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.

Charlotte was born, Anaya had the

like Anaya too.She also took

Charlotte was treated like a princess.Why so?

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

while he played with his

had listened in.Her six year old self was

up

Charlotte as the goddess

not loved or wanted in the house.She might as well have died in that rogue attack that killed

that way her parents might be a bit remorseful towards

had come to an

fact, more than two hours had passed

and wore

to think

she didn’t die at that time, Anaya had no endless now, it wasn't

when she

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 looking

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

quiet and dark.She crept her way out

was asleep by

attic, Anaya latched the door and

Her camisole was ruined.

her n***d back exposed to the chilly night air, the wound didn't

and clumsily wrapped a roll of bandage over

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

and a good enough quilt to cover her up on chilly nights like

Anaya liked the

her

it numbed away her thoughts and emotions as well.It would have been better if the cold

had vowed to never take