Aria's POV
A worthless omega, that's all I can ever be.
My “loving” mate is at it again, making love to his Alicia. I wish he will just reject me and leave me be.
My entire torso feels like multiple knives are stuck inside. Unfortunately, this made me hunch over and spill Tania, a pack warrior's smoothie from the kitchen island.
The entire kitchen is silent, even the drop of a needle could be heard. The legs of her chair scrape the floor and the clicking sounds of heels approach me. My heart is beating hard against my chest, “foolish, foolish, Aria”, is all I can think, just before I felt her hateful gaze.
“You ruined my drink, wench”, she spits in my face.
I try to raise my head and mutter an apology, but nothing comes out but heavy pants from my lips.
“You won't apologize?”, slap, “useless”, kick, “worthless omega”, stump. The sharp edge of her heel wound into my barely clothed skin.
Blood and sweat trickled down my wounded body, I can barely feel the pain she's inflicting. The betrayal of a mate hurts much more.
The stumps stop coming and she sports a smirk, looking down at me. “I wish I had more time to teach you a lesson, but I have to look my best for the bonfire tonight”, she said, taking a turn and skipping away as if nothing ever happened.
The conversations in the kitchen start again. I drag my battered lanky frame to sit against a kitchen cabinet.
Heavy footsteps can be heard approaching from the staircase, and the musky smell of my mate mixed with lavender and pine filled my nostrils. Alpha Omari walks in without a shirt and jeans that hang low on his waist.
My eyes drink in his form, even though he hurt me he is still my mate.
His amber eyes glance at me, turning cold, “Pathetic, just take a look at yourself”, he said to me, his lips contorted in a grimace.
“And you thought I'd ever pick you over Licia, such a joke”, he adds.
He takes long strides into the kitchen and picks a plate, heading back upstairs.
He paused right by the staircase, tilting his head to the side.
“Make sure you're at the bonfire tonight, I'm making an important announcement”, he ordered.
“Babe”, Alicia calls out whining from upstairs, “You're taking too much time, who are you talking to?”
“No one important”, he answers, “I'm coming right up, love”, hurrying upstairs.
I lift myself weakly, dragging my feet out of the pack house to the tiny hut allocated to me. My wolf has been silent since when our mate ignored the bond and betrayed us.
***
I stare at my reflection through the broken mirror, in my room. My eyes are swollen and red from crying. My dress has visible holes and is faded. The only thing I love about myself are my vibrant hazel eyes.
“Come on, Aria, it's now or never”, I whisper to myself, doing that a lot since all I got from others are harsh words and insults.
Slipping on my worn-out sandals, I take off towards the pack house following the peculiar scent of my mate. I want to try one last time.
I have rehearsed this scene one too many times before now, with my mind drifting afar, I bump into a hard chest, sending sparks through my skin and I fall rather clumsily.
“Watch where you're going, mutt”, Alpha Omari let out a growl.
I whimper faintly in response, “I'm sorry for bumping into you, Alpha.”
“Can we have a word, please Omari”, his eyes darken.
A shiver rolls down my spine “S…sorry, Alpha Omari”, I stammer timidly.
“Make it quick, I have important places to be and people to be with.” The glint in his eyes shows he enjoys how it hurts me when he mentions her.