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I was roughly thrown into the cell which only resulted in a loud crack. The guard froze as he stared at me, but then he shook his head and slammed the door shut. I groaned, trying to force myself up. Unfortunately my leg was shattered, my ribs were probably shattered, and multiple bones were fractured. My wolf growled in frustration, stating how it'll take days for them to fully heal.
I laid there for hours on end, trying my hardest to ignore the pain and the burning tears. I stiffened as someone's scent filled my nostrils. It smelled of mint and citrus, making my wolf stop healing and start howling. I internally growled, trying to get her to focus on the bones so I could at least move. She started to argue with me but the deep voice that sounded distracted the both of us.
The door swung open to reveal a pair of strong legs; damn it why can't my spin heal so I can look up? I groaned in annoyance, shifting my gaze to the dirty floor. I let out a scream as someone suddenly yanked me to my feet. As he placed me on my feet my leg gave out and I fell again, he was about to try once again but I snapped at him.
"Don't!" I cried out. "Please, it'll only hurt more."
"Good." he stated, dragging me to my feet again.
I didn't cry out this time, I placed my good hand on the wall and held myself up. Tears stung my eyes but I no longer cared. I looked up at him and that's when my world stopped, those brilliant green eyes had me frozen in place. However, the hatred in them had me snapping out of my stance.
I swallowed, he hates me. He's going to reject me.
"Please, don't do this." I whimpered as he took a step forward.
He narrowed his black eyes, "Sorry not sorry." he sneered.
I closed my eyes, praying this would be over soon.
"I, Hades Xavier Black, reject you-what is your name?" he suddenly demanded.
I swallowed my sob, "Celina Rose Blood."
He clenched his jaw, hesitating as he watched me. "I, Hades Xavier Black, reject you, Celina Rose Blood, as my mate and Luna." he spat.
I tore my eyes away from him, suddenly feeling angered. I'm so tired of people rejecting and abandoning me, this time, I'm not letting that happen. With a sudden burst of courage I looked back up at him, our eyes meeting.
"I, Celina Rose blood, refuse your rejection." I stated coldly.
His eyes widened as he stared at me, bewildered by my refusal. It took all I had to not smirk at him, I'm tired of this. I know I'm going to suffer even more than this, but the darkness that was filling my heart made me almost smile. He's going to feel my pain every day as the bond becomes stronger, he won't be free until I accept his rejection. Which will never happen, I'll make sure of that.
He growled loudly, holding me up by my throat. I struggled to breathe, clawing at his hand. "Don't you get it, rogue? I'll never love you, I don't want you as my mate. I'm in love with someone else, someone who deserves to be Luna of my pack. The pack already loves her and she's perfect, you on the other hand...you're just a mistake." he snarled before dropping me.
Those words, "You're just a mistake" had me quiet. It's not the first time I've heard those words and I know it won't be the last. I clenched my jaw and nodded.
"I already know I'm a mistake, trust me, I know." was all I could say.
He glowered at me for a few more minutes before turning and slamming the door. Of course my second chance mate doesn't love me, who could? I then cried, my mask breaking as my heart shattered. I slumped to the ground, ignoring the seering pain in my body.
Like my father said before, no one could ever love a mistake like me.
I opened my eyes slowly, I felt horrible. My whole body hurt like hell, I felt sick and dehydrated. I groaned as I tried to move, but my bones weren't healed yet. That was when I realized I was laying straight on my back, my legs and arms were straight as well. I furrowed my eyebrows before sighing and looking up at the ceiling.
The scent of food had my stomach growling, but I refused to eat it. Even though my stomach growled I wasn't anywhere near hungry, I was numb. My first mate didn't want me, my second mate doesn't want me, my family and pack don't want me, no one does. I closed my eyes again, a few tears slipping down my face.
I wonder how long it'll take before I die, surely a werewolf can't survive without food or water and wounds like these. It has already been almost four weeks since I ate my last meal, if you could even consider it a meal. They were just left overs from whatever the pack didn't eat, which wasn't much. My wolf was still healing me, grumbling how we could at least die in peace.
I closed my eyes and willed myself to go to sleep, but I couldn't. My mind was going a mile a minute with what ifs' and how my pack was doing now. They're probably glad that I'm gone so my disgusting face doesn't make them sick to their stomachs anymore. I let out a choked sob, is anyone ever going to love me one day?
When I woke up again my cell door was pulled open and in walked a guard. He didn't say anything as he grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet, it didn't hurt as bad this time but it was still pretty painful.
"Why can't you guys let me lay on the ground?" I snapped.
He raised an eyebrow, "Well, if you're going to fully heal then you should lay on the bed. The ground is filthy anyway."
"Why do you care?"
He sighed, "Listen, she told me to do this, so I did. Also, she said drink this. It'll help quicken the process."
"Who's she?" I asked as I gently grabbed the little bottle.
"Your food will be here in an hour, actually eat it this time." he said, ignoring my question.
I frowned as I looked at the vile, who in the world cares enough to help me? And how am I supposed to drink this if I'm laying flat on my back? I groaned, I'm going to have to do this myself aren't I? I slowly but surely forced myself into a sitting up position. I leaned my back against the wall, panting from the amount of strength it took for me to actually get to this point.
After I could breathe like a normal person I grabbed the vile and stared at it, this better taste good.
