Chapter two

Lola's POV:

“Hurry the fuck-up. Murderer!” That heartbreaking utterance was yelled at me by no other person than a maid.

It was accompanied by dumping a bunch of stinky, dirty clothes right on my head.

I remained quiet.

Bitchy giggles that entailed sheer mockery were heard from different lips but were aimed at no other person than me.

“She even tried to seduce Master Brian!”

“Disgusting!”

As I listened to the sounds of their fading footsteps, I slowly rid my head of the stinky clothes.

It was nighttime.

Countless of the Palace servants were in their beds or so, but a slave like myself was outside. Outside, in the field, my sole companion was the bone-chilling occasional gusts of wind.

I'd shiver feverishly yet couldn't leave — my eyes glanced at the heap of clothes and then diverted to the soapy water-filled basins.

“I hate my life” A lone tear cascaded from my left eye, and soon, multiple fled from both.

I sat on a low stool — my back aching, my palms throbbing, but my soul, heart, and mind experiencing incomprehensible pain.

Unintentionally yet helplessly, I kept replaying Brian's words: his words of brutal rejection.

News about me being the mate of the Alpha's son had spread, but it wasn't pleasant in the slightest. Brian's heartless rejection in this same field a few hours ago was the most talked of.

Every maid, servant, royal, and even some slaves were mocking me. It hurts.

Their degradation I could handle, but Brian's rejection had scarred me.

As I sat there, crying bitterly yet softly, a heavy gust of wind swept by me but was followed by a thunderous downpour.

“Ah!” I upped sharply from the stool as the downpour persisted.

My entire body got thoroughly drenched within minutes, and in an attempt to flee from this rain, I scurried towards the kitchen door.

But once there, I couldn't get in.

“Th-th-the door's locked!? N-no!” Again, and again, I tried to yank the doorknob open, yet it has been locked from within.

The heavy downpour and incessant chilly wind were a freaking horrid combo because, within minutes, my internal organs felt frigid.

It was awful.

Balls of my tears slid together with that of the rain down my skin, and my legs, shaking just like my entire body, felt feeble.

I crumbled on the grass, yet my hand was on the door. I needed someone, anyone at all, to have an ounce of mercy in their soul to save me.

Thoughts of running back to the Beta's mansion, my former home, ran through my mind, yet my body was tired.

“Pl-please…!” my lips became chapped and mere parting them was so strenuous.

“Help me!” A raucous thunderclap resonated throughout the Pack, but my winded, cold self was too bleary to even acknowledge it.

Gradually, and sitting pathetically in the rain, I drifted into oblivion.

★

It was…warm.

So freaking warm, and the softness my body laid on was comforting. When was the last time I experienced this?

It has been painfully long, and perhaps this was a dream — I don't wanna ever wake up.

However, I felt a crawling sensation as I shifted in my sleep. It was like ants were crawling on my skin but at the same time, it felt pleasurable.

What the fuck was going on?

As I continued to shift, I couldn't even open my eyes yet, but the memories of what had happened flowed into my head.

Those twitching eyes of mine eventually snapped open as my body jolted.

“A… Bed?” My hands were clenching hard on the sheets beneath me as I gawked intensely at it.

Recollections of how I lost consciousness in that heavy rain and after getting rejected rushed into my head like a flood.

“Where am I?” Finally, I came to the realization this was a room. A rather spacious yet dark one.

It was almost noiseless, but the abrupt sound of a switch and then a footstep diverted my attention to my side.

“Welcome back, sweetheart!” Shockingly, a voice resounded in the bedroom and my head whipped to the side.

I tried to see through the darkness, and I was tongue-tied to see the person standing by the bedside.

Regardless of the darkness, I focused intently, and thankfully my wolf vision kicked in. Whelp, at least my suppressed wolf was kind enough to leave that with me.

“B-brian?” My lips trembled due to shock as his figure came into light.

His usual uneasy smirk persistently played on his thin lips, and with each step he took, I became unsettled.

“Wh-why am I here? You brought me here, didn't you? Why? You've rejected me! Why did you save me!?”

It stung: it stung so immeasurably bad that the one who effortlessly tossed you to the side turned out to be your savior. I do want revenge for my parent's death, and I would've surely died in that rain yet…

Yet, why was it Brian of all people?

I assumed he'd tower continuously over me, but he gradually lowered himself. His knees sunk into the soft king-sized bed before the little distance between us lessened.

