Chapter 2 Rejection

Arya's POV

My legs went limp like cooked noodles. Slowly I pushed the door with trembling fingers.

"Jake?" I called out weakly. Putting one leg before the other, I made my way into the living area of the room. Dirty plates, wine glasses, and clothes lay everywhere like scattered leaves. Then I saw it.

A red lace thong draped on the chair. My heart sank to my stomach. My wolf whimpered. My mate was already with another woman. I peered through the small opening in the door.

"Oh, my Jake... it's... so good" the female moaned. A tear fell past my eyes and I did nothing to stop it. Just as I was about to turn around, my eyes caught sight of something or rather someone. It was that brunette hair.

"Do not stop," she moaned.

And that voice, why does it sound so familiar? That's because... because it's Anastasia. I burst into the room like a broken dam, causing them to turn swiftly towards me. My heart broke when I saw that it was indeed Anastasia.

I looked from my shaking hands to the sneer on Jake's face and the cocky grin on my sister's face. Searing pain pulsed through my heart and I choked back on my tears. They had no single look of remorse in their eyes.

"J....J...Jake" I stammered and blinked. Tears dropped from my eyes.

"Hello Arya," This was the moment he left Anastasia and came down from the bed. He was naked and clearly not shy. My eyes moved to Anastasia, who was covered under the duvet, I could clearly see the smirk on her face.

She raised her hand and said to me, "Hey sis"

She was having sex with my friend! She knew Jake and I were close. We've been close for a couple of years.

"You witch!" I yelled. In a rage, I matched towards her and pulled her by the hair.

"Come down here and fight me, you Slut!" I yelled as I pulled her hair more aggressively.

Before I could land on her cheek the slap I had prepared for her, I felt a strong pull by the waist. I was roughly thrown to the other side of the room, causing my back to hit the wall and I fell with a thud.

"Arghhh!" I groaned as I tried to stand up. More tears rolled down my cheeks, and my hands, and feet remained on the floor only for me to raise my head to see Jake standing in front of me.

"This will be my last warning to you" he began, "This should be the last time you would ever, in your miserable life, touch Anastasia, my Luna, and mate ever again!"

I shivered, my hands formed a fist, and it was like I couldn't feel my legs anymore. My wolf whimpered in pain and I heard my ear ring in pain. His mate?

"Jake, I'm your friend I-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled before adding, "I am Alpha Jake. Say it right!"

I sniffed as more tears kept falling. I just could not believe it. Why does this have to happen to me? Just when the moon goddess has given me an assurance that Jake was my mate at last? And why wasn't Jake feeling it too? Like I was...?

I struggled to stand on my two feet as I whispered,

"Jake" I swallowed as I wiped my eyes." it's me... I'm... I'm your mate"

"I do not care" he turned his face away and my heart broke into tiny fragments

"Remember how we stayed up all night talking about how Anastasia had been mean to me....ho...how could you get in bed with her," my heart constricted. It wasn't just him sleeping with a lady but he was sleeping with my sister. My enemy.

"Don't you get it, Arya? Jake doesn't like you. He never liked you?" Anastasia asked with a smirk. She was now standing beside Jake, her head high, her chin raised like the Luna of the pack. Like the mate to the Alpha.

Immediately I matched towards her in rage and gave her a resounding slap. The second I slapped her, Jake pulled me by my left arm and turned me around. He slapped me.

"Arghh!" I cried as my hand flew to my aching cheek.

"I have warned you. Let me remind you that we have absolutely nothing together. Do you think I'm your mate? Fine, I'll reject you right now so you get it clear"

"No, no Jake-" I cried and fell to my knees

"I, Jake Lucas, the Alpha King's only son and the leader of this pack, rejects you, Arya Lincoln, as my future Luna and mate"

I froze with wide eyes as I looked at him in shock. My wolf whimpered and for the first time suddenly went out. Like she shut herself so that I could no longer feel her. I staggered, using a chair for support.

I felt like a failure, in fact, my life has been a failure. Right from birth, I have always felt not good enough. I am an omega in terms of the strength of a werewolf. Yes, I was born of two Alphas, so I am the anomaly in the werewolf system. My mum was the side chick. She died while birthing me. I live with my step mum and dad and step sister.

My life is pretty much a Cinderella story, except my father is alive and part of the reason why I suffer. He's never talked against what his wife had done to me. Rather they blame me and demean me, making me feel less of myself by always comparing me to my step sister, Anastasia. And every time I heard from people and family that Anastasia was the perfect one, I hated myself. Thereby sinking deeper into my shell and wanting to disappear. I lived in the shadow of my sister, as a Lincoln.

I fell to the ground and wailed.

The pain was unbearable.