's rejection was still etched deep in my heart.

I sat in my room. For days, I had refused to see anyone, nor had I eaten anything in the last three days.

All I wanted to do was die. Death felt like the only solution to the shame I felt.

How was I going to go back to school and look at everyone, especially Ava Storm? How was I supposed to face those demon-jesting haters at school?

Pictures of my wolf form in the mirror haunted me.

'What an abomination,' I thought.

"Diana, dear, you can't remain inside forever. You have to come out, please." Mom's voice echoed from behind the door, her voice shaky.

She hadn't seen me for three days. I hadn't even spoken for three days, so they didn't know if I was dead or alive.

"Please, Diana, you have to come out," Dad's voice followed.

"At least say something to us. Let us know you're alive," Mom pleaded.

I remained silent.

'I don't deserve to be your daughter. The only chance I had to change your status, I destroyed by turning into an abomination,' I thought.

Mom's tears broke me, but I couldn't afford to be any form of disgrace to them.

"Look, dear, it's not your fault that you turned into something else. It's not your fault that you are—"

"An abomination," I muttered.

"Please, Diana, you have to come out. You haven't eaten in days," Mom begged.

Honestly, I didn't like that I was making them go through this pain, but what could I do?

I was an abomination. As if that wasn't enough, I had tried to beg my way into becoming Ryan's mate after he chose Ava.

Yes, I was that stupid.

I know that now—I wasn't thinking straight.

After Ryan had chosen Ava, I went down on my knees, holding his leg and begging him to accept me as his mate. I even went ahead and told the whole pack that we were mated, hoping there would be a change, but everyone looked at me like I was an abomination.

Some laughed; others whispered. Ryan had kicked me off like I was some dirty scum, a dangerous leech.

Imagine that scenario and place yourself in my shoes. Would you be able to look your parents in the eyes anymore?

There was no way I would be able to look them in the eye.

Knocks kept coming at my door, but I ignored them.

After a while, there was a brief silence, followed by a hard banging sound on my door. The knocking became fiercer, and then the next thing I heard was a loud thud and a rush of wind on my skin.

I looked to see what was going on. Lo and behold, it was Trisha James—my only best friend.

She had been coming to see me ever since the weekend, but I didn't open the door for her either.

She stops by in the morning before going to school and stops by in the evening before going home.

The last time she came, she had promised me that if I wasn't out, she was going to break down the door.

And yes, she did.

Typical Trisha—never going back on her word.

"What the hell are you still doing, holed up inside here?" she yelled angrily.

Mom rushed in, hugging me tightly like a mother hen who had just found her lost chick.

"I am so glad you're alright," Mom said.

"I'm sorry, Mom!" I muttered through tears.

"Hush now, dear. You don't have to be sorry for anything. We, your parents, are supposed to be the ones apologising to you for failing you."

"No, Mom, you didn't fail me. I was the one who failed you both. I couldn't—"

"Enough of that bullshit, Diana," Trisha butted in.

"Trisha," I called calmly.

She walked swiftly with what looked like wolf speed and grabbed me by the hands. "Mom, I'm sorry, but I have to drag her out to start preparing for school."

"But she hasn't eaten anything in three days," Mom said.

"Prepare the food. She's going to eat it when she's out of the bathroom," Trisha replied.

Trisha dragged me to our bathroom. Of course, she knew where it was—she was my best friend. She knew the ins and outs of my house.

But I didn't know the ins and outs of hers. Her parents never approved of our friendship, but Trisha, being the stubborn, strong-headed girl she was, disobeyed her parents and went ahead to become friends with me anyway.

My home was small. Our bathroom was just beside our kitchen. As soon as we got there, Trisha released her grip, and the next thing I saw were her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

Through tears in her eyes, she said, "I missed you, Diana. Don't you ever do this to yourself again."

I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly too.

She finally released me, urging me to freshen up fast since we were already running late for school.

After a few minutes, I was out. I ate the food Mom had prepared, and then we left for school.

****

At the school gate, I stood with my heart in my mouth.

"Come on, Diana, we have to go in."

"I'm scared," I muttered.

Trisha held my hand. "Don't worry, I'm here with you."

I took a deep breath and walked through the school gates with Trisha beside me. Everything felt different now. Students stopped talking when they saw me, staring and whispering to each other.

My heart was beating so fast as we walked down the hallway. Then I looked up, and there she was—Ava Storm. She was standing by her locker with all her friends around her, looking perfect as always.

Her cold blue eyes met mine, and I could see exactly what she was thinking. There was no kindness there, just satisfaction that she had won and I had lost. All the shame from that night came flooding back, and I wanted to disappear.