They Regret Throwing Me Away

The taste of copper filled my mouth before I even realized I was biting down.

“Please… I need some help…” I whispered as I staggered, but my weak voices were swallowed by the cruel cold night wind.

My body shivered with pain as I stumbled toward the Hart Pack gates, the cold iron looming like a cruel promise. My ribs burned, my legs shaking, my arms trembling. I was so helpless.

The silk nightgown I wore—once pure, now darkened in shame—clung to me, a second skin heavy with blood, sweat, and humiliation. When I finally made it to the gate, I fell to my knees at the gates, gasping, blood pooling in my mouth. My hands clawed at the cold bars.

“Please… help me,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice breaking under the weight of desperation. “I—I need… someone… anyone…”

The gate slowly creaked open. James, one of the younger guards, appeared, eyes wide, his jaw slack at the sight of me. My bloodied face, torn nightgown, and trembling form must have looked like a nightmare made flesh.

“Miss Mia… is that you?” His voice was a mixture of fear and disbelief.

I tried to stand, weak and trembling, swaying in the moonlight. “Please… I need my family… please… someone… help me…”

The soft shuffle of approaching footsteps made my heart leap with hope.

But when Liam emerged first, all warmth drained from my chest.

His dark eyes scanned me, cold and unfeeling. Behind him, Rhett followed, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. And then… Ava stepped into the light, silk pajamas clinging perfectly, her face untouched by concern, her lips curled in mock surprise.

“Oh, Mia,” Ava said, tilting her head, voice dripping with false sweetness, yet she totally wasn’t surprised about how pathetic I looked. “What brings you here? You’re married to Alpha Cole, aren’t you? And here you are… kneeling at our gates, bloodied, why?” She laughed lightly, the sound like shattered glass against my raw nerves. “Oh, tell me, darling… did he hurt you? Or are you just… performing for us?”

I looked at her, numb and desperate.

A year ago, I might argue back fiercely with her, but now I simply didn’t have the strength.

I sank lower, the ache in my ribs sharp, I tried to make myself look as submissive as possible, hoping to gain her sympathy. “I—he… he—Alpha Cole, my mate, he hurt me! He’ll kill me… He almost did! Please, Ava… I’m not here to argue with you, I really need help…”

My arms reached out, trembling, as if I could grasp even a fragment of compassion from her.

But Ava stepped back with exaggerated disgust.

“Ugh! Your blood, your filth… don’t touch me! Do you have any idea what this looks like?”

Her voice rose, theatrical and cruel, and she waved her hands as though warding off some pest. “All of our servants… come look! Witness the little Omega who thinks she can escape her husband. Such a shame. Such… weakness.”

I gasped as a crowd of servants gathered behind her, wide-eyed and whispering.

My heart sank deeper, humiliation crushing me more than the pain.

Every one of them stared at me as though I were an exhibit in a gallery of disgrace.

… How could she do this? Why, even at this stage, would she choose to laugh at me?

My hands clutched at Ava’s legs, desperate for any warmth, any protection, but she recoiled sharply.

“Don’t touch me, you filthy creature!” she hissed, stepping aside to keep me from clinging to her.

I sobbed, scraping my knees across the cold stone as I crawled toward her, every movement a fresh agony. “Please… I—please! I’m your sister… I’m still your sister… I need help…”

Rhett moved forward suddenly, his boot connecting with my chest in a brutal, precise kick.

Pain exploded in my ribs, and I coughed violently, blood spewing into the air as I collapsed against the floor, barely able to breathe. “You—don’t… belong here,” he said, his voice cold and flat. Every word was a hammer against my fractured body.

Liam’s expression hardened as he surveyed me. “Drag her out,” he ordered, his tone final, irrevocable. “She will not disgrace this household further. Make sure she understands she will never, ever return.”

No… Despair crawled over me, they really meant to watch me die!

I tried to fight, tried to crawl toward him again, to clutch his leg, to beg for the mercy I’d thought blood alone could buy. “Liam… please… don’t… please…” My voice was raw, barely a whisper between heaves of coughing and sobs.

The servants advanced, and I tried to resist, flailing weakly, but every movement sent fresh waves of agony through my shattered body.

Ava clapped her hands in delight, eyes glinting cruelly.

“Oh, look at her! Even after everything, she thinks she can still be pitifully brave.” Her laughter echoed through the yard like a relentless drumbeat of shame.

One by one, they grasped my arms and legs, lifting me from the ground.

My screams were swallowed by the night air as they carried me toward the edge of the estate.

My bare feet scraped the cold stone and dirt, my nightgown tearing further, exposing bruises that had already turned black and purple.

I twisted, tried to shove them away, tried to find even one face I recognized with sympathy.

“Please… just… let me stay… I’ll—I'll be quiet… I won’t—” My words dissolved into coughs, my chest heaving painfully.

Ava’s sharp voice cut through my chaos. “Quiet? You? Oh, you poor, foolish thing. You never understood what obedience meant. And now… you will learn. The world will witness your disgrace before it swallows you whole.”

James, who had helped me earlier, turned his head, clearly torn, but even his hesitation couldn’t override the Alpha’s command.

My body was dragged over cold stone and rough dirt, blood and grime marking every inch of my path. The servants whispered amongst themselves, their shock and discomfort doing nothing to stop them.

I collapsed repeatedly, tried to curl into myself, tried to make myself invisible, but every attempt drew more attention and derision.

I tried to reach for Liam once more, sobbing, clinging desperately to the hope of family, the warmth I’d imagined might still exist.

“Enough!” Liam barked. His alpha aura flared as his hand gestured sharply, and Rhett stepped in, delivering another punishing kick to my side.

I cried out.

He didn’t only kick me twice. He kicked at the exact same spot to make me hurt.

Pain searing through me. I vomited, blood spreading over my gown and skin.

With that, they threw me beyond the estate gates.

The iron bars slammed shut behind me with a finality that felt like the end of everything. I lay in the dirt, trembling, coughing, bleeding, utterly alone.

The laughter, the voices, the mockery followed me like a curse, echoing through the dark night air.

Ava’s laughter rang out the longest, a sound I would never forget, cutting into my mind, mingling with every pulse of pain and humiliation.

I curled into myself, shivering in the moonlight, my hands pressed to the bruised ground, gasping for breath.

Alone. Broken. Humiliated. Dying.

The only four things my family left me. Nothing more.

Would this be the last day of my life? Would this be how I died?

Why, if so, the world was so cruel to me, that even my brothers and sister by blood would hate to see me alive?

What had I done wrong?