Her Rejection's Revenge

CHAPTER FOUR: TO ERR IS HUMAN

“If we’re done here, Zelda. Can we please go home?” Braxton snarled in a savage voice which made me wince despite myself. I had promised myself not to be intimidated by him anymore, but old habits die hard. Like a leaf, I was shuddering inside at the unleashed anger that I could see lurking behind the frosty blue depths.

I placed my trembling hands to cover my nakedness and hurried inside to change back into my clothes. When I reached the counter, Brax had already paid for the torn dress, and I risked a glance in his direction to judge his mood. He had his sunglasses on, but his tightly clenched jaw was an indicator that he was still enraged.

So much for my big plan to dazzle him during the ceremony with my sexy dress. I hated it when he was in one of those volatile moods that I couldn’t gauge. It usually meant trouble. I should never have listened to my rebellious sister’s crazy idea. I was no longer a teenager who didn’t know her own mind – staying in the pack was a conscious decision that I made voluntarily.

As we strode silently towards his car, my mind stumbled to an alarming halt. Why was I afraid of him? Why did I fall back to being a little mouse around him after catching him in bed with another woman? He was the one who’d cheated on me only days ago with that b*tch. I had only been trying to pick up the pieces, and now he had the gall to be angry with me for reacting like a normal human being?

“Did you have to make a public fool out of yourself in front of the whole community?” he grated between his teeth as soon as he sat behind the wheel. I reigned in my resentment towards him with great difficulty. What did I expect? Humility from a man like him? That would have been too much to ask for.

I bowed my head submissively because I didn’t want to make a spectacle of myself in the car. Outside, I could see Bee’s worried green eyes pinned on us with pursed lips while Anna and her companions were snickering spitefully about me. My outrage escalated towards that horrible woman, but I blinked my gaze away.

“It wasn’t my fault,” I rushed to explain quickly. “Anna came out of nowhere and started to attack me. You saw how she…”

“Shut up!” he shouted, banging his hands on the steering wheel so hard that my teeth chattered with fear. “You always like to play the victim, Zel. I saw you attack her, remember? You were the one who was about to threaten her.”

I crossed my hands across my chest broodingly, rage surging inside me as he was defending Anna. “You will of course take her side given what she made you feel only a few days ago,” I retaliated, unable to stop the vindictive words from getting out.

My mind was so embittered during the past few days that it was impossible for me to curb my frustration any longer.

“How dare you?” he grounded harshly, his eyes turning to an almost glacial blue which frosted over as they zoned on me. “Do you think I care about that insignificant Anna? What happened between us was insignificant. She is irrelevant. You are going to be my Luna, not her!”

Is that supposed to make me feel better? It didn’t. Instead, I felt worse. Like he was doing me a favor by giving me the position of Luna. In other words, I guess he was. It was every day that an omega was crowned as the pack’s Luna.

Hell, even Bee’s ancestors hailed from the Elders and was considered far more superior than mine in the hierarchy ladder. My rank featured at the very bottom of the list, coming right before rogues. Rogues were considered the worst of our lots as they had no pack to protect them, which made them inexorably the bad guys.

Since they were alone and hurting, they would be the ones attacking packs in order to disrupt the equilibrium maintained in a pack. No matter how pathetic it sounded, being in a pack meant that a wolf was well catered for. The role of an omega, however, was more of a puppy-sitter than anything else.

Omegas were taught from a very young age how to manage pups of every age or rank. Needless to say that the higher ranked ones were more difficult to manage. So, it was no wonder that I knew nothing else other than sticking very diligently to the rules as I was programmed to imbibe them in the pups.

“All eyes are on you two days before the ceremony, and I don’t want anything going wrong. Do you hear me?”

In spite of myself, I gave an obedient nod. He was right. It didn’t befit a future Luna to wear such a sexy dress and flaunt her assets so shamelessly in front of the whole community. I had higher standards than that.

“I hear you loud and clear,” I muttered demurely, properly chastised. Although I agreed with him, I still wasn’t in a very amenable mood. I hadn’t forgotten about his betrayal, so I remained in my brooding posture as we drove silently back to our street, ignoring him completely.

“Zel? Zelda?” he shouted after me as I slammed the car door and stormed towards my parent’s house. Yeah, I was that kind of loser who still lived with her parents at the age of twenty-one. My family was not that loaded, and I had been saving up for my medical degree.

Some of that money went into my nursing course, but I was still reluctant to spend it all on renting an apartment. Not when I was going to share Brax’s luxurious condo soon. In two days.

I growled savagely as doubts started to plague me again. Was I really going to pledge a lifetime to a man who’d cheated on me one week before marking me? My thoughts stumbled to a halt when someone grabbed my elbows and turned me around so brutally that I gasped in pain.

“I am talking to you, and you know how much I hate it when you ignore me!” he cried out angrily. A few eyes turned in our direction, and I plastered a fake smile on my face for the façade.

