Chapter 2 Dungeons And Rejection

• Anaiah's POV
• Eunice is standing over me with her arms crossed over her chest with a triumphant smile. I scowl and try to get up, but a kick in my stomach stops me. She and her two bimbos hit me several times, and she snarls.
• I cough, making my ribs hurt. My wolf is trying to help me heal quickly, but since we don't shift as much as the others, my healing is not as good as other wolves.
• I get up to my feet with so much difficulty, but she kicks my legs, and I fall back down. She puts her heel over my neck, and I close my eyes, waiting for the worst.
• "What I have to do is press a little harder, and I can take you out of your misery," She says. My heart is beating so fast, and my wolf is growling even though she can't fight back in this situation. Chalo has a strong fighting spirit and has given it to me, but I know when to quit, and she doesn't. I don't want to die.
• My wolf, Chalo, resurfaces, and, using her strength, I kick Eunice in the legs. She is on the ground. Those weak stupid bitch minions of hers scream, scared, but no one tries to stop me. Anger courses through me. I feel the adrenaline pumping through me, and I hover over her, punching her face repeatedly. Soon, the men that were training surrounded us. Others were cheering while others are watching silently, but Eunice only barks and has had no bite since we were young.
• A tingling sensation rushes down my skin as I feel myself being lifted off Eunice's body by huge strong hands, but my wolf is not done with her yet, so I kick and scream.
• "Let me fucking go!" I scream at whoever is carrying me away from there. I jump off the shoulder of the man who carried me and is ready to punch him in the face, but I'm taken back to see it is Amos. He looks so sexy in his basketball shorts, his hair is disheveled, and goddamn it, his chest is as hot as fuck. I can see his muscular body, and I swallow thickly. Seeing that I'm staring, he smirks at me, and I blush involuntarily, looking away from him.
• "Causing trouble, Omega?" He says in an angry voice.
• "She came at me first!" I retorted.
• "You'll be punished for what you did. Do you know who she is?" He growls, pushing me against the tree. I wince at the pain in my back. He wraps his hand around my neck and chokes me.
• "She's your fucking Luna," he grits.
• I try to hit him, but he doesn't let go. It's like hitting a wall. He finally lets me go, and I fall to the ground, inhaling as much air as I can.
• He crouches down next to me and looks at me with a softness I've never seen before while I glare at him. His eyes are a shade darker, and I know he is linking with someone. He clears his throat and orders.
• "You will be locked in the dungeon for the coming days," I widen my eyes in horror.
• "But she started it!" I croak, I've been in the dungeons a few times, and It's not a place I like to be. It's dark and scary, and the guards there are the most immoral while they beat the offenders. They sexually assault women they like. It has happened to me a few times. I wasn't raped thank goodness.
• He stands up to leave but turns to look at me, "Before I forget, I Amos Rivers, reject you, Anaiah Ross, as my mate and future Luna."
• I was in shock, and his words kept repeating in my head. I didn't say anything or even react. Amos was my mate. He's twenty-four years old, so he knew all along that we were mated but watched them beat and abuse me.
• Amos is standing over me with no emotions on his face, no remorse whatsoever.
• "Guards!"
• A few guards ran to us, bowing before the Alphas. Behind them, Eunice is there too, her eyes are red, and her perfect blonde hair is disheveled. Her plastic face has cuts, and she has a busted lip. She comes to stand next to the Alpha and whispers something in his ears, and after a long thought, he nods his acceptance.
• "Lock her up, whip her every day until I say no more," Her voice is smooth as she orders, but my eyes are fixed on my mate. A sting on my cheek brings me back to the present, and I touch my cheeks. Suddenly, tears fall, and I don't have the chance to wipe them. Strong huge hands grab my arms and drag me a few feet away from the two couples. Once in the dark dungeon, they throw me to the ground like a sack of potatoes, and they exit the room. I feel it, my chest constricts, and a fire within me burn terribly. I let out a sob for the first time in forever. I cry for the horrible life I've lived since I was thirteen years old, for my parents, their abandonment, their hate, and, lastly, for Amos, my mate. I thought when I found my mate, he would love and protect me as a mate should, but today, he's taken away all my will to fight, my wolf withdraws to the dark part of my mind, and I howl, feeling more alone than ever.
• Days passed by fast, and every day, the guards came to wipe me with very painful lashes. My back had cuts and tears of flesh on it. I bet I looked disgusting. I am only allowed one meal a day; bread and water. I haven't felt Chalo since our mate rejected us.
• She is depressed and sad like me. I get up from the cold floor and clutch my chest as I say the words.
• "I, Anaiah Ross, accept your rejection, Amos Rivers!"