“I guess that I forgot I had a choice

I let you push me past the breaking point

I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything

You held me down, but I got up (hey!)

Already brushing off the dust

You hear my voice, your hear that sound

Like thunder, gonna shake the ground

You held me down, but I got up

Get ready 'cause I had enough

I see it all, I see it now.”

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Opening my mouth, I was about to say something when a familiar voice stopped me and a strong arm pulled me back away from Reece.

"I'd suggest you to back off, Reece. You seem too comfortable with something that doesn't belong to you."

My back collided with the front of someone I was vividly familiar to.

Chance. Undoubtedly. I could never miss his presence. It is as if when he is around, every fiber of my being is aware of his presence.

And I hate it. I hate how aware I am when it comes to him. I hate how familiar, effortless and easy it feels like to be close to him. And I hate how my body reacts to him.

I hate how I can't reject him. If I do, I'd die. That's how Goddess has made us. If a lower ranks rejects a higher rank, their heart stops and they die. It's unjust, and unfair but this is how it works and nothing will change for me.

Maybe that's why I am here. Because everything seems so unjust that for once I want to be completely selfish and use others to get answers for myself.

Even then I feel used.

"Are you sure about it, Chance?" Reece said coolly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, giving Chance a sly smirk. "Because I don't see any mark on her that tells me she's claimed."

Chance's grip tightened on me and I could tell Reece had hit a nerve.

"Shut up, Reece. Don't try to piss me off," Chance said through gritted teeth.

"Oh come on," Reece shrugged his warning off. "Don't make a big deal out of it. Me and Olivia were only trying to have fun. I mean, you can tell she's my type and now that you've had your time with it, it was only fair if I got some. Right?" Reece winked at me, secretly throwing an apologetic look telling he was just doing this to annoy Chance.

And he very well succeeded in doing so because as soon as the words left Reece's mouth, a growl was heard from Chance and he lunged for Reece, pushing me behind him.

"You bastard!" He growled again, pushing Reece against the lockers, pressing his arm on his throat. Chance's eyes had turned pitch black in anger. They were flashing between blue and black, his wolf was trying to take over.

"Don't you dare talk about Olivia like that!" He pressed Reece's throat and Reece had begun struggling to breathe

I was surprised he didn't use his Alpha power.

"Let alone talk, don't even think about her like that."

My eyes travelled across the room and doubtlessly, everyone had stopped and formed a circle around us as they stared and gossiped about the fight amongst themselves.

I heard something being said. Somethings about me.

Things about me being a slut who was one day with one guy and the other day with his best friend. Talks about me being the reason for the quarrell between the star best friends.

It never surprised me how much joy people get out of other's misery and lives.

Some were even taking videos on their phones, to make sure that their friends who had missed school that day don't miss out on the "fun".

By the time I looked back at the fighting duo, Chance had choked Reece enough to almost kill him and that's when my senses kicked back in.

"Chance!" I screeched, as I tried to pull his arm away. "Leave him. Let go! You'll kill him!"

Chance's hold loosened a bit and I took that in my advantage as by drawing some energy from my wolf, I powerfully dragged Chance away from the scene. Away from the eyes of the "audience". And away from barely alive Reece.

I felt like what Chance must have felt when he always dragged me into empty classroom according to his wish and will. I felt in charge.

This time I will do the talking and I will dominate the conversation.

Slamming the door of an empty classroom open, I dragged a dazed Chance in.

"What's your problem, huh? Creating a scene in front of everyone like that!" I accused him, pushing at his chest for emphasis.

I was going to get a bit violent today, I could tell.

"What's wrong with me? More like, what's wrong with you? You were talking to Reece? Don't you know how he is? I mean, I get it. That fucker is my best friend and all but that doesn't change the fact that he's a playboy and he won't think twice before using you. I'm saying because I know you'll trust him easily and he'll hurt you. Don't try to be friends with him. He'll just use you as his girl of the month. Hell! Even that Andrew mutt was better than him. Why did you suddenly start talking to Reece? You should've let me hurt him."

He continued to rant as I watched him quietly. The old, naive me would have thought he's being cute and he cares. But the new, strong me saw him as a hypocrite.

