All Chapters of The Mate I Can't Have: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Niylah's POV I secluded myself in the empty room for what felt like days sobbing over a self-centered jerk; What Henry had said played on repeat in my mind over and over again. ‘It was all lies’. Those four words pierced my chest like a dagger and milked away what little hope I had left. Whenever my eyes drifted closed from exhaustion, I was met with his cruel smile—mocking me—judging me for something I couldn’t change. All I could do was stare at the wall and cry. Occasionally, for some reason or another, Henry or Alex knock at the door to check on me. They’d plead with me to exit the room to eat something or at the very least drink some water, but I’d always refuse. Not out of spite, mind you. My refusal wasn’t driven by hate or malice, nor was it driven by the desire to have Henry care one last time. I physically couldn’t move from that spot and didn’t have the energy to worry about it. Just as I had been about to drift off to sleep a granola bar was shoved violently against the

Niylah’s POVThat was definitely weird.It was weirder than normal, even for Henry. Why did he have to go into such a disgusting level of detail over a simple question? ‘Where’s Alex’ didn’t warrant much of an answer at all. A simple ‘He went to the bathroom,’ would’ve been fine. Hell, Henry could’ve just said Alex had to run. He didn’t even have to explain where exactly Alex went for me to catch a hint.“He’s such a—” I stopped myself before the thought could fully form. Five hours was more than enough to cry over a man who didn’t even spare a second glance my way.As I sipped on the lukewarm water I felt a heaviness in my chest. Exhaustion weighed me down, both emotionally and physically. All I wanted to do was sleep and forget the heartache. I curled myself up in bed, ignoring the world around me, and tried my best to fall into a deep slumber. But sleep would never come.No matter what I tried, it was impossible to shut my brain off completely. Not even the imagery of sheep could s

Henry’s POVShe couldn’t be serious.There’s no way.There’s absolutely no way Niylah was serious. It almost sounded like she intended to pursue things with Liam right after I ended things. Did she have no shame? No remorse at all? I know I said that she should find someone better, but I didn’t mean that same night. It’s not my fault this happened.Besides, we had that moment with the granola bar and water. She laughed and came out to thank me for the thoughtful gesture. I thought maybe things could go back to something less complicated. Something easier to manage! Sure, she may not have known it was I who had given her the food, but her thanks had been directed towards me nonetheless. So why did she want to part ways now? We were bound to run into each other again, especially since we went to the same school. It was impossible to avoid each other completely.Before I could even open my mouth offer a retort, Niylah had stormed off without so much as a second glance. The slam of the do

Niylah’s POVIt was three days until D-day and I couldn’t be more nervous.Why wouldn’t I be? All this time I’ve been submissive, allowing others to trample on me as they please. I cowered down at the first sight of adversity and took whatever abuse came my way. Whether the abuse came from a person who was supposed to love me the most or some cheap bully with anger issues, I never stood up for myself.I used to be an insecure Omega before I came to this school; so much so, that I lacked any sense of self-worth. But now, I was a force to be reckoned with, ready to take on anyone who dared to challenge me; and I have no mercy to give to the people who didn’t offer any to begin with.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. It wouldn't do any good to be anxious now; there was no going back to the person I was before. I was like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon after a long nap. I had the choice to become something beautiful like a monarch butterfly or something obnoxio

Niylah's P.O.V.In the silent room, the alarm was the only sound highly blaring to wake me up. I stretched off to bed as a surge rose inside me, steady and fierce. Today was the day I had been waiting for. I went to the mirror and began to pat my face, blending the makeup in, giving my features more intensity, more definition. I wanted to be fully ready for what was to come.No sooner had I applied the last stroke of mascara than the door burst open and Ivory sauntered in, curling her lips up in that habitual smug smile. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, to watch me."Who are you trying to impress, Niylah?" she snarled.I didn't as much as glance in her direction, calmly placing the mascara back onto the table and giving myself one final glance in the mirror. I needed to remain steady, unmoved. After today, it will all be over."Your days are numbered, Ivory," I said, low but full of intent. "And soon enough, the whole world is going to know the real you."She laughed, a keen