Chapter 2

Ruth's POV

As I lay on the ground, trying to catch my breath, I heard Rebecca and her friends laughing at me. I felt humiliated and defeated. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. All I wanted was to fit in, to be part of the pack, but it seemed like I would never be accepted. My heart was racing, and I felt a lump in my throat as I tried to hold back my tears. I knew I had to find a way to get out of this situation, but I didn't know how. I slowly got to my feet, holding my ribs as they ached from the kicks I'd received. I turned to face Rebecca, trying to put on a brave face. "I'm not afraid of you," I said, my voice shaking. "I won't let you control me." I could see the anger in her eyes, but I stood my ground, refusing to back down. "You're pathetic," she sneered. "You're nothing but a weak, useless omega. No one will ever want you." Those words stung, but I refused to let her see how much they hurt. "I don't need anyone's approval," I said, my voice stronger now. "I'm my own person, and I'll be fine on my own." I could see that my words had taken her by surprise. She clearly wasn't used to anyone standing up to her. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as my adrenaline began to wear off. I knew I needed to get away from her before things escalated further. I turned to walk away, but Rebecca grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "Where do you think you're going?" she said, her voice low and dangerous. I could feel her grip tightening on my arm, and I tried to pull away. But her hold was too strong, and I knew I wouldn't be able to break free. I could feel the panic rising in my chest, but I refused to let her see me scared. "Let me go," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "You're hurting me." My wolf, Alexa, resurfaces, using her strength I kicked Rebecca on her leg, she once on the floor, her two friends flee they couldn't not withstand my strength my I'm angry, the men on the field they stood afar staring at us, nobody was able to come close. I feel my adrenaline pumping through me and I hover her, punching her face repeatedly. Rebecca was so weak she only bark, since we are still little we couldn't bite, soon the men on the field approach training to find to way to stop us from fighting. I felt a tingling sensation rush down my skin as I feel myself being lifted up from Rebecca by huge strong hand, but my wolf was not done with her yet. "Let's go off me!" I screamed at whoever was carrying me away from there. I jumped off the shoulder of the man trying to carrying me and ready to give him a punch at his face, lo and behold, I was taken aback, it was Vincent, Vincent can never be caught unkept, he is so charming and I couldn't get my eyes off him, he noticed I was admiring him, he smirks at me, and I blushed involuntarily, and look away. He yelled at me, "you lonely omega how dare you, always causing trouble". I retorted back, "she came to me first". He grits, "you punished severely for this, do you who the fuck she is your Luna, how dare you push her to the ground." pushing me against tree, I was winced at the pain in my back. He wrapped his hand around my neck and choked me. He growls. I kicked him so hard on his leg to let me go, but it was like hitting a wall. He finally let me go, I fell on the ground, I tried to inhale all the air as much as I can. He squats down next to me, looking at me with so much softness I never seen in him, I glared back at him, his eyes are a shade of grey, I knew he is linking to someone. He clears his throat and orders. He yelled at me, "you bitch will be locked up in the dungeon for ten days until you learn how to stay out of trouble. I widen my eyes in horror. "But she started the fight," I croak. I have been in the dungeon a few times and I could tell my experience there was so bad and painful, all the guards there are bad and brutal. They rape girls my age and above my age. With this experience I won't want to go there. He stands up to leave but turns to look at me, "before I forget, I Vincent Storms, rejects you, Ruth Macaulay, as my mate and future Luna. I was in shock, and his words kept repeating in head, I couldn't say a word or even react. I was surprised so Vincent knows all along that I was his mate, and he watch them abuse and maltreat me in his presence. Vincent stood in front of me with no remorse or emotions. He orders, "guards!" A few guards ran down, and bow before him, Rebecca stood behind Vincent and whispered in Vincent ears and he nodded in affirmation. Her eyes were red, with some cuts on her body and hair scattered, I was glad I punch her so well. Take her away, lock her up in the dungeon for ten days, make sure you lash her every day and make do all the heavy duty in dungeon, feed her with only bread and water once a day, his voice remains calmed and unbothered. The guards dragged me away, my feet barely touching the ground. I tried to resist, but their grip was too strong. I thrashed against them, but it was no use. My mind was racing, trying to come up with some way to escape this fate. I had never felt so powerless. I was shoved into a dark, damp cell, the door clanging shut behind me. I could hear the guards laughing as they walked away. I sank to the floor, my body trembling. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give the guards the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I curled up into a ball on the floor, trying to block out the world around me. But it was impossible to ignore the sounds of the other prisoners - their cries and moans filling the air. The stench of the dungeon - a mix of sweat, blood, and something else I couldn't quite identify - was overwhelming. I felt sick to my stomach. Days to past by so fast, every I receive lashes at my back and it's becoming sour, this time I couldn't fight back those tears, I wish my world could come to an end. My wolf Alexa has been quite since the day Vincent rejected me as is mate. I have no to care for me, my parents can't help rescue, I felt like the most horrible person. When I reflected back at Vincent words of rejection my aches, but this time I let go pains and stood my feet and clutch my chest as I say this word. "I, Ruth Macaulay, accept your rejection, Vincent Storms", I don't feel the bond breaking on my side, however, Vincent will the bond tear between us and experience the pain like no other.