Prologue

    "34 district avenue, Franchise estate. This is the house address we found linked to one Valentina Montane, " His beta said as he flung papers containing information about his ex mate over the table to him.

    On the table were 3 photographs of a woman taken from a distance. The woman in this photo was dressed in leather blazers, her blond hair straight and cut short to her shoulders.

    Mikhail peered closely at the pictures displayed in front of him. He remembered his mate to be having silky Raven black hair.

    

    "What do you mean Valentina Montane?" Mikhail asked his beta, Dean.

    Dean looked over the pictures to make sure he wasn't wrong, too.

    "That's all my men and i coud gather, sire, " he said. "It seems she doesn't go by her former name, Laela Mccarthy."

    Mikhail watched the image of the woman he loved to stupor. His one true mate. Something stung in his chest. He couldn't get a clear image of her skin, but he knew she looked different from the woman she was 8 years ago. Now she looked different. She looked undernourished and unkempt.

    

    "Is this all you've got, Dean?" I asked him with gritted teeth, anger sprouting inside me.

    

    "No sire," Dean responded as he set down one last photo on the table. "Apparently, she now works at a restaurant called "The Bella Bistro."

    Mikhail looked over it, and his eyes grew wide. On the photo before him was his mate standing over a sink, one hand wiping at the sweats on her forehead, her hair scattered on top of her head. She looked tired. The image stirred up more anger in him. He was angry, but then sad. He hadn't expected life to turn out this way for her. Now, all he felt was regret. He regretted treating her as bad as he did before rejecting her and sending her away without a blink of an eye. He caused this all.

    

    Angrily, Mikhail flung all the photos away and rose up. "I am going to get her right now." His voice is venomous, the kind that would send shivers running down your spine.

    

    "But what about your wife, Alpha?" Deen asked as he grabbed hold of Mikhail's arm before he could step out of the room.

    

    Mikhail turns a thunderous look at Dean, forcing him to quickly release his arm and look down in fear.

    "I do not care about her." Mikhail lashed out before turning around and walking out. He had been searching for her for the past 4 years and now that he finally found her, he wasn't going to leave without her. He was going to get her back.

    

    "There's something you need to know first, sire..." Dean said urgently as he tried to catch up with Mikhail. 

    

    "There is absolutely nothing that you say now that would change my mind, Dean." Mikhail said as he reached the car and stopped from opening the pilot door to look Dean dead in the eyes. Dean saw all the hate and anger coming from his eyes, and he knew to swallow whatever he had to say.

    

    How could he tell him that as of yesterday, Laela Mccarthy accepted the proposal of Asher Stephens, the Multi billionaire and owner of The Bella Bistro restaurant.

    

    

                 CHAPTER ONE.

                 

       LAELA's P. O. V.

       

       “My pack rejects you.”

       As I stare back into his cloudy, angry eyes, I can’t help but wonder how long he’d let those words poison his mouth before he let the toxicity spread to me.

        He was still inside of me, and I didn’t even have the mental capabilities to process the horrors he wanted for me. So instead, I focus on the way his strong body is held above mine, the way his hands twitch as they try to refrain from touching me again.

        For just a fraction of a second, perhaps, I see something that looks like an act of contrition flash across his too-beautiful face, but when I blink, his face is back to being cold. Emotionless. Unyielding.

        He removes himself from the warmth of my body with a slight moue of distaste, snagging my now-ruined shirt to clean himself off before righting all his un-ruined clothing and reaching for the door. In the span of maybe five breaths, he’s completely composed again, ready to face the rest of his day like this had been a quick stop at the store or something. An errand he had to run before he could go back to his friends at the beach house. 

        

        “You’ll never be good enough for us. You’re too small, too weak. We need someone better. Thanks for…this.”

        Like I had a choice.

        

        I remained still on the bed, tears sliding down the corners of the bed as I watched the white ceiling peering back at me, mocking me

        I had just been rejected by my true mate right after he took my virginity. How could I have been so stupid to think that someone as powerful as Alpha Mikhail would want a weak omega like myself. I was a complete nobody, and i let my fantasies about him get to my head.

        

        No.... this can't be.

        

        I'd met Alpha Mikhail in the most unexpected ways. When we'd first met at his family mansion the night he arrived Rome for a business, the entire room had ignited for us and the mate bond had been so hard to not notice, everyone in the room could smell my heat from across.

        I had just become 18 the day before I met him, and I'd been on heat every since then. I couldn't understand myself. I had never shifted before, and I had crossed the line when I clocked eighteen and didn't shift. I could see the clear disappointment on my uncle's face when he'd found me in his basement room, still in my clothes, in my human form. I'd been mostly disappointed in myself the most.

        

        I didn't understand why I wasn't turning and I had nobody to tell me. My cousin brother and sister would only ever make gest of my inability to shift. My first cousin, Ad, m turned at the age of 16, something he prided about every chance he g, t and his sister, Carol, shifted the night she clocked 18. They really had great expectations from me.

