repeatedly rejected companion

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At twenty years old, Sophia hasn't had a life that's even remotely pleasant. Both her appearance and her inner self were marked by her past, her loss, the rejections, and the abuse. She no longer felt her wolf. Even her wolf abilities had almost completely disappeared over time. Will her future change? Can she pick herself up and leave her traumatizing past behind to become a new, strong self?

POV: Sophia

After my first mate rejected me, I lost my wolf.

But that wasn't all.

Both my first mate, who was an alpha, and his pack killed my parents. They tortured and abused me for weeks until I finally escaped.

Just a few months later, I found my second mate, a beta.

Not wanting a wolfless mate, he rejected me too, causing me to lose almost all of the abilities I had until then.

I became a normal human who could hear, smell, and see better, but had nothing else.

The torture, the abuse, the rejections, the loss of my parents, and the loss of my wolf turned me into an emotionless shell.

Why was I still alive and hadn't ended it myself?

I have no idea, I didn't know what was keeping me alive.

I sat on the balcony of my studio apartment and stared up at the starry sky.

The full moon bloomed directly above me, leaving a tug in my heart.

With a sigh, I got up to go for a walk, like every previous full moon night.

Even though I no longer had my wolf and therefore could no longer transform, every full moon drew me in and forced me to go outside.

It was almost 20 degrees outside, but I still pulled a quilted jacket over my plain black T-shirt.

Afterward, I put on my running shoes and took one last look in the mirror.

I was only in my early twenties, but I already looked almost 30.

My old life had had a significant impact on my body and my appearance.

My red, now shoulder-length, wavy hair was tied back in a messy bun, and it frustrated me again and again that it hadn't been shiny for a long time.

They just looked dull and colorless.

I was 5'7", but I had long since lost my muscular physique. Now I was just thin and no longer had any curves.

Another sigh escaped my dry, chapped lips.

I shook my head, grabbed my apartment key and my already packed backpack, and left the apartment.

Once outside, I took a deep breath.

A few months ago, I managed to walk almost all night long, but that was only a dream now.

I lived on the outskirts of a large city that was connected to a large forest.

And that very forest was exactly what I visited again and again when the full moon forced me outside.

After about an hour's walk, I found myself standing in the middle of the forest, staring up at the sky without saying a word.

I enjoyed it, but then my neck tingled, making my fine hairs stand on end.

"Please, not again!" I breathed as I closed my eyes and my lips began to tremble.

A yelp arose nearby, but I still stood there, frozen to the spot, my eyes closed.

"Not another mate! Please, Moon Goddess, don't do this to me!" I begged silently as my entire skin began to tingle.

I heard some branches crack nearby, which made me open my eyes.

A large, brown, and angry-looking wolf came straight toward me.

Just before he reached me, he transformed into his human form, with more wolf forms appearing behind him.

He certainly looked beautiful and muscular, but his rage-distorted expression radiated anything but joy.

He, too, would reject me.

That much was certain.

"A human? Moon goddess, are you kidding me?" His voice, distorted with rage, cursed, but still sounded beautiful to me.

He eyed me disapprovingly, his face betraying how much he despised me.

"Grab her!" he commanded loudly, before two more wolves transformed into their human forms and swiftly grabbed me by the shoulders.

From his commanding voice and his charisma, I knew he was a Gamma.

I didn't resist, why should I?

His gaze slid over my body like that of an addict before he let out a growl and positioned himself directly in front of me.

He grabbed my chin roughly, trying to force me to look at him.

He didn't have to, because I already knew why the eye contact was necessary, and I wasn't about to dissuade him.

I had stopped longing for someone who truly loved me a long time ago.

"Look, I know you don't understand this because you're just a stupid human, but I advise you to do what I ask. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it's entirely up to you." He growled, his spit hitting me as he spoke.

"I, Oliver Trickev, rejected you as my mate!" he grumbled shortly afterward, which made me sneer and make him look confused.

He opened his mouth, probably to tell me, "stupid human," that I had to accept his rejection.

However, I beat him to it and said emotionlessly, "I accept your rejection, Gamma!"

I practically spat the word "Gamma" at him.

He just stood there and stared at me in shock. But just a few seconds later, he sank to his knees, his expression contorted in pain.

I wondered inwardly why I didn't feel any pain at his rejection, but after the third one, you'd think I'd have no feeling of pain left anyway, right?

Even the hands of his pack members left my shoulders.

I looked deep into his eyes, the pain unmistakable, and added coldly, "You got what you wanted, and now let me go or kill me."

His eyes widened, as if he were only now realizing what he'd done, but I immediately threw his own words back at him: "Choose the easy way or the hard way, it's up to you!"

"Why isn't she writhing in pain too?" asked one of the two who had held me, and I could clearly hear the surprise in his voice.

Without looking at him or taking my eyes off the pain-contorted bundle in front of me, I said dully, "Pain? What's that? Believe me, after three rejections, you won't feel anything anymore."

Then I turned around and walked away from them.

My insides were empty and hollow.

I felt soulless, but at least I wasn't in pain.

At least, that's what I thought until a hard blow hit the back of my head and a familiar darkness greeted me.