The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

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Chapter 2

The pain hit me square in my chest. It felt like my chest was being peeled open by a flaming hot knife

and the tears I had fought to hide fell down my cheeks slowly. Lisa laughed as she saw my face and I

hurried to wipe them away but they didn’t seem to want to stop.

“I-,” my voice was hoarse; “I accept your rejection.”

I felt the exact moment the bond snapped. I saw pain flash across Tyson’s features and he flinched

slightly but he hid it well. It made me feel good to know that I wasn’t the only one feeling the effects.

I didn’t wait to see if he would show any other emotions; I turned on my heels and rushed out of the

door. I didn’t stop running until I got to the pack house and I was in the comfort of the old storage closet

I call my

room.

It’s so small that three people can’t stand comfortably side by side but I’m grateful for it. I use an old

bed that one of the pack members threw out. I took it from the trash, cleaned it and made it my own.

I flopped on the bed and the tears I had managed to hold back finally fell. The emotions were finally

catching up to me and I felt like I was going to break. I had always thought that finding my mate would

be the only escape that I would have from this terrible life but it turned out that I was

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wrong.

Finding my mate was a torture that I didn’t expect.

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I didn’t leave my room again until afternoon so I could buy something to eat. I’m not allowed to use the

cooker and I can’t keep one in my room, so I either buy my food or pray that there are leftover scraps

for them to give me.

On my way back, I saw Chris and he winked at me as if sharing a deep secret. I rushed back to my

room after that. Chris‘ presence brings nothing but trouble and pranks, and his version of a prank is

never fun. By night, the severity of my situation started to bear down on me. I am

Tyson’s mate- I was Tyson’s mate, and he rejected me. News will travel soon and it will give people

even more reason to hate me.

While I was thinking about that, I heard the knob on my door jiggle. My spine straightened because it is

late, no one should be in my room this late. No one even comes this far into the basements on a

normal day.

The door flew open and I let out a small scream. I recognized the scent as Tyson’s and my heart

clenched. Even though our bond is broken, there will still be lingering feelings until one of us takes

another mate.

He walked into the room and stared at it in disdain. The moment his eyes met mine, I was hit by his

intense hatred, but there was something else there, something I couldn’t put my finger on.

“All day,” he began, “My friends have not stopped teasing me about the fact that you are my mate.” He

spat the word ‘you‘ as if it was a curse word.

“I’m sorry,” I offered and he laughed humorlessly.

“All day; I’ve been thinking of how I could have been given a slut for a mate.” I felt his words like a slap

and I took an involuntary step

backwards. “But then I remembered last night in the club, and I realized that sluts are good for one

thing.”

I realized his intention and I tried to run but his hand wrapped around the back of my shirt and he

pushed me against the wall.

“Please, you don’t want to do this.” I begged and he pinned me with his body; that was when I smelled

the alcohol and wolf’s bane on his breath.

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It takes a lot to get a werewolf drunk; they usually have to drink a lot and mix it with wolf’s bane for their

inhibitions to be lowered even a little bit.

I tried to fight him but even in his state, he was still a lot stronger than me. Even though I screamed and

cried, he still pushed his way into me. I hoped that people would hear my screams and come to save

me but it was in vain.

I screamed until my voice was hoarse and until the tears stained my skin but no one came. If they hard,

they did not care.

If someone had asked me how I expected to lose my innocence, I would

have said on a bed by a mate who loved me. I got the mate part right, but not the others. I lost it to my

mate who rejected me twenty four hours ago, against the wall.

As he emptied himself into me, he pushed me to the floor like I was nothing but trash beneath his feet. I

couldn’t stop the tears that were freely flowing from my face. I didn’t know if it was because of the pain.

between my thighs or if it was because of the pain in my heart.

“How could you?” I croaked from my position on the floor. “You rejected me, why wasn’t that enough for

you?”

My legs had given out and I fell to the ground in a heap. I couldn’t bring myself to move. He was at the

door but he paused and turned to me. The hatred in his eyes hit me like a freight train and I tried my

best to look away but his eyes kept me captured.

“You’re still my mate and you’re a whore. Your body is mine whether you like it or not.”

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