“Don't touch me!” Knowingly, his stretched hand aimed for my face, but I quickly slapped it away. Seemingly, it irked him out — I didn't care.

What does he want from me?

Irritated, I tried to stand up, only for my right hand to be grabbed harshly.

“Bri..”

I've… I've never been kissed before. I've always dreamt of being kissed, but it'd be by my mate; it'd be passionate, filled with unending love that could be felt, and sweet.

But as Brian unexpectedly claimed my lips, my stomach was flooded with disgust, and my eyes were narrowed in repulse.

He was so forceful. I tightened my lips, trying to prevent his slimy tongue from slipping into my mouth, yet Brian was far stronger.

“N-no!” His other hand grabbed my left, then I was easily overpowered. In the next second, Brian mounted me.

My wrists were pinned above my head as the unwanted kiss continued.

Tears welled up in my eyes as he finally parted from it.

“You're my toy” His utterance sent discomforting shivers down my spine, and his eyes, and countenance were that of a manic.

“A toy that I rejected but still own! Lola, you're mine!” He growled animalistically before capturing my lips violently again.

This time, I unhesitatingly bit his lower lip. He disengaged, only for his hands to rush straight to my thighs.

“Brian don't! Don't!” this bastard's intention was freakishly clear, but I wouldn't stand for it.

His mocking chuckle served as a response, and I gritted my teeth hard.

I became livid.

It was a silly attempt, yet I tried: I tried to summon strength from within.

‘Moon Goddess, save me!’ I pleaded inwardly, crying hard, and even though She had neglected me all this while, I hoped She would come to my aid.

Reaching deep within me, I tried to talk to my wolf, knowing I couldn't do this alone.

I knew she was deep in slumber due to how pained we had been. But then, I needed her now or Brian was going to have his way with me.

Gazing hurtfully at him, he was forcefully spreading my thighs and a feeling of hatred mixed with anger engulfed me as my eyes blazed.

“You can't do this to me, Brian! To us!” I yelled out abruptly, and with all my might, I pushed him.

I felt a surge of power as I heard my wolf's voice in my head.

‘Lola…’ She called out, in the most heavenly tone I had ever known, as strength overpoured my soul and body.

My tight grip on his shoulders deepened and my claws dug into his flesh. I wasn't going to allow him to cry out in hurt before I pushed him away.

He fell hard on the bed, and his eyes glinted with fury.

“You bitch! You dare push me away!” He snarled as he came for me again, but swiftly, I raised my legs and slammed them against his chest.

My strength surprised me as that mere kick sent him hurling across the room.

There was a loud bang as Brian crashed into the wall, and he fell to the ground.

His groans of pain echoed, and they were a sweet lullaby to my soul. As he groaned in pain, he looked at me with disbelief.

“You are a monster!” He yelled, but I didn't care. A power surge flowed within my veins and I marched toward him. I held on to him as I smashed him continuously until he sat on his butt, hurting greatly.

His pants were dangling on his kneecaps, and his erect manhood was visible through his shorts.

A callous idea popped into my head and leaning closer, I grabbed it.

“You don't need this, do you?” I grinned, ruthlessness emanating profusely from my eyes, and Brian swagged his head negatively yet fearfully.

“No! Don't touch me! You bitch!” He thrashed fearfully but was there stopping a derailed train from falling off track?

I huffed and in the next second, I snapped it! Ending him!

Hours had passed since I fought for my life, and here I was lying on the bare floor in the Beta's mansion. My former home.

Tears streamed down my eyes as I felt devastated and lonely.

“Mother… I'm tired!” I said boisterously, feeling lonely. I felt no love from anyone, and I craved it madly.

I lost my parents who loved me. And then I found my mate, but I was only faced with rejection instead of love.

As if all these were not enough, I almost got raped! Why was the universe against me? At this point, I had nothing to hold on to anymore.

I was worth nothing, as well as no one in the Pack saw me as anything.

“Haha!” I let out a low chuckle as I stood up to my feet.

The desire to feel loved surged in me. Just for that day! Just for one night, I wanted to give myself away.

I needed to forget my sorrows: something to drown my soul of its sorrow, and there was only one place I could think of.

As soon as I walked out of the mansion with wobbling feet, it was already so late and with the rain drizzle, I was fortunate enough to spot a cab.

Soon, I was already seated in it.

“Venza Nightlife!” I called out my destination and soon, the car zoomed off.