The Alpha King's Rejected Mate

Camila's POV

I discerned the sound of two pairs of feet approaching, and my ears perked up, fixated solely on the rhythmic footfalls. One pair halted before me, maintaining a considerable distance, while the other pair stopped behind me.

I anticipated their next move, yet they remained eerily silent. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, tracing a path to my ear. Then, abruptly, I heard both sets of footsteps marching towards me simultaneously. Ah, so this was their strategy. I waited for the opportune moment, and when I sensed their proximity, I sprang into action. Swiftly, I ducked down and sprinted in the opposite direction. Once I was confident that a sufficient distance lay between us, I came to a halt, my breaths ragged. God, I was terribly out of shape. Who was I fooling? I yearned to train, but they refused to allow me.

A resounding crash followed my evasion, and the two individuals tumbled to the ground with a loud thud, groaning in pain.

"Remove these two useless trainers from my sight. I will deal with them later. Next group," commanded Alpha Cassius.

I strained my ears, but there was no sound, absolute silence. Either they had ceased their movements, or they were maneuvering into position with utmost stealth.

Then, from both my left and right, I heard the faint rustling of leaves—subtle yet alarmingly close. However, there was no sign of a third presence.

A twig snapped behind me, accompanied by an incoherent curse muttered under someone's breath. It was dangerously close. Reacting swiftly, I pivoted to defend myself. But my reflexes were not quick enough. The cacophony of footsteps running from every direction disoriented me, causing me to lose track of the sound's origin. I spun in circles, desperately attempting to fend off any impending attack.

Suddenly, two hands gripped my arms tightly from both sides, restraining me momentarily. Meanwhile, I felt a forceful punch connect with my face, breaking my nose and splitting my lips. The two hands that had restrained me promptly released their grip, only to join the third assailant mercilessly striking me with punches and kicks. I bit down hard on my lip, stifling the urge to scream, drawing blood in the process.

With each successive blow landing on my face, my strength waned, while their attacks grew increasingly forceful and potent. I instinctively raised my hands to shield myself, but it proved futile.

Realizing that defending myself was futile, I made a desperate dash to escape, with my assailants relentlessly pursuing me. Suddenly, a vicious kick landed on my ankle, causing it to twist painfully, and I collapsed to the ground, landing on my knees with a resounding scream of agony. The pain was excruciating, surpassing my ability to conceal it any longer. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.

My energy was dwindling rapidly, and I doubted I could endure much longer. A collapse seemed imminent, and the ceaseless barrage of blows inflicted upon me only worsened my condition.

"Hang in there, Cam. Don't give up just yet. We will find a way out of this. Remember, we have faced similar situations before, and you fought with courage and determination. Don't let go of your will to persevere. Stand up to them," Nova attempted to reassure me. But her words had little effect. While we had encountered challenges in the past, this situation was more severe. They were out to kill me. I wished for death to claim me now.

"That's enough. Max, finish this. We have more pressing matters to attend to than this," sneered Alpha, brimming with animosity, reveling in his dominance.

The three groups of trainers returned, and I remained on the ground, struggling to collect myself. My heart pounded wildly within my chest, threatening to burst through my ribcage, and my breathing grew labored, a constant struggle to prevent choking.

Time slipped away, leaving me with no opportunity to devise an escape plan. I heard the distinct sound of boots approaching, the newcomer's aura less powerful than that of Alpha and Beta.

Still on my knees, Warrior Max stood before me, exuding an air of superiority. He cracked his knuckles and studied me for a moment before spewing his venomous words.

"What's the matter, whore? Where's your arrogant confidence and attitude? You're well aware that your laziness brought you to this fate." He spat on my face, a vile act of contempt.

I regarded him with utter revulsion, summoning the last shreds of my dwindling energy to shoot a defiant glare in his direction. With the back of my hand, I wiped away the viscous saliva that had tainted my face.

My display of resistance seemed to infuriate him. Emitting a fierce growl, he unleashed a punch, propelled by all his might, squarely connecting with my jaw, shattering it in an instant. The impact was overwhelming, and unable to bear the pain any longer, I crumpled to the ground. Nova's desperate cries for me to persevere fell on deaf ears. I was utterly overpowered, crushed both physically and emotionally. They had succeeded in breaking me entirely, from the inside out.

In that moment, I beseeched anyone who might be listening, granting me but a single wish: death. Yet, I knew all too well that no one would pay heed to the pleas of a pathetic and worthless omega who had committed the unspeakable act of killing her own parents. If any divine beings did exist in the realm beyond the clouds, I implored them to bring an end to my life, granting the liberation I yearned for, the freedom from the perpetual torment. It was my ultimate plea as the darkness engulfed my mind, and I embraced it willingly, vowing never to let it slip away again.