CHAPTER 003

SYLVIA

I turned around to see Tasha, Simon's girlfriend, walking towards us with her eyes red with anger.

"No, you won't go anywhere close to my boyfriend. You're infested and looking everywhere to rub your disease. I won't let you rub it on him."

Once again, hot tears began to drop down my eyes. I slowly lifted my hands to wipe my face.

"It's fine," I told Tasha. "You don't have to say anything. I won't impose... I'd find my way, and I will be fine."

"Sylvia?" Simon questioned.

He took steps towards me, but Tasha quickly held his hands and stopped him from getting any closer. I felt really embarrassed. Simon faced Tasha, and the two began to argue.

I could no longer take it. I didn't want to see them fighting because of me. I turned around and rushed out of the premises before I could be seen.

I ran off into the forest. I could not return to my stepmother. Not after leaving the house the way I did.

I ran through the forest as quickly as my legs could carry, until I suddenly lost balance and fell to the floor. The day was getting darker, and I had nothing to aid my sight. I looked around the dry forest. Only trees, dried leaves, and fresh leaves on the floor could be seen around aside from me.

I slowly rolled towards one of the trees before lifting myself to a sitting position. My whole body was already shivering from the night cold. I coughed loudly, almost shaking the forest with my already cracked and, at the same time, loud voice.

I wrapped my arm around my knee and buried my face in between them. I tried to reminisce on everything that transpired back at the party.

I wished that it was all a dream. I would wake up to realise that it was a terrible nightmare and none of those happened. What if the prince was only joking? What if yhe joke was over and he was already looking for me?

I wanted to go back to the palace, but I didn't want to get embarrassed once again. If the prince was truly sorry, and whatever happened was a joke, then he would send guards out to look for me.

I knew that I was only dreaming, thinking that the prince would ever come in search of me. In as much as I knew that it was impossible, I was still hopeful.

I sat under the three crying for as long as my tears could. I slept off after crying for so long and only woke up the next morning.

***

"Where am I?" I asked as I looked around the room with my eyes opened widely.

It was a small strange room.

It wasn't my room in my father's house. I didn't even know how I got there. I wondered if I had died and resurrected. I looked around the small and poorly furnished room.

There was a small reading table by the side of the room, a small lantern lay on it. A stool was placed beside the table. Then, the small bed I lay on.

I wondered why I was in such an ancient room.

Maybe I went to hell after dying. Of course, I should. I deserved to be in hell for allowing myself to get fooled by that idiot alpha. I even gave myself to him so easily.

I sat up on the bed. I didn't know why I felt so empty. So empty that I began to wonder the last time I had something to eat.

I tried to activate my listening abilities. Maybe I would be able to find out where I was before walking out of the room. I realised that i was unable to activate my hearing abilities.

I tried to grow my claws, and it wasn't working, either.

My heart sank deep into my stomach. How could that be?

I began to shake my head continuously. It was impossible. I hoped that it wasn't what I was thinking.

"No way!" I cried as I stood up to my feet.

The door suddenly opened, and an old woman walked into the room. She seemed very old and haggered, and she smelled horrible.

"Don't come close to me!" I warned as I took steps backwards.

"Sylvia," she called in a soft, velvety voice.

My heart sank even deeper into my stomach. I wondered how she knew my name.

I didn't tell her my name.

"Who are you, and what do you want from me?"

She smiled as she walked further into the room. She had wrinkles all over her face and body, yet she stood straight and walked straight.

"A wolfless omega can not be left alone to be devoured by wild beasts in the forest."

I shut my eyes tightly, and my tears continued to fall. I began to shake my head. It was impossible.

"I am not wolfless. I am just a weak omega," I argued with the old lady.

She chuckled lightly.

She slowly walked towards the bed and sat there. She was quiet for a while. I watched her impatiently with my mouth opened widely. Words could not form out of my lips. My hands and feet trembled in fear as I tried to convince myself that it wasn't true.

"What do you mean by wolfless?" I managed to ask after gathering myself together.

My lips shook in fear.

My heartbeat doubled as I waited for a reply from the old lady. I placed my right hand on my chest fearfully.

"You were rejected by a very powerful alpha," the old lady began to speak.

I gulped down hard on my saliva before slowly nodding my head. I knew she was saying and not asking, yet I felt the urge to reply so as to hasten the process.

"I... I was rejected by my mate yesterday," I gave more details.

The old lady nodded her head.

"I know."

I took a step forward and folded my fist.

"Your wolf is too weak to accept rejection from a vwey powerful alpha. Whoever rejected you is heartless and not worthy to be called your mate. He knew the consequences of rejecting you, yet he did."

My heartbeat doubled, and tears began to drop down my eyes again. Several times, I had thought that I cried all the tears in my eyes, but still found myself shedding tears later.

"Your wolf could not handle the rejection. You lost it. It was too weak, and there was no way it would handle the rejection from such powerful alpha."

My knees immediately grew weak, and I fell on them. I felt hot tears bliding my eyes. I could feel my lips trembling in pain and anger. My heart tore in shreds. I could feel them ripping off.

I wished that I could lay hands on the prince at this point.

I was an innocent omega. I was too weak to defend myself in school, so I did everything to stay out of trouble. I didn't do anything to deserve this from them.

Flashes of everyone back at the party began to flood my memory. The way they pointed at me, laughing so loudly. The way I was mocked by those kids. Every single memory came flooding in my head.

I didn't do anything to any of them. The prince would have ignored me. Why would he use me as a tool for his bet? Then he went ahead to reject me, knowing the consequences.

I even tried to bargain with him, and he ignored me. The prince had the guts to do this to me. I wouldn't forgive him. I was wolfless because of him.

"How can I get my wolf back?" I asked the old lady.

She shook her head sadly.

"No, you can't!" The old lady replied. "You can never regain your wolf back."

I stood up to my feet and inhaled sharply. I was done crying. I was done trying to be the victim. It would not bring back my life and my wolf. How would I defend myself.

"I want their lives in return," I demanded while gritting my teeth. "I want every single one of them to pay with their lives. Until I see the end of that lineage, I would not rest!"