"Take away your things and go

You can't take back what you said, I know

I've heard it all before, at least a million times

I'm not one to forget, you know

I don't believe, I don't believe it

You left in peace, left me in pieces

Too hard to breathe, I'm on my knees

Right now."

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"It is my mother," he said and my head snapped in his direction in surprise.

I hadn't expected him to speak up. Let alone speak about his late mother. Someone I know he is super sensitive about.

I had expected him to say something after that, but he did not and he kept staring at a distance, as if he was lost in thought.

I knew better than to disturb him at that moment. I knew he was mustering and consolidating his thoughts to bring them to words. It is something I myself, do a lot.

I was patient, yet a bit happy, I was getting my answers. My closure. As selfish as it might sound, I was really concerned about it.

Though the same time, a little part of me felt for him and wanted to comfort him. But that part was locked up and burnt down by now. It was unwelcomed.

So many expressions crossed his face from sadness to agony to pain, to hostility and then finally determination.

I was this close to calling his name in confusion when he started shaking his head.

"I can't tell you." He said. Confusing me greatly.

His expressions that I had thought had softened, turned cold again as he looked at me with an icy glare. "You don't deserve to know."

My jaw dropped at his change in behavior and it made me a little mad to be honest.

"What? Why not? I deserve to know the reason behind I was hurt so much." I said, stating facts.

He scoffed. "As I said, you don't deserve to know. The only reason you should know of is that I fucking hate you. I hate you and your existence. Your face, your smile, I just hate it. And I think you are not worth it."

He words were filled with venom and hatred, but then why did it seem so forced?

Whatever. I wasn't backing out.

"Exactly, I want to know why you hate me." I said, pressuring him.

He gritted his teeth and his eyes flared in annoyance.

"What you want me to say huh? That I regret doing what I did? That I shouldn't have done that? Listen here, and listen good, I don't regret a bit of what I did and I won't take anything back. You deserved what you got."

I curled my fist in anger and walked upto where he was standing near the door.

"I am not an idiot, okay! You were going to say something. Something.... something related to your mother. I heard it. And that has something to do with your loathing for me. Whenever I bring your mother up, you tense up. If is a sensitive topic for you. You uttered her name when you said you had a reason. All these add up to only one thing and that is that she is somehow connected to all of this. Don't lie to me, Chance. I am your mate in the end of the day and I can tell when you're hiding something. Tell me the truth. Did that night really mean nothing to you or are you just trying to get back at me for something?"

My words ignited a spark in him and that wasn't a nice spark for sure as his eyes flared up in anger and he got extremely aggressive the next minute.

"That night meant nothing to me Olivia." He growled, gripping my foreams tightly, hurting me. I was sure they'd bruise.

"Stop it Chance, you're hurting me," I whispered, trying to keep his hands off me but he wasn't listening as he had a crazed look in his eyes.

"This is what you get for believing I will ever have a reason better than hatred for hurting you," he said maliciously.

"You were just like another girl to me." He smirked, "and you KNOW how I do girls. I lure them,"

He backed off finally and took a crumpled paper from the teacher's table in his hands and softly straightened it, "I fuck them. HARD." He tore the paper off in pieces, "and then, I throw them out of my life," he concluded, crushing the paper into a ball and throwing it with a perfect shot in the bin across the room.

My eyes followed his actions as I realized that it signified the way he picked the crumpled, lonely pieces of my heart and nurtured them. It signified how he made me feel loved and gave time and patience to our relationship. He made me feel cared for and important. He made me feel beautiful.

And then, one day, he decided to take it all back and he broke me. He broke me too hard. He tore my heart into pieces like that sheet of paper and I was left unfixable and scarred forever.

Then he crushed my hopes and my love and feelings and threw me across his life into the dustbin where I belonged according to him.

I gave him my everything but he tore me like I meant nothing.

I looked up at him in shock, anger and heartbreak. I don't know why this hurt so much but I felt like what he did with that little sheet of paper, was his way of telling me how he little and insignificant I was to him. Maybe he thought of me like that. Like an entity he happily got rid off. It was a symbol of finality.

A symbol for the end of this relationship. A closure. Isn't that what I had wanted?

"And you actually thought I got jealous!" He scoffed, suddenly, humorlessly laughing to himself. "After what happened there with Reece. I mean, I know I did act a bit possessive but that was all because of Lupus and because he got some control but if it was pure me, I won't have cared."

Out of nowhere he threw me against the wall and I gasped as his arm pressed by my sides and he trapped me.

"And you know why so, sweetie?" He asked, his eyes searching mine for answers but I came blank. I didn't know anything anymore.

"Because I don't give a shit."

I gulped and looked away. I didn't want to hear this again. It hurt my head and my body and my wolf was suffering. I wanted to go away from here.

"Also, don't you dare call me your mate again," he growled, his expression holding capabilities of hurting me and my mind rushed back to how he held me tightly in purpose to hurt me. Could he hate me enough to physically hurt me? At this point, I didn't even know.

I breathed heavily as fear started crawling in. Tears flowed down my face. I struggled to breathe. I don't have anyone I can trust in vicinity. I don't even my parents here. What do I do?

"I never wanted a mate. Especially not like you." He gave me a glare as if the mere sight of me disgusted him. "Who would want a mate like you anyways, huh? You are ugly, nerdy, clingy, way-too-innocent and being with you will DESTROY my social reputation."

Listening to those words shattered my Wolf and she howled in pain. I have heard these words before and I had known about it. But my wolf was hearing them like this for the first time and I guess that's why it hurt her.

It hurt her, and she hurt me.

I tried to calm her and tell her she had me at least, if she didn't have him. But she was too busy mourning over this bastard who didn't even care.

Suddenly, I felt pressure on my lungs I gasped, trying to get some air but he pressed me against the wall harder. He was doing it on purpose, to pain me.

"Look at you," he chuckled, enjoying everything "So pathetic. You're not even able to defend yourself. Moon goddess made a mistake mating you with me. I am beta. I am so strong. And you? A weakling. I will correct it ."

"I won't reject you," he said, picking a strand of my hair and twirling it between his fingers. Mocking me. "Oh no no. Rejection is easy. I will TORTURE you. I will sleep with other girls, I will flirt with them in front of your eyes and I will watch you and your wolf die everyday. I will break you to the limit where you won't ever be able to come back. And then, I will leave you to rot."

"You won't be able to reject me but you'll die anyway. And I will love to see that,"

He started releasing pressure off my lungs and I could finally breath a little.

"One last thing. Don't you DARE tell anyone that we are mates. Are we clear?" He was obviously not to be messed around with and I couldn't risk. I don't know what he's capable of at this point.

I nodded frantically, my heart clenching till where it was unbearable.

He let out a dark chuckle and released me,"Good girl."

My knees gave up and I collapsed on the floor and almost passed out from the lack of air in my lungs. I wanted heavily, my body vigorously recovering from the lack of oxygen as he left without turning around.

He sound of his footsteps faded away in the hallway as the door closed shut behind me.

He just walked away & left me there to rot.

Tears freely flowed down my cheeks. I had lost all hopes here.

No matter how much I try to pick myself up, I feel like The Moon Goddess just doesn't want me to get up. I tried to train myself, I goy into troubles. I tried to protect my best friend, he got sent away. I tried to get my answers, I was hurt and physically abused.

My eyes started dropping and my breathing shallowed as I replayed the scenes of him physically abusing me like that today. I had never thought he'd stoop so low. I never thought he'd do this. My wolf was gone by now, she blocked me. With that thought, my eyes filled closed and I passed out from exhaustion right in the middle of an unknown classroom.

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