Chapter Four- Samantha's pov
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‘It was Cain’. He was at the entrance.
He gave Derick a deadly stare, I told him to go now before something bad happens. He entered into his car, and drove off.
I felt at ease, I don't know what I would have done if they decide to fight. Cain will tear him apart, he is an Alpha. I don't want anything to happen to Derick.
Cain on the other hand, does not want to see me with another werewolf, but he rejected me. ‘Why did he does that Everytime?’ He doesn't want me and doesn't want to see me with any wolf either.
I gaze at him, and headed towards the door but I was drawn back. “What do you think you're doing?” He asked, clenching his fists.
I tried releasing my hand from his grip, but all to no avail. I felt pain in my hands but a tear rolled down my cheek and he left me.
“I, Samantha Earhart, accept your Rejection,” I Mumbled, and I let out a deep breath. I need to get over this, I have to hold myself. I don't want the tears in my eyes to drop not in front of him. He thinks I'm weak and lonely, but I will prove it to him that I'm not.
He watched me as I walked away, I opened the entrance door and headed straight into my room. I broke in tears when I entered. I've been hurt.
I lay on my bed and weeping profusely, I never felt I could feel this much pain and survive. My body is trembling, and my sould is tore apart. There's a large hole in my heart, and I don't think I will ever able to fix it.
My mate doesn't want me.
He thinks I'm weak.
I'm not good enough for him. He wants to take a chosen mate, Mandy, for that matter. He rejected me the moment I found out.
He will have a new mate and Luna and I will be here to watch them everyday. God, I pray I don't have a heart attack or kill myself one-day.
I wanted to take a shower, I needed it. I take a shower and laid on my bed. I stared at the ceiling. I just wish I can just disappear from this world. I am not happy! I don't think I will ever happy again.
This is too much for me, the death of my parents, how I lived through hell all these years, I got bullied and make fun of, now, my mate doesn't want me around him. This is too much for me. I just feel I could feel numb.
As I lay on my bed, drowning in sorrow,my phone suddenly buzzed, jolting me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen to see a message from my best friend, Jane. She wanted to meet me at our usual spot at the restaurant. it is a place where we often sought solace in each other's company.
A flicker of hope sparkled within me as I read her message. Maybe, just maybe, Jane could offer some comfort in this dark hour. I should have called her before she do but I'm being carried away by my thoughts.
I hastily wiped away tears, determined to seize any opportunity for respite from the overwhelming pain.
I quickly got dressed and tied my hair in a ponytail. I grabbed my jacket, and hurriedly made my way out of the pack House, without anyone seeing me.
The Night's air was cool against my face, and the distant sound of traffic provided a strangely comforting backdrop.
However, as I walked along the dimly lit path leading to the park, am unsettling feeling crept over me. It was as if I was being watched, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
I tried to dismiss it as mere Paranoia, a product of my shattered emotions, but I couldn't shake off the nagging of sense of unease.
Glancing over my shoulder, my heart skipped a beat. There, lurking in shadows, I caught a glimpse of a figure—a silhouette that seemed all too familiar. Panic welled up within me as I quickened my pace, my mind racing with a thousand questions. Who was following me, and why?
Every step I took, the figure mirrored, maintaining a constant distance. Fear gnawed at my insides, and I desperately searched for an escape route, a way to lose my pursuer. But with every turn, every detour, they remained hot on my heels, unrelenting and insidious.
I needed help. I needed Jane to talk to. My phone trembled in my hand as I dialed her number, praying for her to pick up. The seconds stretched into an agonizing eternity, but there was no answer. Fear and frustration mingled as I realized I was on my own, trapped in a nightmarish chase.
A chilling breeze rustled the leaves, whispering its ominous warning. The park loomed ahead, its once familiar beauty now transformed into a foreboding landscape. With nowhere left to run, I steeled myself for the confrontation that awaited me. Who was this relentless pursuer, and what did they want from me?
In that moment, a chilling realization struck me—this wasn't a mere stranger or a coincidence. The person following me knew more than they should, and their intentions remained shrouded in darkness. With each passing second, the stakes grew higher, and I braced myself for the shocking revelation that awaited me at the heart of the park.
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