My head was spinning, and Hunter's words stuck to my skull like thorns.

I felt a tear in my chest. It was my heart. It had been torn beyond repair, as I still tried to understand what had happened to me.

Di- did Hunter just say that he was going to reject me and banish me? All because of the sin I never committed?

"I- I didn't poison her. It wasn't me".

The words I longed to say finally escaped my lips, but in the end, all I received from Hunter was his cold glare.

He stared at me as if I was disgusting garbage, strictly meant for discarding.

That was when reality completely hit my head and I realized the truth which I had been trying to escape from.

Everyone hated me. I was the scorn of everyone, and was the trash they loved to trample on. The idiot whom no one loved, not even my own family.

What pain could be worse than this?

The air I breathe suddenly became poison to me, and I really wanted to die.

I had endured everything.

I thought that I was going to be his Luna and get everyone's attention and love.

The kind of life I had always dreamed of having. But what a joke. Who knew everything was going to end up turning like this?

"Ple- please. Someone should believe me". I pleaded. My eyes had become blurry from tears, but I could see the hatred in their eyes as they glared at me, before they began to leave the pack hall one by one, until the hall was empty, and I was the only one inside.

"It hurts. It hurts like hell". I whimpered and clenched my chest.

I felt like I was dying, but was it not for the best? Someone should kill me.

I never should have been born. I never should have been alive.

I had to turn around after hearing the sound of footsteps approaching my side.

I lifted my head and saw a guard, who was Darren, Kingsley's best friend since childhood. He stood in front of me, staring at me, but I turned my head away from him because of how pathetic I looked.

"You need to leave, Priya. If you don't leave by yourself, the guards will have no choice but to throw you out of the pack themselves". He said to me, and squatted.

As I felt his touch on my body, I flinched and found the strength to get up from the ground.

He rose to his feet, and my eyes never left his side.

"Please". He said, as he showed me the way out of the pack hall.

Him showing me the way out of the hall should not have meant something awful to me because the drama was over, but, my heart tore into pieces at the realization that I was being banished from my home.

The place where my mom gave birth to me.

The place which had been my only home ever since I existed.

How could they do this to me?

To one of their own werewolf members?

Feeling dejected, unable to accept what had happened to me, but with no other choice but to accept it, since no one was on my side, I walked out of the pack hall, while holding firm to the last pride I had.

It was clear to me. No matter what I do.

No matter how much I tried, everyone was going to hate me, because my very existence was a shame. They considered me a jinx who killed my mother.

As I made my way back home to get the little stuff I owned, kids insulted me, threw rocks at me. Nobody did anything to stop them.

Not even their parents.

Their parents only stood still in the corner, glaring at me, while most of them hissed at me and called me names.

A murderer. A black-hearted witch. A jinx.

I swallowed their words and could only bite my lower lip in endurance as I continued to move forward to my father's house.

But who would have thought that I would meet my family on the way, outside the house, as if they were all waiting for me?

Seeing that scene, my eyes sparkled with hope, because I thought they finally cared about me.

But, I was foolish for thinking so. If foolishness was a person, then it would have been me.

"What are you doing here? Why have you not left the pack?". My father questioned me, and his voice was cold.

It was void of whatever emotions which he had left in his stony heart.

I halted in my tracks, and the hopeful smile on my face vanished.

"Dad?". I called, though it was a big mistake. He squeezed his face, clearly irritated by what I had called him.

"Don't call me that. I have no such child like you. It wasn't enough that you killed my wife, and now, you have the guts to try to kill Felicia? You are a monster!". He roared at me, and I flinched, shocked.

I was aware he never loved me, but I never knew it had gotten to this extent.

My eyes widened in shock, and my lips parted open. Though I did not know what to say.

Then I stared at my brothers, Kingsley and Dylan, with my teary eyes, hopeful that they were going to, at least, say something to defend me as their little sister, but heck, when will I ever learn?

"Leave, Priya. It's for the best. Go far away, and never return". Kingsley, the eldest, plainly said to me. And exactly like my father, he too was void of emotions.

The same as Dylan.

Between my brothers, Kingsley was the Beta werewolf of Hunter, while Dylan was one of our pack's doctors.

Except that it wasn't my pack anymore.

If not for the fact that I had fought hard and tried my best to hold back my tears, they almost escaped my eyes.

I didn't want them to see how weak I was. After all, none of them even cared. And I have come to accept the truth of reality.

"I will leave. But please let me take my bag". I pleaded, suppressing my emotion from bursting out.

There was silence after what I said. Nobody said anything, and I mistook their silence for yes and began to walk to the house in front of me.

"A criminal is not welcome in my house. Don't take anything. Leave, Priya! I said, leave! Don't make me call the guards and make them throw you away!". My father yelled at me, and as I turned around, they were staring at me.

Each one of them, frowning.

I whimpered, trying to remain strong.

But, I really could not. Every second, I was constantly being pierced by thorns.

None of them tried to defend me.

None of them batted an eye when I was humiliated in their presence.

It was clear that they hated me, but how could they be so cruel as to want me to leave the pack empty handed?

