The Alpha’s Hideous Mate

Aitana’s POV “I, Tristan Ryder Davis, Alpha of Silver Lake Pack, reject you, Aitana Johnson Emerson, as my mate and Luna,” Tristan exclaimed, but his rejection didn’t hurt for some reason. Was it because I didn't have my wolf yet? I stared at him blankly, which only made him more mad. “Accept my rejection, you stupid omega!” He screamed in my face while he yanked me by my hair. I didn’t emit a sound, I didn’t cry for help or whine. I was used to it, “I, Aitana Johnson Emerson, accept your rejection, Tristan Ryder Davis, as my mate.” Done. I accepted his rejection, with that our bond should be severed, but... nothing happened. I didn’t feel any pain, he didn’t feel any pain, which meant something must be wrong. Even if I am not of age, I should still be able to reject him, right? “What the f**k did you do?” He pulled my hair, making me hiss from the pain. “I accepted your rejection,” I replied to his stupid face. “No, you didn’t! We are still bonded!” He screamed angrily. “You must have done something, but believe me, Omega, when I tell you I will make your life a living hell because of this!” He seethed and left. Perhaps I should start from the beginning. ——————————————————————— Smack! “You are so useless, why can’t you do anything right?” My mother screamed in my face. Did it hurt? Yes, but it wasn’t the first time she hit me. She does this constantly. At first, she ensured my bruises weren’t seen, but then they noticed nobody in the pack cared. My mom now leaves noticeable bruises, and nobody bats an eye. Why would they? My mom loved to hit me when things didn’t go her way. I already learned I won’t get anything if I talk back, so I silently watch her as she vents. If I do speak… it will be worse for me. I wish she didn’t hit me, though. She loves to go for the side that doesn’t have the scar, but in return, I am left with a face that looks disfigured on one side and swollen on the other. Not a pretty look. “Leave! Looking at you makes me want to puke,” my mother growls, so I turn around and go to my “room,” if you can consider where I live a room. My mother decided I was not good enough to have a room, so they cleaned a broom closet and put a cot where I slept. I have a box that I use for storage, and that is it. I don’t have many clothes, so it is fine with me. If I had something worth keeping, I'm sure she would destroy it. One day I’m going to leave this pack, I just need to save enough money to survive and gain my wolf. I’m still thirteen; we turn when we are eighteen. Some Alphas gain their wolves at fifteen, but since I’m only an Omega, I don’t have that privilege. I have never met the Alpha’s son. He left when I was a kid, and I don’t remember much about him. I have heard the higher-ranking members talking about him. They say he is hot and buff and that they can’t wait until he returns. They want to see if he is mated to one of their daughters. I only wish that he were not as bad as his father is. That man doesn’t give a crap about the people on his pack. He lets the higher-ranking members bully all the omegas. Although they enjoy bullying me more, I am like their personal punching bag. I don’t know what happened to me, but I have a huge scar all over the left side of my face. It goes from my cheek to my ear and forehead, so I’m glad my eye wasn’t affected. I can still close it, although the scar is red and rough, giving me a not-so-nice appearance, it doesn't mess with my sight. They call me ugly, but I’m not. I may have a scar, but at least my heart isn’t a piece of charcoal. I don’t understand why my mom hates me, though. I have tried to ask her, but all that gets me is more punishments, usually involving reducing my food portions or not getting any at all. Not that they feed me much, though. I usually eat the scraps my mom and dad leave. I also don’t understand why people decide to punish you with that, but I’m not here to question anything. They won’t realize what I’m doing if I keep my head low. My biggest ally was being unnoticeable. It was best if they thought I was weak and stupid; that way, I could sneak out of the pack, and nobody would notice until it was too late. “Aitana!” My mother yelled, making me tense up. What the f**k does she want now? I already cleaned everything around the house. She doesn't lift a finger, but still finds something out of place so she can hit me. I let out a deep breath. If I made her wait, it would be worse, so I quickly got out of my room and followed her screams, calling my name. As soon as I saw her, I lowered my eyes. She hated it when I looked her straight in the eye. I have noticed I don’t look like my mom or dad. They both have light blonde hair—my mom’s straight, and Dad’s kind of curly—but it is completely different from mine. They also have dark brown eyes, while I have dark black hair and golden eyes that even shine in the sunlight. I also have tiny golden freckles. I wonder where I got them from. The point was, I didn’t look like them. Who knows? Even if I ask, I’m not going to get any answers, so it is a waste of time, energy, and breath. