Alpha's Rejected Mate

Anaya spent the entire evening in the basement.She fell asleep soon after she laid down and woke up naturally a few hours later.No one came up banging on her door to wake her up or called her to do chores.It only meant that she wasn't needed yet.

Even after waking up at night, Anaya didn't go back outside.She could hear some music playing upstairs.

It was the birthday song that the other kids were singing for Charlotte.

Anaya sat up with some difficulty.

The blood on her back had already died and pulled at her skin.It was painful but nothing Anaya had not felt before.

Pain was the only familiar sensation she felt these days.

Anaya slowly hummed the song in the basement.Her low voice echoed after the song.

It made the basement even more gloomy and sad.

Anaya drew a small cake shape into the dirt with her finger and blew on it when the song finished.

She was official sixteen today.

"Happy birthday Arnold."

Anaya whispered, "I miss you."

There wasn't a single day in Amara's life when she was reminded of her brother.

Everytime she looked into the mirror, every time her parents looked at her with displeasure.

It always reminded Anaya that Arnold was not here anymore behaviour after Arnold died.

She was just five at that time.She didn't understand anything, let alone the deep emotions of mourning and hate.She was told that she was too much like Arnold and she reminded them of him.

Anaya could understand that.She also felt guilty and accepted her life as it came.

born, Anaya had

looked like Anaya too.She also took after their

a princess.Why so? Wasn't she

she has given us his soul back.Look, isn't she just like Arnold? Her smile is just

while he

in.Her six year old self was left

up she finally completely

treated Charlotte as the goddess gift

the house.She might as well have died in that rogue

way her parents might be

come

fact, more than two hours had passed and Anaya didn't

and wore her

too late to think about those things

Anaya had no endless

be a day when she won't have to

be free from this prison and fly up in the sky like a free bird.She didn't know when that day will arrive, but she was

with the aftershocks and it became hard to walk.She somehow went to the door and

and dark.She crept her way out and went back into

asleep by now.It was already

latched the door and changed out

Her camisole was ruined.

the chilly night air, the wound didn't feel so painful

on her back and clumsily wrapped a roll of bandage

she changed into a thin tshirt and a pair of old cotton

mattress had two pillows and a good enough quilt to cover her up on chilly nights

liked the

made her

well.It would have been better if the

never take