Do they want me to die out there? Would they finally be happy if I died?

But, what did I do to deserve death?

I really, really tried to control my emotions while staring at the faces of the people who were my family.

We were related by blood.

I wasn't adopted.

He was my biological father, and they were my biological brothers, who came from the same father and mother.

"You- you can hate me all you want! But, I must leave with my things! I need them to survive!". I cried out, unable to endure the bitterness anymore.

I used to think that I was tough. That I could always endure the injustice done to me, but it turned out I was wrong. Today proved me wrong, after I experienced hell.

Tears streamed down my face endlessly, and they fell drop by drop to the ground.

Inside my heart, there was a storm which was trying to break free. Hatred.

It was trying to break free, and my wolf, Lara, who had endured enough humiliation, was supportive of letting the storm in me break free.

She had remained quiet this whole time, but now, I feel it.

Her anger. Her rage. Her sadness. All at the same time, and they overwhelmed me.

But I couldn't bear to unleash it. I did not dare to.

"If you are done shedding crocodile tears in order to gain our sympathy, you should continue to dream on". Kingsley said to me. There was no remorse in his voice.

"Exactly, Priya. Don't think that by crying, that is going to change anything". Dylan supported what Kingsley had said with a hiss, making me swallow the invisible lump in my throat.

I forced myself to stop crying.

They were right.

I was only shedding crocodile tears. No one was going to sympathize with me.

"Da- please just allow me to take my bag and I will leave. It's not as if I am going to return home again". I said, almost choking on my own words.

It took a lot of suspense, before my father said, "Quickly go inside and take your trash and leave my house. I don't want people seeing you here".

After saying this to me, he walked past me and entered the house, followed by Kingsley and Dylan, who equally walked past me.

At this point, I really wished that, rather than being banished, they would have demanded my life, because death was better than being despised and being the scorn of the pack.

I gritted my teeth in regret, before I went into the house, heading straight for my bedroom which was upstairs.

It didn't take me long, and I arrived in my bedroom. Was it even worth being called a bedroom?

A room which was so plain, that if shown to people, they would believe that my room belonged to maids.

Not a wardrobe was in the room. I did not even ask for much.

I had been the one cleaning the entire house for as long as I could remember.

Both Kingsley and Dylan had closets, even my father.

I did not even ask for a closet like their own, but only asked for a simple wardrobe.

Sadly, what I got was nothing. Only a bag, which I had struggled and bought using my hard-earned money.

While Kingsley and Dylan were busy going to prestigious schools, I was busy working part-time in an old couple's business.

They did cow business, and since they did not have any children of their own, they needed help around their house and with their business.

But, did I actually forget about them?

Although I stopped working for them a year ago after my father threatened me to stop working there since I was embarrassing him, did I forget that the couple were the only ones who genuinely cared about someone like me?

One fateful night, the couple came to me.

I was bothered by that, because I thought I had done something wrong and was in big trouble.

Though who would have thought that they would ask me to become their child?

They told me that as long as I agreed to it, they were going to meet my father and talk about things with him, so that he could let me go.

But, I disagreed with them.

That was because I was blinded by the delusion that perhaps, one day, my family might finally open up their hearts to me, and would not only accept me as their family, but would love and cherish me.

Thinking about it in my current predicament, that sounded hilarious and stupid.

If I had agreed to the couple's demands, at least, they would have defended me there at the pack hall when I was coldly accused of the crime which I never committed.

But now, filled with shame and brokenness, I did not even have the courage to face them one last time before I left the pack.

Swallowing my tears, my pains, even though it hurts like hell, I quietly put all my belongings into my bag, and every single one of them fitted the bag so perfectly, and there was still some space left in the bag.

These belongings in the bag were the only things I ever owned.

I never had fancy dresses like girls my age. Neither did I own any jewelry of any sort.

My clothes were shabby, and they always called me the maid of Beta Raymond's house. I would not blame them, because I fitted what they called me.

Beta Raymond was my father.

He used to be the Beta werewolf of the previous Alpha before he passed away.

I stared at my room one last time. A room which felt more like a prison than a home.

After that, I carried my bag in my hand and left the room, about to leave the pack.

I have no clue about the future which awaits me out there.

But my mind kept on screaming that it would be better than here, in the Defanly pack, where everyone treated me like disposable trash.

'Lara, are you there?'. I called my wolf, but all I received from her was silence.

She must be mad at everyone and also me.

For months. No, for years, she had been advising me to leave, telling me that no one loved us.

And that she could not continue to bear such a humiliation. But, I never listened to her. I thought she was being too extra.

In the end, she had always been right, and I was the foolish one, who kept on hoping, patiently waiting for a miracle to happen.

Before stepping out of the house, I met Kingsley, Dylan, and my father in the living room discussing.

I halted.

They stopped their discussion after they saw me.

But it was only for a brief moment that they stopped discussing. After staring at me coldly, they continued talking, completely ignoring that I existed.

Something hit me as I watched how lovely a family they were.

I could not take it anymore, as I had been pushed to the wall. I had been pushed to a dead end.

