His Slave, His Mate

His words stinged more than they should. “No man will ever choose you. What did you expect that I would fall for your pretty face and we would live happily ever after? GROW UP, s**t like that never happens and you are even more pathetic if you believe in this. Why would I choose you to be my mate." I was stunned, a big gaping hole has opened in my chest and it was burning like crazy. Tears were gathering in my eyes, but I wouldn't let him see them. No, it was embarrassing enough as it is and painful...so f*****g painful... Shit, s**t, I can’t think about it right now. Turning around with my head high I left him with his new blonde toy. The same toy that has been following him for years now and he only started to pay attention to her because she got some help to improve ber boobs from the witches and now she was flaunting them like them like a corner hooker. I moved fast because I would only last a few moments before I broke down and it wouldn't be pretty. My vision began to blur as I spotted the exit. Thank god! I walkedan through the doors and to my car, my breathing became shallow and fast, tears already running down my cheek. I wanted to scream and shout but no sound came out of my mouth. There was this crazy pressure on my chest as tears poured out of my and I didn’t make it to the car. My knees buckled right next to it as I took a few deep breaths but there was no stopping the tears that were flooding down my face. I pushed myself off the hard flooring of the parking lot and climbed into my car. I opened the window because I felt nausea rising and any moment I would throw up. But first I had to get out of here, there was no chance I would let them see me break. I sped out of the parking lot and turned to drive home. Driving faster than the speeding limit, making sharp turns, part of me probably wanted to die, but not today, this would be just plain ass pathetic. I finally made it as I climbed out of my car I felt one of the pain waves that were about to rip me apart approaching. SHIT! SHIT! NO! I ran inside, locking the doors behind me as I let my back slide down the door as the first wave of soundless sobbing broke out of my chest. I couldn’t make a sound… I never could. Never in my life had I cried in voice and this was no different. Oh god, why did I trust him… why… Why did I think that he could be any different than the rest of this f****d-up pack? Why was I so stupid and trusted him? Only to have him spit out my heart and love like yesterday's rotten fish. Tears were streaming down my cheek as the pain in my chest was overwhelming me. I crawled into the fetus's position, hugging my knees to my chest and letting all of the pain wash over me. I couldn't breathe. the pain was crushing my chest and it was too much. I was trying to take a breath but it was no use, my nails were digging into my palm as I cried and cried. Tears gathered into a puddle next to my cheek as I pulled my knees even tighter. I cried and cried, until I was too tired and must have blacked out. I woke up a few hours later, my body stiff. The pain that was ripping me apart yesterday had dulled down. I felt numb, totally numb. I forced myself off the floor, my body was protesting and refusing to move, but I forced it to get up and I slowly made my way into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water and stood there, my legs were weak and swinging. I would probably collapse at any moment. So I made my way into my small bedroom and fell onto the bed and tears that I thought ran out returned and I started crying again. I was done with trusting anyone, none will ever have the chance to crush me like this. I promised myself as another soul-crushing wave of tears ripped through me. I need to get out of here right now. Enough is enough. They humiliated me over and over, they hurt my mother so much that she drank herself to death and now… now this was the last straw. The last time I let anyone hurt me. I crawled out of bed. The pain of rejection was worse now, ripping my chest apart. I hold onto the bed frame while making my way out of the room, slowly, step by step, going into the bathroom. I slowly made my way to the sink and lifted my purple eyes to the mirror. I always hated them, they always showed my true nature. Mixing of breeds was a thing, but it happened rarely. Especially mixing with werewolves. They have very high standards and there is almost no chance that the pack will accept a child that is not pure-blooded. They almost never approve of any other race mates, something similar happened to my mother. Her mate was a witch and well that was all I known about him. Pack let my mother stay because she was the alpha's daughter but my father either didn’t want to stay or the pack wouldn’t let him and well, the only reason I am even alive is because my mother was the alpha's daughter. I washed away the last bits of makeup I had on and reapplied on a fresh layer. The wolf part of me wanted to die, to curl up in a ball and never get up, but I can’t do that. I need to leave and there are only a few ways to leave a pack and neither of them are nice, but I may have a chance if I move fast. I changed into the sexiest thing I own: a skin-tight black leather dress and colored my lips a deep shade of red, lined my eyes with a black liner. This made me look mysterious and, I hope, sexy enough.