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered respectfully. Mom told me to call her ma’am when I turned four. You can imagine how that went. I couldn’t at first, so she would yell or slap me in the face. The pack knew what was happening at home. My mom never let me attend school, so I learned on my own. “Go prepare our food!” She screamed. Yes, this is my life. I hate it, but I know one day I will get out. ——————————————————————- Two years later… ———————————————————— I’m fourteen now, and still working my ass off. Thankfully, I have made one friend who is on the same boat as me. She wants to leave this pack. I have enough saved, I am only waiting for my wolf to come out. Rogues are wolves who have abandoned their packs, and they roam wild in the forest. If enough time has passed, they lose their connection to their human side and become rabid. If I escape now, I might get myself killed, which is why I am waiting for my wolf. “Grab this,” Mom ordered as she threw a paper bag at me. “An Elder is coming and he was requested to see you.” Her tone sent shivers down my spine. My mother was seething; she probably thought I was to blame for this, although I had no idea what this was. I have kept quiet all these years. Even if everybody knows what happened, I doubt they reported it to the council. “Thank you, ma’am,” I replied, trying to sound neutral, but my teeth were chattering from fear. My mother got closer and grabbed my chin forcefully. She lifted my head up, and for one second, I saw the fury in her eyes. Please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me. I closed my eyes, waiting for another slap or blow, but-- “What the f**k are you doing? Leave her alone!” Was this a dream? It must be because there is no way I just heard my father defending me. “Why? Have you suddenly developed a conscience and thought she was worth something?” my mom replied with sarcasm. I try not to listen to her, to ignore the words that come out of her mouth, but she is my mother, so it still hurts when she refers to me as some piece of dirt she found on her way home. I don’t understand her. I didn’t lift my eyes because I could feel my mother’s gaze burning a hole in my back, but I wished I could see their expressions. My dad scoffed at my mom’s suggestion, crushing all my hopes that he even cared about me. Stupid Aitana, when will you learn they don’t give a s**t about you? “No, Blake, I am not stupid, that’s all,” my father replied blankly. Oh, no… he just left me without food. Mom’s going to he pissed, she hated when dad calls her stupid. “If you hit her, the Elder will notice, and I don’t think he will buy the same story that she fell down the stairs.” I wanted to run to my cot and curl up in a ball, but I couldn’t until my mother dismissed me. I could feel the tension in the air, and it was making me nervous. Breathe, Aitana, breathe. Yes, I should breathe. If Dad is right, then Mom can’t hit me, and that’s a good thing. “Fine,” Mom finally said. "Go change Aitana, and remember, not a single word because I can make your life a living hell.” My mom always threatened me with that, as if my life weren’t already a living hell. Nevertheless, I don’t want to find out how ruthless she can be, so it is better to listen to her. Just four more years and I’m out. You can do this, Aitana. “Yes, ma’am, am I dismissed?” I asked, just to make sure. “Yes, yes, how stupid can you be? I already told you to go change.” My mother scoffed. Better safe than sorry. I’ve learned that the hard way. I turned around and hurriedly left to change clothes. I wanted to get this over with quickly, as soon as the Elder was gone, I knew my mom would retaliate. What she gave me wasn’t much. It was a pair of high-waisted pants, a huge shirt, and some white sneakers. Of course, nothing was my size, so I had to use a belt to secure the pants. The rest just looked baggy, but if the Elder asked, I would say it was my style. I quickly pulled my hair in a high ponytail and left. As I walked to the pack house, I could hear everyone whispering about me. They called me ugly, a monster, a curse, even; some said I should end my life. Stupid people. “Why is that horrible omega here? Doesn’t she know her place?” I heard someone squeal. I know I don’t belong here, and I don’t want to belong here. Why don’t they leave me alone? I continued walking, faster this time, and finally arrived at the pack house. However… I felt a pair of eyes looking at me, it was a strange feeling, like my body was telling me that someone was observing my every move, but when I turned around… No one was there. What was that?