Chapter 3 THE OUTCAST.

I will not be a doll for these alphas and bond with them.

I've messed with enough alphas already in my life, not this time.

"Then, kill them,' I boldly dared.

Everyone wheezed at my words. "If you don't kill them, you will end up regretting it. Go ahead, do whatever you want, to me or my parents. They don't care or give a shit about what happens to me. Why should I care?"

"I can see you are more foolish than I thought," Lyall said and slapped me so hard across my face.

"KILL YOURSELF,' He ordered. My body froze rapidly.

I couldn't move my hands or feel my legs. "OR RAISE YOUR HAND,' His green eyes glowed more than ever.

My hand raised up on its own. He came to me, putting a dagger in my shuddering hand.

My heart almost came out of my chest.

"WALK SLOWLY AND KILL THEM, SPILL THE BLOOD OUT OF THEM, EAT AND SUCK THEM DRY.'

This is bad.

What was going on? I am a hybrid. There is no way they would control me.

"I'm more stubborn than you think, Rieka?

What sort of power is this? Should I kill my parents in this state? I don't have any contact with them in years. I attempted to stop myself, battling this force, yet I can't control my hand.

"It's useless. I am one of your mates. You will do as you are told. Striving with the power will only feed off from your life span.'

My world crumbled down at my talons.

Mates, huh!

Most people say meeting your mate is the most amazing thing on the earth. It brings so much love and affection to both partners, and true love comes in.

It's like a tree that flourishes and produces good fruits and never withers. But if we don't take good care of that fruit, wouldn't it wither and shrink, eventually returning to dust??

It is like a fantasy.

The imaginations, so-called desires set in, it's like an ambition which comes true making love to always exist in the air.

We can never separate them from each other.

What a blatant lie!

I never believe in fated mates. No, I hate it so much it makes my blood boil.

I never want to hear such things ever again. After what I've seen during my childhood days, my parents are always at each other's neck because of this fateful mate thing. I never want to experience such things again in my life with someone else who is going to mistreat and disrespect me because the moon goddess says so.

Fuck the moon goddess and her stupid matchmaking mates.

I was a little girl when my mom angrily threw me in the dustbin to reflect on my actions because I beat up a girl who split her yoghurt on me.

They defended her instead of me, making me look like the bad guy. The girl was being pampered and appreciated for her disgusting character because I was an Omega when she started the fight.

"Make sure you stay there and don't leave the dustbin until I tell you to, filth." My mother scorned, shut the door loudly and left me out in the cold to freeze.

My parents loathed me, they wished they flushed me down the toilet.

As the years grew by, the hate and prejudice became much worse for me. No matter how hard I loved them, they never returned my feelings.

They always fight between themselves, they never loved each other, and blamed us for their misfortunes. They stayed together because of the bond and the pack, including us, to avoid shame.

My father squeezed Damon's collar and continued to punch him hard on the face with his fisted clenched hand in rage.

Until my mother came behind him on the brink of tears and shouted at the top of her voice.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE,' She shouted aggressively, moving away from him when she noticed he wasn't listening to her.

She ran towards her son and pushed her son away, stepping in front of her husband with her hands wide open.

"KILL ME INSTEAD,' she shouted at the top of her lungs, breathing so hard and facing him with bloodshot eyes, telling my father she meant what she just uttered from her mouth.

"I SAID, YOU SHOULD KILL ME SINCE THAT WILL MAKE YOU SATISFIED BEFORE KILLING MY SON. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, I HAVE ENDURED ENOUGH FROM YOU AND I WILL NOT LET YOU LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON MY SON. IF YOU DO, I WILL EXPOSE YOU TO THE MEDIA, AND THE CLAN. AND LET THE WORLD SEE WHAT YOUR TRUE COLOURS ARE? THAT WILL BRING DOWN YOUR REPUTATION." She shrieked while flickering her hair, which was scattered all over her face as she panted.

"Woman, will you get out of my way this instant? Don't let me lay my hands on you, too." He roared.

I was terrified.

Damon was my elder brother. He always runs away from home at every given chance. I don't know why he and my father always debate between themselves.

My mother invariably tried to separate them before it got bloody.

And my younger sister Ylva hid behind the shadows and acted like the dutiful daughter they expected her to be.

"I'm not getting out of your way unless you kill me. I would not let you lay another hand on my son, you hear me?" my mom shouted.

"Get out of my way. He needs to be dealt with.'

"Make me,' she dared.

He slapped her hard across her cheek. "You turned him into this. You spoiled our son. Can you see what you've turned him into? If he weren't a maggot, he would be of good use to the clan.'

"How dare you slap my mother?'

"Talk to me one time. I will lock up your powers and leave you in the den to rot. I'm giving you one last chance. Get out of here. Don't let me come back and see you in my house.' He warned.

"I'm so sorry,' she said through tears. "I'm so sorry,' she said repeatedly while she hugged him.

Damon looked up at his father, who scoffed and began walking away, then he halted and said his last words. "If this should ever repeat itself, I will make you regret ever being my son and showing you what I'm made of. Useless wolves and worthless beings."

I was the unloved Omega and the outcast.