Rejected By You, Desired By Him

Amber’s P.O.V.

“You are still too young, Amber. You will not even get your wolf before your next birthday. The wait is too long for me. Try to understand my dilemma, and accept the rejection.” He roared at me, painting himself as a victim, while I just stared at him with half-opened eyes; pain in my whole body, especially in my chest, was killing me.

“Accept the rejection, Amber. You will get a second chance, but I need a mate right now.” He roared at me again, extending his claws in the process, ready to strike me at any time.

I tried to speak, but blood gushed out of my mouth instead of any voice.

He scowled darkly, looking at me with disgust. “How can you be so weak when you are beta-blood? My decision is right. A weak wolf like you can’t be my mate.” He spat, but it only made me feel worse and dying.

Suddenly he stiffened and immediately looked around anxiously. “Accept the rejection, Amber, or else I will have no choice but to kill you.” He yelled anxiously, frantic by something that was coming to us.

“I….a….c….cept y…our r..ejection.” I could utter this much before I vomited blood again.

He didn’t even glance at me. He just grabbed his chest, groaning in pain, but ran away.

I wasn’t breathing because of the pain in my chest. My vision was blurred, and I couldn’t even smell anything.

Still, I heard so many thuds on the ground. Someone was coming, but who????

I opened my eyes again when the alarm almost burst my eardrums. I shot up and looked around frantically before registering my surroundings.

I was in my room.

Another nightmare of that day…

I sighed and closed my alarm first. I hid my face inside my palms and took a deep breath, closing my eyes.

Five years….. five years had gone….

I was still alive, but not in the way I should have been.

He not only rejected me but also snatched my chance to have a normal life.

I hated him from the bottom of my heart. I wished him dead every morning and slept with a disappointment every night for the past five years.

I rubbed my face for a few seconds before removing my hands from my face and got off the bed.

New day but same people, same taunts, same disgust in their gazes, testing my patience all day.

I should have left this pack long ago, but I am still here because of my brothers and my parents.

They didn’t know a thing about what happened to me back then. All they knew was that I was wandering in the woods just like I always did when rogues attacked me.

They said that it was my wolf that saved me and died instead of me, but the pack painted me as a cursed child.

I wanted to tell them exactly what happened to me, but I couldn’t.

Because they ensured I didn’t utter a single word about the rejection or about the person who is responsible for my misery, but I guess I meant nothing to those people.

But I meant a lot to my family. It was their support and patience with me that I was not only still alive but also standing on my feet.

Despite all the discouragement and contemplation that I received from other pack members, I didn’t give up, and now I was there where I once wanted to see myself.

The only difference was that it still felt hollow and incomplete.

I went straight to the washroom, finished my routine monotonously, and walked back to my cupboard to get clothes for training.

Let’s begin the day…..

After two hours:-

“What is it, huh? Can’t fight anymore?” Carl, my opponent, taunted me and punched me in the ribs hard again before standing up.

I winced hard; the cracking sound of my ribs hit my eardrums, but Carl’s mocking and sinister laughter suppressed it. I was now lying on my stomach, holding my chest, trying to ease my pain.

But the pain of humiliation was more than the physical pain. It had become a daily routine, but I never spoke a word about this to everyone because it wasn’t just a challenge or spar.

It was a test of what I learned and how I can put them back in their places every day.

Over the years, I endured this humiliation and disdain without saying a thing in protest but continued improving myself to prove that I can be the best without my wolf.

In our world, a wolf without his or her animal is an abomination, a curse, and my present condition fits me into this category, making me a common topic of gossip and mocking laughter.

“Hey, wolfless! What happened to your fighting skills? Come on! Show some moves, baby.” Someone hooted, mocking me, but it only fuelled my desire to make Carl beg for mercy, snapping me out of my daze.

I spat the blood on the ground and slowly moved my head towards Carl, who was still kicking me hard from time to time. His bloodthirst was evident in his gaze, his face twisted in madness.

Other warriors had surrounded us and were cheering for Carl, taking pleasure in my misery and pain.

Their sinister desire to see me in tears is not new to me, but just like other days, I was adamant to make all of them see what a wolf-less girl like me can do to them.

Under the influence of their encouragement, Carl started hitting me like a maniac, but I didn’t give him a chance to hit me again after I took the second kick.

I grabbed his ankle, and with a swift force and a full swing of my hands, I threw him away from me. Everyone went silent when Carl screamed and fell to the ground on his butt.

I didn’t give him a chance to stand up. Ignoring the excruciating pain all over my body, I pressed my palm on the ground, flipped my body, and changed the direction midair before landing straight at the top of Carl.

I punched his chest hard before strangling him, pressing my knees on either side of his waist, trapping him inside the tight grip of my thighs.

Before he could even scream, I raised my fist high before crashing it with my full strength on his face, targeting his nose.

“AAahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He screamed in pain, but I didn’t let him scream again.

The second punch hit the base of his neck, blocking all his voice inside his throat. His face immediately turned pale in pain, all the veins popping out of his skin on his face.

Usually, I am a rational person, and before today, I always left them a little injured, but today???

They shouldn’t have provoked me today.

They knew what day it was, and yet they dared to provoke me, mentioning the absence of my wolf from time to time during the spar.

All the resentment and bottled-up frustration crushed my rationality.

Because today was the day when my wolf died back then.