        

        I still felt the sourness between my legs. I'd just let my mate take away my virginity. And I'd enjoyed every bit of it. Not until he rejected me. I decided laying here and crying till somebody barged in and found my naked body wouldn't be the best thing to happen to me after this rejection.

        Slowly picking myself up, I moved out of the blood stained over the bed between my legs. I couldn't care about leaving the evidence of breaking my virginity behind. I leaned over to the floor and picked up my now reaped shirt. I found my jeans thrown to the corner of the room. Mikhail had forced my clothes off in the heat of the moment while he hungrily kissed me, threatening to devour me on the spot. Everything was so right, we were perfect for each other and he made love to me so perfectly. So why..... why did he reject me?

        

        After throwing on my jeans, I managed to wear back my shirt, which was now torn across the chest, exposing my bare chest. 

        

        I walked over to the door and pushed my ear to it, listening. 

        

        I was at Alpha Mikhail's Beach house. He was throwing a party here tonight and he had asked me to come. We'd only met for a week now, and I'd trusted him and let him bring me here only to take away my virginity. How could I have been so stupid. All I did was love him.

        

        I could hear the music blasting loudly from the main floor, voices chattering and laughing. I couldn't stand to be around here any longer. I didn't know how I'd sneak out without getting noticed. 

        

        As I tiptoed down the glass staircase, nobody seemed to notice me as they had their backs turned to me. I could see Him in the middle of the crowd, talking to them and laughing with them. I could only see three women in the room. The rest of them were men. And I lost count of them. They were all gorgeous, well-built, stinking rich men like himself. My heart stung painfully as I watched him talk and laugh with him friends, like he didn't just take away my virginity, rejecting me afterward.

        

        The place was dark, and thanks to the disco Ball revolving around the room, I could see my steps down the glass stairs. Thankfully nobody noticed me as I gently stepped down to the floor, but before I could run for the exit door at the left hand side of the room, I heard Mikhail's stinging voice and I stopped, frozen on spot.

        

        "Laela!" He called loudly. 

        'Just go' a little voice in my head told me, but I remained still. I was having a bad feeling about this, but I listened to my heart and refused to move. Because somehow, I imagined him calling me back right now and telling me he had just said what he said in that room as a prank. That he loved me very much and would love to make me his mate.

        I slowly turned to see him, just when he was beckoning to the Dj at the back. I didn't understand what he was doing until a spotlight struck me. I instantly felt little as I stood there, my dress disoriented, my hands holding tight to the chest area while my shoes dangled from my fingers in front of my chest.

        What was he doing?

        I saw his beautiful lips twist into a smirk. A mocking smirk. And that's when I knew I should have run off when he called my name.

        

        "Everyone!" He called, clapping his hands for attention. The place instantly quieted down. "I want you all to look behind you!" Heads turned to me.

        What was he doing?

        "This woman standing there is Laela Mccarthy!" Mikhail started."She is my supposed mate! And tonight, i had sex with her! And before you ask, she isn't even that good!" Small laughter erupts and died almost instantly. It's almost like a mocking chuckle.

        

        What?....

        

        " How stupid could she possibly be? Huh? To think that i could accept a low-life Omega like her as a mate, a peasant of the lowest rank." Every word he said was like a knife driven into my chest. 

        My vision turns blurry as I watch him from the distance. There's so much energy to him, so much hate in his voice, I could only imagine how much he had hated sleeping with me. His eyes catches hold of mi, e and there's not even an ounce of remorse or pity. He was enjoying this.

        

        "She must be dumb as hell if she hasn't heard about Nakisha." One of his friends sa, d and they all busted out laughing.

        My head was throbbing way too much for me to even think about what they were going on about. All I was thinking at that moment was the fact that I didn't just have to suffer his reject this awful night, I also have to suffer this humiliation. 

        I felt tears slide down my cheeks.

        "Now run home, little pup." He added, his voice venomous. I hadn't realized that I'd started crying until I was gasping for air. Then I turned to leave. That was when I noticed that there were more audiences than I'd assumed.

        Above the floor, standing behind the stairs glass banisters on the stairs landing were the rest of Mikhail's family. The first I noticed was his mother, Denise, glaring down at me. She was a tall and slim woman. She's dressed in a shiny jet-black slim dress that accentuated her slim curve. Her hair is pammed black and white on top of her head. She had white fur seated around her neck and running down her chest, her long arm bearing an elbow length masquerade gloves. Her eyes threw thunders at me. Right next to him was Mikhail's younger sister, Safrina. She, too, is glaring down at me. At the other side of their mother stood Mikhail's younger brother, who watched me rather with a poker face. 

        I couldn't take it anymore, I feared if I stayed any longer, I was going to collapse, and that would even be worse, so I ran out and didn't stop running.