The Mate He Never Expected: His Crazy Obsession

My head was spinning, and Hunter's words stuck to my skull like thorns.

I felt a tear in my chest. It was my heart. It had been torn beyond repair, as I still tried to understand what had happened to me.

Di- did Hunter just say that he was going to reject me and banish me? All because of the sin I never committed?

"I- I didn't poison her. It wasn't me".

The words I longed to say finally escaped my lips, but in the end, all I received from Hunter was his cold glare.

He stared at me as if I was disgusting garbage, strictly meant for discarding.

That was when reality completely hit my head and I realized the truth which I had been trying to escape from.

Everyone hated me. I was the scorn of everyone, and was the trash they loved to trample on. The idiot whom no one loved, not even my own family.

What pain could be worse than this?

The air I breathe suddenly became poison to me, and I really wanted to die.

I had endured everything.

I thought that I was going to be his Luna and get everyone's attention and love.

The kind of life I had always dreamed of having. But what a joke. Who knew everything was going to end up turning like this?

"Ple- please. Someone should believe me". I pleaded. My eyes had become blurry from tears, but I could see the hatred in their eyes as they glared at me, before they began to leave the pack hall one by one, until the hall was empty, and I was the only one inside.

"It hurts. It hurts like hell". I whimpered and clenched my chest.

I felt like I was dying, but was it not for the best? Someone should kill me.

I never should have been born. I never should have been alive.

I had to turn around after hearing the sound of footsteps approaching my side.

I lifted my head and saw a guard, who was Darren, Kingsley's best friend since childhood. He stood in front of me, staring at me, but I turned my head away from him because of how pathetic I looked.

"You need to leave, Priya. If you don't leave by yourself, the guards will have no choice but to throw you out of the pack themselves". He said to me, and squatted.

As I felt his touch on my body, I flinched and found the strength to get up from the ground.

He rose to his feet, and my eyes never left his side.

"Please". He said, as he showed me the way out of the pack hall.

Him showing me the way out of the hall should not have meant something awful to me because the drama was over, but, my heart tore into pieces at the realization that I was being banished from my home.

The place where my mom gave birth to me.

The place which had been my only home ever since I existed.

How could they do this to me?

To one of their own werewolf members?

Feeling dejected, unable to accept what had happened to me, but with no other choice but to accept it, since no one was on my side, I walked out of the pack hall, while holding firm to the last pride I had.

It was clear to me. No matter what I do.

No matter how much I tried, everyone was going to hate me, because my very existence was a shame. They considered me a jinx who killed my mother.

As I made my way back home to get the little stuff I owned, kids insulted me, threw rocks at me. Nobody did anything to stop them.

Not even their parents.

Their parents only stood still in the corner, glaring at me, while most of them hissed at me and called me names.

A murderer. A black-hearted witch. A jinx.

I swallowed their words and could only bite my lower lip in endurance as I continued to move forward to my father's house.

But who would have thought that I would meet my family on the way, outside the house, as if they were all waiting for me?

Seeing that scene, my eyes sparkled with hope, because I thought they finally cared about me.

But, I was foolish for thinking so. If foolishness was a person, then it would have been me.

"What are you doing here? Why have you not left the pack?". My father questioned me, and his voice was cold.

It was void of whatever emotions which he had left in his stony heart.

I halted in my tracks, and the hopeful smile on my face vanished.

"Dad?". I called, though it was a big mistake. He squeezed his face, clearly irritated by what I had called him.

"Don't call me that. I have no such child like you. It wasn't enough that you killed my wife, and now, you have the guts to try to kill Felicia? You are a monster!". He roared at me, and I flinched, shocked.

I was aware he never loved me, but I never knew it had gotten to this extent.

My eyes widened in shock, and my lips parted open. Though I did not know what to say.

Then I stared at my brothers, Kingsley and Dylan, with my teary eyes, hopeful that they were going to, at least, say something to defend me as their little sister, but heck, when will I ever learn?

"Leave, Priya. It's for the best. Go far away, and never return". Kingsley, the eldest, plainly said to me. And exactly like my father, he too was void of emotions.

The same as Dylan.

Between my brothers, Kingsley was the Beta werewolf of Hunter, while Dylan was one of our pack's doctors.

Except that it wasn't my pack anymore.

If not for the fact that I had fought hard and tried my best to hold back my tears, they almost escaped my eyes.

I didn't want them to see how weak I was. After all, none of them even cared. And I have come to accept the truth of reality.

"I will leave. But please let me take my bag". I pleaded, suppressing my emotion from bursting out.

There was silence after what I said. Nobody said anything, and I mistook their silence for yes and began to walk to the house in front of me.

"A criminal is not welcome in my house. Don't take anything. Leave, Priya! I said, leave! Don't make me call the guards and make them throw you away!". My father yelled at me, and as I turned around, they were staring at me.

Each one of them, frowning.

I whimpered, trying to remain strong.

But, I really could not. Every second, I was constantly being pierced by thorns.

None of them tried to defend me.

None of them batted an eye when I was humiliated in their presence.

It was clear that they hated me, but how could they be so cruel as to want me to leave the pack empty handed?

Do they want me to die out there? Would they finally be happy if I died?

But, what did I do to deserve death?

I really, really tried to control my emotions while staring at the faces of the people who were my family.

We were related by blood.

I wasn't adopted.

He was my biological father, and they were my biological brothers, who came from the same father and mother.

"You- you can hate me all you want! But, I must leave with my things! I need them to survive!". I cried out, unable to endure the bitterness anymore.

I used to think that I was tough. That I could always endure the injustice done to me, but it turned out I was wrong. Today proved me wrong, after I experienced hell.