Chapter 2: Saviour to Torturer

 

Clara

I did it myself. The scar on my face that had brought me misfortunes was my own doing. Hence I actually couldn’t even blame myself for it. Because as far as I knew,  having a perfectly beautiful face was never a blessing as well.

Given that I was our Pack’s Beta’s daughter, that didn’t save me from being maltreated as a teenager mainly because of my awful scar. But as I grew up, finding out I was wolfless made the bullying worse.

Hence, my mate, Samuel was once my saviour.

At the age of sixteen, after realizing I’m wolfless with almost every Pack member knowing about it, everyone almost sees me as a threat. Some even believed I was some curse they needed to crush before I brought misfortune to them.

The first time I came across Samuel that day in our region’s werewolf academy was still imprinted onto my mind very vividly.

Being seen as a misfortune bringer, I’m always all by myself with no friends at all. And although I was getting used to being bullied every single day, that day was kind of different.

Three of my male classmates waited just outside the academy’s gate. As soon as they saw me making my way out, a wicked smirk appeared on their faces.

Acting as if I didn’t see them a meter away, I kept on walking as my heart raced in nervousness. I kept on walking, hoping I’d make it past them, but I didn’t.

One of them went behind me while the remaining two were encircling around me.

I bowed my head down to hide my scar, waiting for their next move. Before I knew it, my backpack was already taken by one of them behind me.

He lifted his arm, holding my bag as he waggled it in the air.

“Please, give it back,” I was trying to sound as kind as possible, afraid that their anger might rise.

My face remained straight watching my bag reach about two meters away from our place as the boy threw it.

Just to avoid the conflict getting bigger, I was ready to run and get it from there. But one of them managed to rush before me because of his speed as a werewolf.

“Please, just give it back. I-I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

“You want it? Get it! Here,” he laughs, extending his arm to hand me my bag.

I tiptoed, reaching my arm to reach it when he suddenly pulled it back making me stumble into the mud right in front of me.

My face was soaked with it making every student around us end up in laughter.

I could feel my chest getting heavier along with my eyes which just started producing hot tears. Biting my lower lip, I pulled myself up, sitting down on the grasses, wiping hints of mud into my eyes.

Opening them afterward, I didn’t expect whom I saw standing in front of me.

Samuel, the Alpha’s youngest son.

The laughter filling my ears went shut in a snap.

“Shh, he’s the Alpha’s son. We should pay our respect,” I even heard one of them murmuring.

And I was completely taken aback when he slightly bent down, offering his hand to me which I then took. I stood behind him, trying to clean up my face while he faced the bullies.

Without any hint of hesitation, Samuel took a step forward and threw his clenched fist onto one of the bullies' faces. Everyone, including me, was surprised.

I almost laughed out loud seeing his eyes balling out because of his bleeding nose. “Oh, God! I’m bleeding.”

“Give me her bag or I’ll make your eyes bleed this time,” Samuel firmly demanded, opening his hand to get my bag.

As if he was in a rush, he quickly handed him my bag as he wiped blood away from his face.

“All of you, apologize to her.”

One of them scoffed, “No! That won’t happen.”

Slowly nodding, Samuel stepped even closer to that guy, towering over his small body build. He proudly looked up at him as if he were challenging Samuel to fight with him. As soon as a low growl came out of Samuel’s lips, he backed down.

“Just apologize, Marco, so we can leave!” The guy Samuel punched annoyingly scolding his friend.

“We’re sorry, Clara. This won’t happen again,” he began.

“Ye-yeah, we’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Clara,” they all apologize before fleeing.

My eyes were focused on his well-built muscles and broad shoulders that made him appear more manly. He turned back to me and handed me my bag.

“T-thank you,” I timidly stutter, almost above a whisper.

Just after my bag reached my palm, he took out a handkerchief from his side pocket. He wiped my dirty face with mud, making me internally go crazy.

I stood there, watching his face which was only a few inches away from mine while he gently caressed my face with the cloth.

“There. Much better,” he remarked while I could almost feel my heart popping out seeing his wide and genuine smile.

“Samuel!” a woman’s high-pitched voice calls his name, making him immediately pull himself back up.

The handkerchief he was holding fell onto the ground whilst his eyes searched for the woman.

Her long wavy hair moves along with her swift steps as she reaches for Samuel with a bright smile. She was undeniably pretty, skin as white and as silky as milk. Obviously, her skin was flawless and the bright sun illuminated at her.

As if the envy building up inside me wasn’t enough, jealousy sank in as she wrapped her arms around Samuel’s biceps. I watched her give him a soft quick peck on his cheek while looking like a dirty rug in front of someone elite like them.

I gulped, wishing the soil would open up and consume me alive just for me to completely vanish when Samuel grabbed a couple of strands of her hair before kissing her back.

He glances at me once before he allows Alice to pull him with her. I forced a smile to show him, although my heart was tearing with jealousy.

From that very moment, I knew was nothing compared to his girlfriend. Maybe he helped me out of kindness, but I do take that on a different level because he was the first person to ever save me.

Hence, I began to accept the fact he won’t ever look at me the same way he did for Alice and I was halfway forgetting about his entire existence when my 18th birthday happened.

I saw him once again at the Packhouse, and at that time I felt everything was different. I thought I had made it clear to myself, but upon seeing him, the same feeling was present. It even intensified that I had to make sure I distance myself from him because it felt like I could lose control every single time we were close.

Although I was wolfless, I was still able to catch a hint of the scent of my mate. To my surprise, it was him.

I left the Packhouse with mixed emotions. At that moment, I didn’t even think about how is that possible to happen. But all I care about is if he can accept me. The only thing I am holding onto is our mate bond.