He was nothing but a hypocrite.

"Of course I knew he uses and throws. He's your best friend after all."

My dry, hostile tone made him stop talking and he looked at me in surprise. As if he hadn't expected me to say that. I can't blame him. I hadn't expected myself to say that either. But surprises are a part of life now.

"Olivia..." He began but I cut him off. I didn't want him to speak. I didn't want to hear my name from his mouth. He made it sound dirty and it reminded me of weaker days.

"Stop." I said, raising my finger. "I just came here to tell you that you can no longer dictate what I do. I can go out with whoever I want and do whatever I wish to. I am no longer accountable to you or your protectiveness. This is the last time I am tolerating such behavior. If you try to pull off such a stunt in front everyone again, I'll tell everyone about what you did to me and how evil you are."

I decided that I didn't want to hear about anything more from him. I'll convince Reece to tell me the truth and I will go to the pack my parents are helping in till college. Then I'll be free from all of this forever.

I regretted this whole decision of making him jealous because I realized that I was inviting more attention than ever and I didn't want that. I didn't want to be with him either.

His presence suffocated me and reminded me of how he had hurt me without thinking.

I was to turn on my heels to leave but his voice stopped me.

"You can't do that. You are my mate," he said, his voice holding too much confidence but if you looked closely into his eyes, they were anything but confident. The held desperation and plea.

Same desperation and need that used to be in my eyes a few days ago. The same desperation that I held when I begged him to not break my heart but where did it land me?

So those eyes didn't effect me. If anything, they gave me a weird sadistic, ugly sense of satisfaction.

I wasn't the only one suffering.

My wolf obviously had a different view. She just wanted to hug him. But that wasn't happening. I'd rather burn myself down.

"Just till someone else marks me. You lose the right to call me yours the moment you planned the first step of your malicious plan. Shouldn't you be happy now anyway? Your plan has been successful. Or are you sad that I am not as miserable as you thought I'd be?"

My words must have hit him where it hurts because in a second his hands clasped my forearms and he hauled me to his chest in both anguish and anger.

"No one else is marking you, alright? Hear my words loud and clear. Because I am not going to repeat them. You're not going anywhere. You're stuck with me forever. Here. Don't even think of finding anyone else."

I wondered if Lupus was the one speaking this. But his eyes weren't black. So it was Chance.

Surprised me how easily he said that.

"Is this a part of your new plan huh? Is this how low you've sunken? Haven't you had enough? Just leave me alone, you sick bastard! You've hurt me enough. You had your fun. At least now let me live in peace. You can't just kick someone away from your life and then complain about their absence, Chance. How selfish can you be?" I placed my hands on his chest and tried to pull away but he didn't let me so I started hitting his chest.

I wanted to hurt him so bad rightnow. I wanted to ask why he wasn't with Cindy now. Now that I think of it, I haven't even seen her after that day he devastated me.

Maybe this is a new plan.

It wasn't till his fingers reached to wipe off the salty tears off my cheeks that I realized that I was crying. My hands hitting his chest had fallen to the sides, exhausted.

They got the fact that he was indifferent and he didn't care.

"Don't cry," he whispered.

I fisted my palm as chewed on my cheek, trying to stop my tears. I didn't want to cry! Why can't I?

"Oh why?" I laughed sarcastically, my tone filled with hateful bitterness. "Don't you want to enjoy my tears now?"

I used the words he had said to me before and my chest was strung with a familiar ache.

His pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but his eyes silently plead for me to stop.

But this heart didn't move by those eyes anymore.

"I wish you hadn't done that." I whispered, truth filling my tongue.

I was getting my closure. I was going to let everything out.

"I really loved you…" I said, gulping. It hurt saying that.

"Past tense?" He whispered. His eyes were an open book now. They held pain and anguish.

"Yeah." I said, looking away. "You destroyed everything."

"I had my reasons!" He said, his grip on my arm tightening as if he was afraid I'd go.

"I do too. I have reasons to go." I said, freeing my arm from his hold and stepping away. I turned and walked till the door when I was ready to open it and go but a strained voice stopped me from behind.

It took long enough and a lot of courage for him to say that.

"It is my mother."

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