Chapter 2: In my next life

**Alexandra**

I stared in shock, my eyes darting from my godfather to my godmother to Sarah, wondering if I had heard wrong.

“Reject him” he repeated again as if sensing I was having a hard time believing what he said.

“No!” I bellowed, startling them and taking a step back.

“What did you say, you twat?” he advanced towards me, his voice menacing.

“I can't reject him. He's my mate and he accepts me.”

Punch!

My vision blurred momentarily as I stumbled back aware of the splinting pain that ran through my head.

“I won't, I won't,” I murmured, curling my body to a fetal position as blows rained down on every part of my body.

This was my reality. I was a fool for ever believing they would let me be happy with my mate or let go of me so easily.

I clamped my mouth shut tightly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream.

“You will reject Dylan as your mate. How dare you weak, pitiful creature dare dream of claiming the alpha when Sarah hasn't found her mate?

You're not fit to even dream of standing next to the future Alpha of the pack” He thundered, landing more blows on my feeble body, each heavier than the last.

Sarah. So this was because of her. She didn't speak up or hold her father back like she does each time he beats me.

My lips spread in a pitiful smile. I was really delusional thinking they'll let me be happy while their daughter is miserable.

“S-arah,” I choked up, coughing up a mouthful of blood. “I'm sorry- please don't make me reject him.”

I crawled towards her, leaving a trail of blood in my wake and clutched her ankle.

“Please Sarah,” I whimper desperately.

Her face twisted into a scowl, her eyes filled with disgust as she kicked my hands off looking nothing like the same person who woke me up with a birthday cake that morning.

My godmother grasped a full length of my hair tightly and yanked it hard making a scream escape my lips before I could stop it, pain similar to being struck by electricity, spread from my hair strands to my toes.

“Get up, you swine, we are heading to the palace to meet the Luna.” She barked.

Dylan's mother? Why?

My mind raced wildly. What could they possibly want to see her for?

I hope Dylan has been able to tell his parents and they also accept me.

I took in the magnificent view of the palace as we walked in, creeping vines and colorful flowers decorated the paths leading to the entrance.

My vision blurred as I struggled to push forward ignoring the pain coursing through my veins.

My stomach growled loudly, a Alexnder I haven't had anything to eat today.

“We are here to see the Luna.” My godfather announced to the guards stationed outside the palace.

We were led into a well lit drawing room, with a magnificent piano by one side and a large shelf chuck full with books.

“Luna,” he spoke, his voice gentle and holding a reverence I was surprised to hear from him.

“My maid is mated to your son, Dylan and I'm here to tell you that he needs to reject her.”

“What?” I gasp out, not minding I was in the presence of the Luna of our pack.

He continued ignoring my outburst. “As you can see, she is an omega, wolf-less, weak and unfortunate and would definitely spell bad luck for your son.”

I couldn't believe my parents trusted friends was cutting off the last lifeline I had to be happy.

Tears gushed from my eyes, wetting my dirty face and giving me an ugly appearance. I waited for the Luna to speak up, hoping she was as good as they portrayed her to be.

“When my son said he had found his mate, I assumed she was a lady that matches his strength, and also fit to rule but this..” she sucked her teeth and looked at me like a dirty piece of gum stuck to her shoe

“I hear you have a daughter who's pretty and strong. I'm sure she'll be a good mate for my son.” She said, addressing my godfather who had a wide smile on his lips.

“Yes she is.”

“Then I'd be more than happy to introduce them together. Omega, you are to meet Dylan and reject him before the end of the day.” She announced and exited the room.

My hands gripped the helm of my dress tightly and I stared unblinkingly at the floor, letting my tears flow free. What was I expecting?

Happiness? Maybe in my next life.

***

I sat in my dimly lit room for the next two days, deprived of food, my eyes fixed at a corner and barely noticed Sarah enter my bedroom and take a seat at the foot of the bed.

“Here.” She said, handing me an envelope.

“I'm sorry for telling mom and dad.

I'm not interested in Dylan. I will wait for my mate.”

I stare at her, my eyes blank, unable to summon anger nor joy at her words and limply tore open the letter.

It was from Dylan. He heard about what happened and wanted to see me.

I felt my cold heart warming up again and the image of him defying his parents to be with me blossomed in my mind.

I hurried out of the room and walked to the garden where he said he'll be waiting.

The time slowly ticked by. 10mins, 20 mins, 1 hour.

No sign of Dylan.

I paced around , ignoring the jolt of pain each step sent through my bones.

Just when I was about to give up all hope, he appeared. But he wasn't alone. Sarah was with him.

“Alexandra.” He called out, his voice lacking any emotion.

I scoffed at the sight of her. Not interested indeed.

“What are you doing here Sarah?” I asked.

“She's to be my Luna.” Dylan answered, shielding Sarah with his body and gazing at her with a fondness that made my heart ache painfully.

“My mother was right. You are not fit to be the next Luna, your sister is much suited to stand next to me.”

“I reject you Alexandra Rhykhard.” he finished, delivering the last blow to my already shattered heart.

“I accept your rejection, Dylan Lockhart!”