I had been enduring the pain for ages and had been storing the bitterness in my heart, rather than unleashing it.

But today, I did not actually think that I was on the verge of bursting out.

I was already banished from the pack and betrayed by my own family. So, what worse could possibly happen to me which has not already happened to me?

I left my bag on the ground.

After clenching my fists and finding the hidden courage in my heart, for the first time ever, I dared to ask them, "What wrong have I done to deserve the awful way you have been treating me? What wrong have I committed that you did not even attempt to defend me when I was accused and banished!".

"Someone should answer me!". I shouted as tears escaped from my eyes.

Because of my loud voice, Kingsley, Dylan and my father turned to me and stared at me as they frowned.

Before, I would have easily trembled at the sight of their cold and intimidating eyes, or at the very least, become nervous.

But with my mind clouded with grief, I could not care less about that. Neither was I done questioning them.

I continued as tears blurred my vision, "Was it because my mother died when giving birth to me?! How was any of that my fault?! You all treated me like trash, making outsiders learn from you and treat me like trash too!".

Daringly, I pointed a finger at my father as I said to him, "It was your fault! You were the one who killed my mother! You were the one who impregnated her and caused her to die during childbirth! If only you had not pregnant her, I would never have been born, and she would never have died!".

"So everything is your fault and not mine! I never asked to be born!". I yelled at the top of my lungs.

For the first time ever in my life, I saw shock on their faces as they stared at each other, before they returned their gazes to me, and their frowns deepened.

If I am not mistaken, I caught them off guard, because I had never dared to yell at them before.

Though the shock didn't last long. My father heartlessly, and with darkened eyes, after pointing a finger at the exit door, said to me, "Leave my house, now!".

That was not all.

Kingsley rose from the sofa, and I had to step back. It was my instinct.

"You heard him. Leave this place, Priya. Walk out on your own". He said.

Then proceeded to threaten me, "Leave this pack. Don't make me call the warriors and have them throw you out of the pack".

None of them were remorseful, but they seemed to hate me more, after I yelled at them.

Staring at them with teary eyes which felt hot, because I was completely shattered by their words, and with my legs trembling as I kept on wondering what I did wrong in life, I smiled.

The pain tightened my chest because it hurts. They all hated me.

I was not welcome anywhere. Neither at my father's house, nor at Defanly's pack.

I really did not know what my life would be after leaving the pack, but I figured that it might be better than staying in this pack, where to everyone, I was an eyesore.

Weak, defeated, and not able to utter any other words, I bent down, carried my bag, and left the house.

After stepping out of the house, I halted.

I stood still for a few seconds.

My mind went blank, before I turned around to stare at the house one last time.

A flood of emotions of how much I had endured, resurfaced in my mind.

But what pained me the most was not the fact that I was banished from the pack.

Nor the fact that I was betrayed, rejected by my mate, and framed.

But the fact which pained me the most was that I was never privileged to meet my mom when she was alive, because she died the instant I arrived in the world.

I did not even have a clue about my mother's facial appearance because Kingsley, Dylan, and especially my father, would not let her see her picture.

They called me a jinx, who had killed her mother.

"It is finally over". I muttered under a shaky breath, before I turned around and began to leave for real.

I never turned back to stare at the house again.

Betrayed by my family, framed by truly who knows who, rejected by my Alpha mate, and hated by everyone.

Ha. They did not even give me time to catch my breath.

I ignored everyone's hate and continued to walk forward, until two hours passed, and I arrived outside Defanly's border.

The border which separated the other werewolves' species from us. And the non-werewolf species.

Knowing that it would be difficult to be accepted by any other werewolf packs, the only choice left for me was to go to the human city.

I have never gone there before.

But whatever future that lies ahead of me there, I guess I should leave everything in the hands of the moon goddess.

"Lara, for how long are you going to keep on ignoring me?". I spoke aloud and asked her, and exactly like she did before, she ignored me, making me sigh in defeat.

Irrespective of that, I told her, "We are going to the human city. Maybe, things will turn out great there".

I tried to remain positive, despite the hole in my heart.

....

I arrived in the human city.

Unlike the Defanly pack, there were countless tall buildings, and every road I saw was swarmed with different kinds of cars.

These scenes were a testament of how different the humans were from werewolves. Werewolves rarely needed cars for anything compared to humans.

But the downside of the human city was that their city was enormous, to the extent that unranked wolves like myself could get into the city without being found out, unless they caused any trouble.

But, I came here to stay. Not to cause any trouble.

I did not know anywhere in the city, so I kept on walking around in circles, until I found a place that was up for rent. It was located in an alley.

And according to the words written on the wall, it was one room, but to me, it was more than anything.

I took out my cracked cell phone from my pocket and dialed the number written on the wall to call the owner.

Fortunately, I was allowed to take my bag, which had some money in it.

I don't know what I would have done if they had cruelly decided to chase me out of the pack without anything.

I would have ended up sleeping outside, without a roof under my head.

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Author Tina Nwuba: "Welcome to my newest book, my awesome readers. This time, I am serving you guys an obsessive werewolf romance book.

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