Mate Rejecting Mates.

He yelled and cut me short from what I wanted to say.

Just as those words left his lips, I felt my world crashing back at me.

I felt so weak and felt Nala shut me off at that moment.

I fell down to my knees, crying myself in pain hearing him curse me saying he regretted ever knowing me as a mate.

I could see his face turning red with rage and I could feel his constant piercing gazes on my body.

He looked so dangerous and different from how I had seen him earlier because now, his cute ocean blue eyes were now dark and it was like he was ready to kill that moment with that look.

My heart melted at where I had kneeled on the floor of the passageway.

“Get away quickly you tiny pig. Let me have my way away from here. Weakling”.

He spoke with irritation as I raised my head up from where I was kneeling crying in pains still shocked by his sudden outbursts towards me.

How on Earth would I have a mate and all he does is to reject me as mate. Is this how it always looks?

Mate rejecting mates.

Even my father had rejected my mother saying she is an Omega, Now it is all happening to me.

My own mate has rejected me because I look tiny and he feels I am too weak and can not fit to be his mate.

Was I really that tiny? I asked myself as I looked down at myself, checking myself out if truly I was that tiny as he had claimed.

I wondered as I was deeply into thoughts.

I stood up totally feeling rejected and dejected.

I was heartbroken and all I could do was to leave.

I left the restroom entrance after making sure I had wiped my tears dry, as I found my way back to the conference hall but by that time, the meeting section was already ending and a handful of men and women could be seen walking away.

I sigh deeply and try keeping a straight face but I just couldn’t, because it was like my father sighted me from where I stood and he suddenly frowned on seeing me.

Perhaps, he has got to know what happened between the man he threatens to marry me off to, who unfortunately became my mate.

I was shaken to my bones when my father looked me in the eye dangerously from where he sat, watching me intensely even as I made to sit back in my position in the conference hall.

His reaction and facial expression made the others turn to look at me but I tried to keep a straight face like there was nothing, flashing them a fake smile.

Without giving me enough time to rethink all that just happened at the restroom with my supposed mate, I felt myself lifting to the air from where I sat and my head began spinning, bouncing back and forth as I felt a cold breeze blew my hair and face.

Seconds later…. I felt myself slowly reaching the ground and when I had come back to my senses, I felt like I was hallucinating; I was met face to face with the dangerous dark eyes of my father, gazing down at me.

I looked so shocked as to why my father had brought me outside to the car pack.

“Why are we here father? Why bring me out?”, I ask innocently, looking more surprised and shocked as well as confused.

His reaction felt cold and his eyes were dark with a furrowed brow.

I stood, shaking like a dry leaf at where I stood in fear, as all the hairs on my skin rose in nervousness.

A gasp escaped my lips as I looked more than terrified.

A handful of people had come and gathered around, looking at us and I could tell from their eyes that they were curiously waiting for what would happen next.

I felt really intimidated by his facial expression which had suddenly changed and was now turning wolf like.

I guess he was suppressing himself from turning into a wolf because his hands suddenly became hairy and his fingers, long and sharp, likewise his eyes were all dark with no shade of another color in it.

His face was red due to the burning rage inside of him and I could tell that he was really holding himself not to turn into his wolf. Who cares anyways?

I don’t care about anything concerning him, even if he turns into the most weird beast on earth, I still wouldn’t be moved by it.

Was it beatings I haven’t received before or was it hunger? What kind of punishment I haven’t received before from the man I called my father.

All I care about is my mother.

She is the only person that is keeping me hook on in this good for nothing park up till now.

She alone is the reason I'm still here with this demonic beast called my father. If I should run away from this whole pack and gain my freedom, who would take care of my mother? Who would protect her from the wrath this evil disgusting looking monster called my father would do to her.

He is so heartless and brainless to the extent that he couldn’t think the other way round.

Can’t he just fix himself into my mother’s shoes to know how she feels, especially anytime she gets ridiculed and called different names all just because she’s an Omega. Being an omega isn’t a crime. Was it?.

They were not created to be that way neither is it their fault they were that way. Weak and miserable and could do nothing aside being pitied for their weaknesses.

I said to myself inwardly and I suddenly felt my anger rising deep within me, especially when I looked into those huge angry eyes looking down at me. From the way his brows twitched, I think he could sense I was angry because he suddenly came after me pushing me hard against the car that I hit hard against the car’s door.

“You fool. You miserable little thing”.

He spat out angrily as he made to punch my face but I tried to dodge his punch and his hand immediately penetrated deep into the car window glass, causing it to break into a million pieces as I watched him sqeeze his face in pain.

“You dare return without him huh? I brought you here because I know he would definitely show up so you both could meet and do things as it’s supposed to be… But all you could do is to come back here without him huh and be smiling like the whole world loves you?”.

This time, the punch came unawares and it hit my left cheek hard, sending me to space in a second that I wince in pain and whimper under his tight grip on my dress.

“You little brat!”. He roared like an angry lion once more, gritting his teeth together as he held me on the shoulder, and hit my back countless times against the car.

Damaging the car glass more and more without caring to see the damages he was doing to both I and the car.

Driver Azita stood shivering in fear from where he hid behind a shop corner at arm’s length behind us.

I noticed the people watching couldn’t stop my father because he was a cold soul and an Alpha, and they looked nervous to even utter any word to him not to mention; Stopping him from hurting and humiliating me. I could also see pity in their eyes for me but I looked away and rather looked at my demon father, destroying my body as he continued damaging my back against his car.