Ocean The Rejected Mate

LILY'S POV

"Lily!"

From my sleep I heard my name being screamed. It was really loud but I was so lost in my world of fantasy dreams that I refused to care about whatever was happening in the real world. Or no,.maybe I just don't want to come back to reality because my reality is painful! I just wanted to remain in my fantasy world where I feel happy and at least loved by the sun which has been smiling down at me without being harsh on me. The leaves are waving and I just feel they are really happy to have me, unlike in my real world where no one wants me, where I feel unloved and unwanted.

"Lily!"

I heard it again, this time I tried to force myself back to my reality but I was too late as my father's wife got to me first.

"Oh no!" I jumped up from the floor as I felt my entire body drenched with cold water.

"Oh you worthless thing! How long do I have to scream at the top of my voice before you can become free from your dumbness!" aunty Lena yelled at me at the very top of her voice.

I shivered. Not just from her yelling but from the cold I felt penetrating into my already opened skin pores.

"I'm sorry mother. I…" I tried to plead.

"Oh will you shut that thing you call a mouth! I have told you countless times, I am not and would never be your mother! Quit irritating me!"

I nodded fearfully as my body shivered in the cold. The half torn thing I wore as clothes did no good to my situation as it even helped the cold to penetrate even further and offered me little protection. I was dying to change into a dry one but I can't since aunty Lena is still standing before me obviously furious at me for a reason I don't know.

"Go fill up those drums!" she said and turned away.

Once she was gone, I fell on my knees as tears clouded my eyes.

"Dear God, fasten the days please," I sobbed as I sniffed back the mucus that was threatening to spill down from my nose.

I needed to go run aunty Lena's errands as fast as possible but I couldn't stop myself from thinking and reminiscing over the last year and more than a half months of my life.

It has been nothing but hell, a hell I prayed to escape every single day of my life.

I was just sixteen years old and born into a werewolf family and it happened to be my birthday on that very day. I still could remember the joy and happiness I felt on that day as my family prepared for my special day.

"Hi daddy, hi mommy," I greeted and hugged my parents as I received my birthday presents from them.

"Oh my! I love this!" I cried in happiness the moment I tore open the present my mother got me. It was a beautiful sharp dagger that not only shone brightly but reflected lights as well.

"My darling, I thought I should get it for you since you would be starting your fighting lessons soon. Keep it well," my mother said, pecking me on my forehead. I giggled happily and opened my father's present as well. I loved it too and was very happy. Since I didn't have any siblings, I only got gifts from my parents before the party started and would likely get more from the people and my friends that would come for my party. I couldn't wait! I was so excited.

Candles were lit, beautiful scented flowers were well decorated in my house and even ribbons were tied at various places on that day. Soft music played in the stereo whilst people drank, ate and made merry. Sounds of laughter rang and everyone's faces were filled with smiles until tragedy struck like lightning that before I could realize what was happening, I became the youngest cursed teen werewolf in my pack accused of killing her own mother.

The memories hurt me every day from that day to this moment and there wasn't a day that passed that I never thought about it and wished the hands of the clock could be turned back, just maybe I could have fought and saved my mother, even if I lost my life in the process. It is even better that I had died that day than the misfortune and pain I have felt since then.

"Lilyyyyyy! You killed your mother? No oo oo!"

I watched in horror as my father screamed in anger and pain. I had never seen him in that manner before and was afraid.

I was holding a sharp knife covered in blood and the lifeless body of my mother was lying in my arms that had become weak. I was too numb to speak, too scared, too terrified to utter any word. Who would believe my words over the obvious clear picture and scene they were seeing. I couldn't find my words as much as I tried to say something.

"I didn't do it…" I said which sounded more like a whisper as people looked at me with glare and clenched teeths, their eyes blazing the color of anger. My father scared me the most.

On that day, as my sixteenth birthday party was ongoing, I had started to feel strange and decided to step out to get some fresh air.