How to Handle Rejection - Maybe

Chapter 2

"W-what's wrong?" I gasp. I felt my heart slowly break. His face grew angry. "What is your name?" he snapped at me. I took a step back, lowering my gaze again. "Tillian Wizat..." I murmured. "Speak up!" he snarled. "My name is Tillian Wizat, daughter of Alpha Dean Wizat." I said a little more clearly. I saw him cross his arms.

"Omega Tillian Wizat, I, Alpha Crone Grez, reject you as of now as my mate. An Alpha like me will never have an omega like you as a mate. It is a discrace to my bloodline. Good bye." And he left. He just turned around and walked around my house. I noticed some other wolves began to emerge from the party with sad faces.

He rejected us... I cried to my wolf. She was equally as shocked. I place my hands back onto my face and run back to my house. I didn't care if I ran into someone. I slammed the door to my room, scaled the stairs, and threw myself onto my bed. Only then did I cry.

When I cry, I don't sniff and a couple of tears come out. When I cry, I reach the limit for my body. My nose starts to bleed, I can't breathe, and I get really dehydrated. It feels like my eyelids are welded to my eyes. This time, I did all that. I even go a step further and threw up all over my concrete floor.

Once I finish my retching, I go into a kind of silent daze. My wolf was sitting off in a corner of my mind, doing the same as me: trying to decide what to do next with our lives. I hear a knock on my door, and I turned my head slightly as it opened a little. A small ray of light is cast down into my pitch-black room. I smell my mother.

"Go away..." I groan into my pillow. "Honey-" she starts, but I interrupt her. "Go away!" I shriek. That was the first time I had raised my voice at my mother. And the last time I spoke to her. I heard her take in a sharp breath, and she goes away. I knew where she was going.

A few minutes later, I hear my dad walk down careful not to make sudden movements. He was treating me like prey; like I would run if you made a noise. He sat down on the foot of my bed. He placed his hand on my bare ankle. "Tilly, what's wrong?" he asked softly. So many thoughts went through my head.

"Rejected." was all I could get out before I began to bawl again. I felt my father's hands grab my waist and he gently pulled me onto his lap. "Daddy... why am I an omega?" I asked, looking up at him through my blurry eyelashes. I heard him sigh, and felt him stroke my hair. "I don't know, honey, I don't know. I would fix it immediately if I knew how."

He shifted his weight so we were both comfortable. "Do you know his name?" he asked carefully. I shook my head, but he knew it was a lie. You couldn't get rejected if they didn't say their name. "Was he an alpha?" he asked, going along with my lie. I nodded. "My poor baby..." he whispers.

I hear my mother come down. She had a bucket of water and a sponge in one hand, and a cloth dampened with cold water. She hands my dad the cloth and she begins to work on the place where I had puked. It was already stinking. But I didn't care. I had already began to grow numb.

So numb that I didn't feel my dad put me back down and tuck me, and then when they both left and shut the door quietly behind them. So numb that I couldn't fall asleep. I just couldn't let go of the words of my mate's rejection. You aren't supposed to reject your mate. Never. It's like a crime when others find out.

Is having an omega as a mate a crime for alphas? my wolf asked me. I shook my head, not knowing. I will never be able to live my life the same, from this point on. I cried in my head. My wolf only lowered her sad gaze. If wolves could cry, she would have looked like she had been. I reached out to her with my mind, and she comforted it as much as she could. I did the same.

I finally went into a deep sleep, but it didn't help me at all. In my dreams, I saw my mate with another female against the outside wall of my house. I fell to my knees, him watching as the girl stuck her hand into his pants.

The dream changed, and I was standing on the roof of my house, looking over the edge. My mate was beside me, his angry voice in my ears and my head. "Jump." he told me - he ordered me. I looked forward. I must do as my mate pleases me to. I thought, before taking the final step.

Again, it changed, but only before I hit the ground. I was in my bedroom. The smell of cleaner was strong. I looked around for my mate, waiting for him to do something. But he wasn't there. Only when I stood did I realize that I was awake. Shakily, I headed to my little bathroom. Pee, shower, eat. my wolf coaxed me.

I nodded to her, opening the door. As the shower began to heat up, I hurried to the toilet. Finished, I unzipped the side and let it drop to the floor. I'm going to burn that stupid thing. I thought angrily at it. I threw my under garments off and slipped under the burning water. I let it pour over my hair and body. I was hoping that it would burn all the hate off of me.

I stood under it for what felt like hours. When the water turned icy cold, I forced myself to turn it off and go get dressed. I was starving. I tossed on whatever I could get my hands on and slowly made my way up the stairs and out the door. I turned the opposite way of the back door and towards the kitchen. I could hear my parents setting the table with our clay plates.

They only used those plates for dinner.

I waited in the doorway, my eyes fixed on the floor. "Tilly? Good, you're awake." my mother said. I ignored her. I felt her discomfort and worry, and then heard my father get up from his chair. He walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Only then had I looked up. "Let's have some food. We're having spagetti."

My favorite. Of course. He led me to my chai at the dining table, and my mother dished out some noodles and tomato sauce. I slowly picked up my fork and just kept twirling them around it. I couldn't eat. Not without my mate. I felt my father rest his hand on my leg. "Tilly, please eat. You need to eat." he said softly.

And so I ate.