Mated To The Exiled Omega

REJECTED

ELENA'S POV

My world dissolved into a blurry mess, the tears gathering in my eyes, hot and heavy. I tried to blink them back, but it was useless. The hopelessness wrapped around me, suffocating, crushing every shred of faith I had left.

"You're hurting me, Liam" I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Pain throbbed in my head, but it was nothing compared to the ache that was tearing me apart inside.

"When did I ever say I cared?" he growled, his tone colder than I'd ever heard it.

He yanked his trousers on, his movements jerky and impatient. My breath hitched in my throat, my chest tight.

"If you didn't care about me, then why did you take away my innocence?" My voice broke as I asked the question. I needed answers, anything to make sense of this.

But his face remained impassive, utterly devoid of remorse. He didn't flinch, didn't soften. There was nothing there...no regret, no connection. This was the man who was supposed to be my best friend. My mate.

I trusted him.

"Spare me the theatrics" He scoffed, waving me off dismissively. "You've always wanted me, always throwing yourself at me. Don't act like you didn't."

His words felt like my heart shattering, leaving me breathless.

"That's not true! And you know it!" I shot back, my voice rising with the surge of anger.

Before I could react, his hand flew across my cheek. The sharp sting of his slap made my head whip to the side. I stared at him, shocked, my skin burning where he struck me.

"Liam..." My voice trembled.

"I won't go easy on you next time you raise your voice at me" He warned seething, his tone low and dangerous. "Pathetic, wolfless Omega" He spat, storming out of the room without a backward glance.

And just like that, he was gone.

I crumpled to the floor, my legs too weak to hold me up. The tears flowed freely now, no matter how hard I tried to stop them.

Why? Why is this happening to me?

I choked back a sob, swiping at my wet cheeks with shaking hands.

Liam was just angry, right? He was joking. He had to be joking.

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I glanced at the clock and a scoff drew out of my mouth involuntarily, It wasn't even 2 p.m yet. Why was this day dragging on forever?

Pulling myself off the bed, I stumbled to the bathroom. The pain between my legs was still sharp, and no matter how many times I tried to wash my private part, the pain away, it still wouldn't subside. This would be the fifth time I showered today, but I didn't care. I needed to feel clean.

My mind drifted to Liam and I felt a lump form up in my throat. Maybe if I went to see him, things would be better. Liam would have calmed down by now.

Besides, he's never been violent with me before. I'm sure he must've been upset, angry about something else. Maybe I was just... bad in bed? The thought made my stomach churn, but I needed to know.

I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying myself slowly. My body felt heavy, still, I had to go see him. Maybe things could go back to normal.

I grabbed some clothes, put them on and headed out. 'Liam loves me...he did!' I kept reassuring myself.