Aria’s POV

"I Aria Scott accepted your rejection, Allen, the future Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack," I have no choice but to accept the rejection.

Allen shoved me away after the word slipped out of my lips. I fall strongly to the ground as the pain hurts too much.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned around and gripped my shirt.

"I don't want you to tell anybody about what just happened here now..."

"Move as if nothing happened, nobody should hear about this and act like this never existed, do you hear?" He deadly snapped.

"Ye… yes," wiggling my head, I instantly muttered.

"Good, because if I hear about this from another person, I will crush you and frustrate your life here," he threatened before pushing me forcefully to the ground.

Standing up and he walked away as if nothing happened.

I know he is ashamed of someone hearing that he was mated to low life like me. My heart felt empty, he didn't resist rejecting me.

What was I thinking, was I expecting him to choose me over Amber? But we are mates, tears roll down my cheeks.

Why does the Moon goddess always have to play with my emotions, have I not suffered enough??

Does she drive any comfort in seeing me in pain?

Does my sorrow satisfy her?

What wrong did I commit to deserve this kind of treatment?

My heart kept breaking with each passing minute, she hated me which is for sure because she created me like this.

I never created myself because if I am to create I will ensure that I have a wolf. I deserved to be happy, I deserved to know what it feels like to have a mate.

My heart is wounded, it is broken. Tears dripped down my eyes, I am ill-treated as if I created myself.

Looking up to the sky, I jerked up immediately.

How did I overstay? Susan will have my head chopped off today.

I picked myself together and ran straight home, slightly pushing the door open, a thunderous slap landed on my cheek redding it. I think that was a happy birthday wish, I let out a sad smile.

"Who did you leave this house for?" Susan glared at me with furious eyes.

"I… I… went for a walk, aunt, good morning," I barely whispered as my lips shivered with my eyes tearing up again. My cheeks hurt like hell.

"You went for a walk leaving the house unkempt," the husband cuts in.

I glanced at the house and noticed that it was still in the same position that left it, neat and smooth.

What is unkempt here? Why did they hate me so much? They always find an excuse to pick on me and lashed out their anger at me.

"But the house is neat, uncle," I mumbled.

"You son of a bitch, does this look neat to you?" He whipped another slap across my cheeks again.

"Ah!" I clamored with my right hand on my cheeks.

"You left the house for a walk," Susan yelled.

"I didn't mean to disrespect you people," I mumbled.

"How could your mother not raise you well? She was busy pampering you, forgetting to raise you despite not having a wolf, how ridiculous?" She snapped.

"What were you expecting from her mother? Like mother like daughter, a bunch of idiots," her husband barked.

I bit my lips to control the pain and tears from coming out but the stubborn ones kept flowing down.

"Mom!" Jessy loudly called.

"What is it?" Turning around, Susan warmly asked her daughter. The tone of her voice changed suddenly from ice to warm and calm.

"Mom! I couldn't find any of my clothes," she complained.

"Your clothes…" Glancing at her daughter and husband, she repeats.

"Yes, mom," she maintains.

"What do you have to say about this, Aria?" She groaned in annoyance and resentment.

"I washed the whole clothes," I murmured.

"I asked you about her clothes, not the whole clothes," she glared.

"It is in the backyard, it is among the clothes that I washed," I said.

"The clothes that you washed!" She exclaimed.

"Yes…" I mumbled.

"Mom! What is she talking about?" She asked, confused.

"Answer her, you idiot," she yelled, causing me to jump up in fear.

"Aunt instructed me to wash the whole clothes, so I washed them," I defended with a shivering body. Susan glared deadly at me.

"None of my clothes were dirty so tell me, how?" Jessy snarled.

"Answer her!!" Her father yelled, causing my heart to heave up and down in panic.

"I was instructed to wash clean and dirty clothes," I stammered.

"By who?" Susan asked, surprising me. Of course, she ordered me to do so.

Do tell me why she is suddenly asking the question.

"I… I…"

"You were instructed and you went and washed all my clothes, so tell me what I am going to wear and go out now!!" She yelled in my face.

"I… I…"

"You daughter of a nobody," she spits.

"How wicked are you? Just wash clothes, you went and washed all her clothes," Susan screeched.

"You will pay for this," Susan’s husband threatened.

"Please… Please,"

I plead to no one in particular, I think I am in for another one today.

I was truly ashamed! A heartbroken sob erupted from the depth of my heart. I felt rejected, unloved, and unwanted.

Nobody wants me, aunt Susan was right because I was better dead than alive.

The pain of waking up every day to face the same misery is disheartening.

The pain of waking up every day to be reminded of your past and wrongs hurts!?

The pain of waking up every day to face the same daily torture from family, friends, and the Pack members breaks my heart.

My heart is broken. The pain lingers and pieces the little hope that I have within, it crushes the little life that I have inside me.

What a way to celebrate my birthday!

I hope to wake up with all these things being just a nightmare.