The Unwanted Chance

CHAPTER ONE.

   AN OMEGA’s CURSE.

 Raine’s point of view.

  The sound of my sobs echoed in my room, piercing the somber silence.

  I sat curled up on my bed, my hands clenching tightly to the bedsheets as I walked in grief.

“My mate...” I whispered, with hot tears running down my cheeks.

  My sister, Freya, rushed into the room, her eyes  brimming with tears. “Raine, please,” she begged, wrapping her arms around my shaking form.

“Please do not cry. I am here for you.”

  But I could not hear my sister’s words. All I could feel was the emptiness of my mate’s absence, the ache of his loss digging deeper and deeper into my soul.  

  “He is gone,” I sobbed, my voice raw with anguish. “He is gone and I am all alone.”

  Our mother who had been watching from the doorway, finally stepped into the room.

 “Stop your blubbering,” she snapped, her voice as sharp as broken glass. “You are bringing shame to this family with you pathetic display.”

  I winced at my mother’s harsh words, but my tears continued to flow like a river down my cheeks, a river whose source was my pain.

 Freya shot my mother a glare. 

“How can you say that, Mother?” Freya demanded, her voice trembling with anger. “Sister Raine is grieving.”

  But our mother only scoffed, her lips curling up into a sneer. “Grieving? For what? A weak omega like her should be grateful she had a mate at all, good riddance I say.”

  My heart wrenched at my mother’s mean words and I felt the weight of my grief bearing down on my shoulders. 

My mate, my soulmate, my life partner, my other half, was gone and I was left alone.

“Please mother,” I whispered, my voice small and broken. “He was my everything. He is the only mate I had that loved me for who I was. And now...now he is gone. Do you not understand! Do you not feel my pain?”

  But my mother’s expression remained cold, a remainder that my pain meant absolutely nothing to her.

  I buried my face in my hands, tears soaking my cheeks as I fought to control my sobs. 

My mind reeled, spinning with emotions, mostly sadness, despair, anger and a bitter resentment that threatened to consume me.