Rejected

Layla’s POV.

I gasped as he pushed me to the ground, the cold floor making my teeth clench tightly, I bit my lips to keep myself from wincing.

He dragged me from the basement I slept in to the torture room, I wonder what sick thing he’ll do to me today for fun, it became worse when he realized he was my mate, I became the official punching bag of the pack.

“I like it when you are feisty, when you fight me, it’s fun to punish you more.” Logan said and I sighed, biting my lips to keep myself from screaming or showing any reaction. It was better if I held it in, while trying to survive the cold from this cold floor.

It was better if I didn’t react, it made them lose interest in doing anything to me, if I cried, they would enjoy this and keep going, especially Logan who was supposed to be my mate, he treated me the worse.

“You are not going to react huh?” he asked.

I heard the clanking sound of the iron cupboard he removed and my heart beat fast dreading what was coming next.

I bit my lips harder as the silver laced whip hit my back, I could feel the tears form in my eyes and shook my head, telling myself to not show any sign of weakness, it was better this way, he would leave once he noticed that I wasn’t reacting.

I already felt the sting from the wound, my wolf was weak and getting lashed made it worse for my wolf and me.

“How many strokes of this whip can you take?” he asked and I kept mute.

“Last time all I did was slap you and you screamed, how will you react when you get more of this whip?” he asked and I kept mute, I was somehow scared of what he’ll do next, it was obvious he could do worse.

“There’s no need talking to a mute and weak idiot like you, I’ll just whip you till I’m satisfied.” He hit my back again and I gripped my hands tightly as I laid on the cold floor, the tears streamed down my eyes and I kept my face down, to avoid him getting the satisfaction of seeing me cry, he kept hitting me and my tears kept rolling down, I clamped my mouth together when I got tired of biting my lips to prevent myself from crying.

I didn’t understand how life became this difficult, but it was, my whole life with the pack, was filled with a series of bullying from the pack members and my wolf being weak made matters worse, I couldn’t defend myself against the maltreatment.

I felt like demanding answers from him, I needed to know why he kept doing this?, why was I treated in this manner? Did I do anything wrong to you?. I asked the question in my mind, I couldn’t dare to say it directly to him, I don’t know what he’ll do to me if I dared.

“Stupid, weak fool.” He spat on me as he dropped the whip, kicking me, I winced as the weight of his heavy boot hit my ribs.

“I don’t know what the moon goddess saw or even thought of, when she made you my mate.” He kicked me again, I clamped my mouth bearing the pain, wishing he’ll just leave soon, if he didn’t, I don’t know how I would survive today.

He bent to the floor, coming face to face with me, and I gripped my clothes tightly, my hands shook from the tremor of what would happen to me.

“Do you fucking think your life will change once you found out I was your mate?” he grabbed my head from the floor making me face him, his cold blue eyes staring hard at my hazel eyes.

“I asked a fucking question.” He yelled, punching my face.

“I’m your alpha to be, and when I talk to you, and ask you a question, I need answers.” He said and I almost scoffed telling him he wasn’t an alpha yet, but I knew where that would take me, it’ll be like I personally asked for my own death.

“I Logan, next alpha of the west creek pack, reject you Layla Robson as my mate.” The pain I didn’t expect hit me immediately he rejected me, it was worse than getting beaten, my wolf whined in pain, howling as I kept replaying his words, I often heard of the pain of being rejected, yet I never knew it was this bad, I felt so hurt, I couldn’t even feel the physical pain I felt earlier, this was an emotional pain and it hurt so fucking much.

“Accept the rejection.” He squeezed my neck and I nodded.

“I accept your rejection.” I said weakly as I struggled to breath while he kept squeezing my neck, I couldn’t struggle, I kept gasping so I could find air to breathe.

“You expected me to accept you as my mate, when you’re nothing but a cursed weak wolf who killed her mother from birth, even your father hates you.” He said and my heart clenched painfully, when I think of how I grew up without a mother, and how my father blamed me for that, he mistreated me like the rest of the pack and he couldn’t stand my sight.

His words cut me so deep, it reminded me of why I was considered a curse, it made me remember how hard I had it when I didn’t change easily, when I didn’t get a wolf early like the others, I was branded a curse by my father and the whole pack, this made them bully me, this made me regret surviving.

“I’m tired of playing with you, you’re no fucking use anyway.” He said leaving, I sniffled cleaning my tears as it kept streaking down my cheeks.