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.

after Charlotte was born,

too.She also took

a princess.Why so? Wasn't she also just like Arnold?

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

words while he played with

in.Her six year old

grew up she

Charlotte as the goddess gift

was not loved or wanted in the house.She might as well have died

in that way her parents might

come to an

two hours had passed and Anaya

and wore

too late to think about

die at that time, Anaya had no endless now,

be a day when she won't have to suffer like

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

aftershocks and it became hard to walk.She somehow

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

by now.It

the door and

Her camisole was ruined.

to the chilly night air, the wound didn't

apply ointment on her back and clumsily wrapped a

into a thin tshirt and a pair of old cotton pants and laid down on the

and a good enough quilt

liked the

made her numb to

would have been better if the cold away her breath

had vowed to never take