“Who is behaving like a spoilt brat now?” I jeered sarcastically. “Is this kind of behavior befitting for a future Alpha?” To the outside onlooker, nobody would have guessed that I was calling him out for his bad behaviour.

He seemed to understand my dig for his eyes wandered in a three-sixty-degree scan and his perfect bogus smile was in place. “Let’s go inside,” his grip on me tightened and I was sure that I would bruise if I resisted. So, I just went with it.

When we were barricaded behind closed door, he approached me with confident and menacing strides, and it took me all my willpower not to retreat. He held my face between his hands, squeezing my cheeks gently.

“Look, I know you’re pissed because of what happened with Anna. But it did not mean anything. You know I love you and I chose you to be my Luna. YOU!”

I tried not to flinch at the loud utterance of the last word. My teeth sunk into my lips as I blocked back my retort. Was I supposed to be grateful that he selected me, but was still messing with other girls?

“Are you still going to be fooling around with others after I become your Luna?” I asked instead with a calmness that I was far from feeling.

“What? No!” he scoffed like I had just sprouted some nonsense. “Of course not, Zel! I plan to be the perfect Alpha to you and to the entire community, babe. I love you, you know that! I have been so tensed these days that I feel like my head’s going to explode soon. Thank Goddess this will be over soon.”

Yay! I responded inside my head. That was the understatement of the century – he’d been under so much pressure lately that everything’s legit for him. Him. Him. It was always about him. Braxton didn’t like cheese, so I had to stop eating it too. Braxton liked his meat half-cooked, so I had to like mine that way too even if it made me gag. Braxton preferred beer, so I stopped drinking wone to adjust my preference like his. Braxton hated the red color, and well I started wearing orange more often even if I wasn’t too much of a fan.

That was not all. I swallowed as the familiar expression formed in his cold icy eyes which did not bode well for me. The light pressure on my cheeks increased and he drew me closer towards him and took possession of my lips.

Out of habit, I responded vehemently, licking him and opening my mouth to give him access. He was the only guy that I’d kissed, and I was desperately eager to please him. I feared that my lack of experience was going to put him off and I compensated with an enthusiasm of a zealot.

However, I knew what was about to come. He started to undress me quickly, and I allowed him without a protest. Why should I? He was my boyfriend and I loved him. So, I was naked in his arms, and he pinched my breasts had and they smarted with pain at the torture.

I whimpered when his kiss deepened, taking away the pleasure to give place to sheer pain. His hands got rougher, leaving her with red marks on her white creamy skin and I blatantly ignored the slight discomfort.

His one-day stubble grazed against my skin when his lips descended on my breast, and he started to lick them. Pleasure rolled in until he bit them, and I groaned out loud, pretending that I was aroused, but when in reality I was not enjoying myself at all. Something was definitely wrong with me, so I lived my life faking my lack of sexuality.

I gasped out loud when he spanked me lightly on my butt, and I giggled playfully for him because I knew he would like that. Then, I quickly laid on the bed, spreading my legs out for him. But he shook his head, and my mask started to slip. I knew what he was asking of me, and my heart flipped over as I was on the verge of refusing.

Two days, Zelda. Two days, I reminded myself duly. Then, I turned on the bed, supporting my body my weight on my elbows as I lifted my butt in the air to expose my ars*hole.

I totally utterly loathed this part, and I bit my lips to withstand the excruciating agony that was going to follow. His d*ck penetrated my butthole, tearing apart the delicate flesh as he thrust inside without any regard to my comfort. I didn’t scream as he pounded inside me like a maniac, his shaft invading the most private part of my body like I belonged to him.

There was absolutely no pleasure as he bent over to thrust deeper, squeezing my breast one last time before he shuddered against my back. That was my favorite part – he was done. I trembled as he removed himself from my tight butt, and I collapsed on the bed beside him.

With my back turned to him, I swallowed what was left of my pride and pretended to be asleep until his breathing regulated. It was only then that I opened my eyes and stared into the room unseeingly, feeling somewhat cheap and dirty.

Was that normal that I hated s*x? Was I the only woman who didn’t enjoy her sexuality? The thought was so scary that I didn’t dare voice it out to anyone else, not to my sister or to my best friend Bee. I was not only a pathetic weak little omega, but I was also a failure as a woman.

Tears of maudlin self-pity trickled down the side of my eyes as I buried my face and my misfortune in my pillow. All I could so was bowl my heart out as I usually did after we made love. I wished I could be more like the other girls he’d f*cked. I caught the look of absolute pleasure on that b*tch’s face as she had f*cked my boyfriend, and it was not fair that I was the only one not to feel the same.

The problem was with me, and nobody aside Braxton would have me. If I left him, I would be doing the biggest mistake of my life. At least with him, I was secure in the knowledge that nobody would ever discover that I was frigid.

He was safe, he’d just made a stupid mistake and we would leave all that behind us in two days. Two days. What else could go wrong?

But I was dreadfully wrong. Everything started to go downhill after that.