2 days later.

Chase's room.

The Alpha's son was due to take over duties last year from his dad, but because he hadn't found his mate, his father still held the authority.

He had gone to many packs to search for his precious mate whom his wolf was always enthusiastic about. He envisioned how she would look- slim, two heads shorter than him, ample boobs, mind-boggling backside, tiny waist, beautiful skin, waist-length curly hair, gorgeous face bare of any make-up and she would smell like Gardenias!

He wished to find her every day. Today, there was a party for the pack to attend. He had to be present. He chose a nice outfit from the new clothes he'd bought when he went out shopping a week ago.

His mates were already acknowledged Alphas as they'd found their mates, some already had a kid. Why was he different?

"Chase, our mate... our mate is gonna be found this time. I'm sure of it." his wolf said excitedly.

Chase scoffed with arms folded. "Stop giving me false hopes. She isn't in this pack."

"No, this is different. Hurry up. We need to arrive at the party!" Ivan nudged.

"Okay, fine. I'm gonna get us there in seconds. Stop nagging, okay?"

***

Lavana's room.

She had just woken up. She had received beatings from the Beta's only daughter, Jacinta Syner, two hours ago, so she crawled to her room to heal. Now she looked good as new except for the bloodstain on her ragged clothes and skin.

She sighed.

'Pamela said my mate can get me outta here. I really wish he'd appear soon. I can't wait to meet him.' she thought.

Suddenly, a bad feeling crept up into her mind.

'The Alpha's son still hasn't found his mate since he shifted 3 years ago. It couldn't be that he's my mate, right?' she shuddered at that thought.

That couldn't be, right? Though there was indeed a possibility...

"No, it can't be. Pamela said my mate would take me out of here so he must be from another pack and probably an Alpha or Beta. Well, even if it's Omega like me, as long as he's my mate, I can still leave." she reassured herself and got up.

Her stomach grumbled. She hadn't eaten since morning, plus the beatings she received... she was famished.

She needed to find something to eat. After shifting 2 days ago, those special leaves she usually dried and stored up no longer satiated her. Werewolves loved meat more than anything.

The last time she ate meat was when she was still with her parents in her pack.

It was already dark and she figured that many were already enjoying themselves in the grand party hall. She entered the kitchen, hoping to find some leftovers. It seems luck was on her side. There was indeed some leftover rice and a piece of meat on the frying pan. It wasn't well fried and had a lot of oil on it. Still, this was better than nothing.

She took a plate and served the rice along with the meat. She used her hand to eat the rice. She hadn't eaten this much in a long time. It was warm too. What luck she had!

After consuming the food, she commenced doing the dishes. Suddenly, she felt pain in her belly and bent over.

"Ouch... ow! It hurts..." Her face paled as she fell to her knees. A tear slid down her left eyelid.

The food was poisoned!

Who would do this? She had many tormentors in this pack, so anyone of them could have done it. So the culprit was finally tired of her existence and just decided to finish her off?

The pain in her belly was severe and became much more as each second passed by. Her head and legs began to ache too and her neck felt itchy. Her heart felt like it was being bitten by innumerable ants.

"So, this is how I'm gonna die, huh? I haven't even taken revenge yet and those three are still asleep... "

 She cried bitterly, lacking any strength to move a muscle.

...

  Chase was smiling back at a gorgeous pack female when he suddenly felt pain in his chest. His face paled and he quickly excused himself from the party, claiming he was feeling unwell.

When he got outside, his wolf was clamouring: "Chase, hurry! Our mate... is in danger. Go, go!"

Chase smelt gunpowder. Is that how a mate's scent should be? Why was it gunpowder? That aside, what put her in danger? In any case, he had to follow the direction of the smell.

It led to the kitchen!

When he entered, he froze in his steps. The mate he had been looking for all these years was in his pack all along. She must have shifted recently without anyone knowing. She was the thing everyone vented their stress on!

"Why is it you?" he asked, livid after determining who she was.

Lavana, who was about to faint heard footsteps and gained hope. The smell of this incoming person made her temporarily forget her pain. Pamela even woke up and was shouting: "Lavana, our mate... He's here. He's coming!"

So she was thrilled and had thought of how she'd be departing from this damn pack tonight in her mate's arms.

But now, as she confirmed his identity, she stopped smiling. It was just as she feared. Her mate was the Alpha's son!

At that moment, her world came crashing down. This bastard would not take her out of here.

"Pamela, what's the meaning of this? Were you lying to me earlier? You just wanted to give me hope? How can my mate be the evil Alpha's son whom I hate to the bone?" she thought, her entire being shaking.

"You b*tch, I can't accept you as my mate. You are an Omega!" Chase barked.

"Me... I'm an Omega. What's wrong with being an Omega? Am I cursed or something? Do you think I wished for you to be my mate? If I could go back, I'd rather you'd not be my mate. This is a joke! A cruel joke!" she cried bitterly.

"I, Chase Alan Remington of Ralton pack, am dissatisfied with the moon goddess' arrangements and I hereby reject you as my mate and Luna. I can't see myself spending my life with a disappointment and becoming a laughingstock," he declared with his right hand on the left side of his chest.

"May the Moon goddess agree to this," he declared.

Immediately, both felt immense pain. He was rendered to his knees and sweated bullets. He felt like someone had forcefully ripped out his heart. He crouched and spat out blood, his fingers clenched.

Lavana felt great pain and fainted. She couldn't take it.

Chase managed to get on his feet and using the walls as support, he left.

Whenever someone rejects their mate, both would feel immense pain. If both rejected each other, the pain would be tripled.

Chase didn't care about the pain. To him, this pain was nothing compared to the aftermath of accepting this rubbish who was barely alive as a mate.

30 minutes later.

Lavana woke up in great pain. It was like someone hit her fragile with a hammer repeatedly.

"Chase Alan Remington, don't worry. I accept your rejection. But I won't reject you yet. I will do so when I've become stronger. When I become a being that you won't be able to look in the eye." she swore and punched the floor with great force.

Her knuckles cracked and rearranged themselves, but the wound was healing slowly. Maybe it was because of the poison still in her body. Pamela had told her that it won't kill her as she wasn't a normal Omega.

She had to leave the kitchen quickly because if anyone finds her here like this, a few kicks to her already hurting belly wouldn't suffice.

She tore off a part of her ragged skirt and used it to clean off the blood on the ground. Then she crawled out of the kitchen, heading towards her room - her only refuge in this cruel place.

Meanwhile...

Chase's bathroom!

"How could you do such a thing? Why did you reject her?" Chase's pissed wolf reprimanded him for the nth time.

"Would you just shut it? Just be quiet! You well know the consequences of accepting her. I can't take such a risk." he spat as he sat in the bathtub containing hot water.

Right now, his whole body was shivering, so he badly needed this water.

"I hope you don't regret this, kiddo." said his unhappy wolf.

"Stop being pesky. I won't regret my decision." he barked and his wolf chose to go into slumber. Only during the full moon will he awaken.

Chase wondered what was wrong with his wolf. That rubbish was an Omega. An Omega, for heaven's sake! What business has he got with her?

He hissed in disapproval and sank himself into the bath water.