His Regret, My Escape

PIA'

es met his, and in them, for a flash, I felt a flicker of recognition. It was replaced in a moment by his usual stern expression. "Everyone, please stop," he commanded, his voice echoing down the hall. "Musicians, cease playing." The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on us. I felt a squirmy feeling. What was this? "Olympia, I think there has been an error here," Alpha Silas said firmly but without anger. "You don't know that," I whispered, finding it hard to voice out words well. But in his eyes, I saw only scorn and revulsion. "You think you are worthy of being my mate?" he sneered at me; his voice oozed with malice. "You're nothing but a weak, pathetic outcast." I felt as if his words had slapped me. "I.I thought we had some kind of a connection," I said, trying to hit back. Alpha Silas laughed out loud, the sound completely devoid of humor. "You can't even connect with me. You are a disappointment, Olympia. A failure." I felt my eyes prick at the corners as the room seemed to close in around me. The music had stopped, and the only sound was those venomous alpha words. "Who wants a weak, useless omega as a mate?" He actually spoke it in front of the crowd before us, then everybody laughed. Throwing spiteful words at me. It hurts so bad. Dark mind! Dark heart! Dark soul! Happiness Killers, Living Demons. If only my mistakes can be stated. "I, Alpha Silas Moore of the Black Hitten pack, reject you, Olympia Swan, as my mate. You are not fit to stand by my side, bear my children, or hold the title of a Luna." I felt my heart crashing into a thousand pieces when Cassie and her crew suddenly started talking. " Olympia is Alpha Silas's mate?" Crystal exclaimed, though bringing forth gasps from the crowd as its eyes flew impossibly wider at their staring, furrowing their brows and curling their lips into a sneer. I shrieked, looking away from them, w