I Rejected You, Alpha

ELEIA’S POV

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“Stop!” my lungs burn as I scream at the top of my lungs. My eyes sting as I watch Regan toss Rosie around like a rag. Her body hits the wall with a big thud before dropping onto the ground, a gasp escaping her lips as the breath is knocked right out of her. I can see it in her eyes, she’s terrified, unable to breathe.

“Stop!” I beg, my warm cheeks now wet as I stare at Regan’s dark eyes, “Don’t look at me, you mut!” he roars so loud that my ears ring even after he stopped. I directly look at the floor, my entire body aching as it shakes in fear. Regan is the Alpha’s son, he’s brutal and careless and much, much bigger than us.

“Kneel.” he grits out and my legs just give out and I drop to the floor, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I repeatedly mutter as my body shakes.

Regan scoffs and then it turns into a chuckle, but it suddenly fades when heavy footsteps enter, “Dad.” Regan’s voice is low, as if he’s scared. “What is going on here Regan?” the alpha asks in a very low voice, he sounds very mad.

“I’m just…”, “No, why did you stop? I heard her ask you to and you did.” my gaze flicks up to the strong and dark Alpha, his eyes hooded and the darkness glimmering inside of his orbs are like hell fire.

“What are you looking at?” his eyes suddenly flick down to mine and he lifts his large foot and it gets closer in a flash before he kicks me in the face, sending me flying to the ground and I bash my head against the floor, a cry escaping my lips as my eyes glaze over.

“No!” I hear Rosie’s voice and I pray that she keeps quiet, but there’s no answer, “What?” the Alpha’s scoff is loud, but maybe it’s because he’s angry.

“Did you just speak to me without being called on?” his voice gets darker, more devilish.

“No, I…I…” Rosie starts to stutter and I pry my eyes open, the burning sensation making me blink repeatedly as I try to focus on her. All I see is a very big shadow that’s closing in on her before snatching her by the throat, lifting her off the floor, “Here, Regan, do it.” The alpha grits out, dragging Rosie over to his son. I try to get up, my throat dry as I try to speak up, but it’s only a croaking sound that comes out.

“Hit her.” The alpha encourages his son’s selfish behaviour, making him even more of a monster. “Dad, come on.” Regan scoffs and a glint of hope lights my heart.

Don’t do it, please don’t hurt her. Please, save her.

“Do it Regan!” the alpha Roars, making me sink into the floor more. “What is going on in here?” The luna’s voice fills my ears and I try to glance up and I only see Rosie’s body drop, a grunt escaping her. “Nothing.” the alpha mutters, “These girls got themselves into a little trouble.” the alpha shrugs, lying through his teeth.

Can’t she see that her son did this?

Can’t she see what kind of monster her mate is?

I can feel her eyes on me, “Regan?” she calls to her son, “Is this true?” she asks, “Yes, do you think we’re lying?” he asks offended.

“Well go to your chambers girls. Now.” the luna growls and I slowly get up, every muscle in my body screaming as it aches and I crawl over to Rosie, not daring to look up at the alpha, his son or the luna as I help my friend to her feet.

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As we burst through the open door, Rosie collapses, rolling onto her back as she begins to cry.

“Eleia.” she whines, holding her ribs and I could hear snorts and laughters behind me as I’m crouched down beside my best friend.

“Shh, it’s okay.” I glance up at the door, baring my teeth before glancing back down at my tremblind friend.

“It’s okay.” I grab her hand, “Just be quiet.” I pull her up, a gritted out g***n rasping out of her thin pressed lips as I get her to her feet. I hook her arm around my neck, my own body aching as I drag her to her bed, slowly putting her down.

“What did she do?” I hear a girl older than us scoff and I turn to her, “We did nothing, get a ice pack.” I demand and her bushy brows raise, “Excuse me?” she scoffs, giggling. “I’m not helping you.” she snorts, “Well if you don’t, you’ll be very, very sorry.” I seethe, standing upright, “Oh yeah? What are you going to do?”, “Murder you in your sleep, no one will miss you.” I deadpan and her smile falls so fast that it makes me smile from the inside. “As if.” she tries to brush off my threat, “Then start sleeping with one eye open.” I grit out and a little girl steps forward, she looks about five years old, “I’ll get it.” she murmurs and the girl older than us stops her, “No, Jessy, stay here. I’ll get it.” she talks to her so nicely and that’s when I notice the resemblance between them.