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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Two months later,

{Still Priya's pov}

The alarm clock woke me up from sleep, making me sit up on the bed with a tired groan, before I stretched my arms above my head, and yawned.

That was how tired I was.

Yesterday, I got back home late after cleaning most of the hotel's floors and rooms.

Yes, a hotel.

Two months ago, after I arrived in the human city, and after I found a single room for rent and paid six months rent, because that was all my money could afford in the meantime, I had to look for a job because I did not have enough money to sustain me on my daily food.

Throughout my search for a job, I always ate junk food.

Though I did not have much of a hard time eating junk food because, back at home, the only food I got to eat were the leftovers from the plates Kingsley, Dylan, and my father had eaten.

Finding a job in a competitive city like the human city was one of the most difficult aspects of my life.

I almost gave up, but I knew that only death awaited me if I suddenly gave up.

I would eventually run out of money, then starve and slowly die.

Just when I thought that all hope was last, I ran into very great luck and got a job as a cleaner for a grand hotel, Devicia.

I did not care that I got a job as a cleaner. All I cared about was that I got to survive.

It was even great luck that someone like me was able to strike a job as a cleaner for a big hotel like Devicia.

Ha. I could have gotten a better job if only I had a certificate. But, my father hated me and did not let me go to any sort of school.

Though he paid expensively for Kingsley and Dylan to study at the best schools and colleges. They were praised for being literate, while I was insulted and mocked for being illiterate.

I don't know why, but I have not forgotten about the pain I went through when I was in the Defanly pack. I have not forgotten about the way my own family hated me.

I have not forgotten about how I was unjustly accused and then banished.

I have not forgotten about how my own mate rejected me.

The pain of his rejection was still there in my heart. The tear had disappeared, but I was trying to heal.

In the history of us werewolves, it was rare for fated mates to reject themselves.

But in my own case, such rareness did not apply.

I have not stopped being bitter.

But, at the very least, after coming to the human city, I could finally catch my breath, and had a little bit of peace within me.

My feet touched the ground, and the coolness of the ground enveloped my feet and made a faint smile appear on my lips.

I rose up, knowing that I was about to continue another day of torture.

Indeed, life was not roses or fairy tales for me. After leaving my cruel life back in Defanly pack, I came to the human city and another cruel life has begun for me.

My supervisor and the butterfly who always followed her, had always attempted to make my life a living hell.

I never did anything wrong to them. I never knew what I did wrong to them, to the extent that they chose to frustrate me every single time they had the chance to.

But what would I do except to endure? I suffered enough before I was able to find a job as a cleaner.

If I quit working at Devicia hotel simply because I could not endure their hatred for me anymore, would finding another job be easier?

No, it would not.

Sadly, I guess my life has always been in the hands of a mean fate.

I guess before I was even conceived by my mother, my fate was that: I would suffer until I eventually died.

I walked into my bathroom and came out only after a few minutes.

Going to where I left my bag close to the window, I opened it and took out a plain trouser and a gray shirt.

Seeing the clothes in my hands, I could not stop smiling at them.

Although these clothes would have meant nothing to other people, it actually meant the whole world to me. I had bought them a week ago, using the hard earned money I got from my second paycheck ever since I started to work in the hotel.

I did not hesitate and wore the clothes, before leaving my home and locking the door.

My current home was tinier than my bedroom back at my father's home.

It also did not have a kitchen, nor any other rooms.

It only had a single room in it, and a bathroom to freshen up.

But, I did not mind it. As long as I had a roof under my head, I was satisfied with it.

By the time I left the building entirely, I went and stood at the bus stop close by.

It would have been easier if I had transformed into my wolf form and made my way to the hotel. But, I didn't forget that I was in the human city.

I did not want to attract unnecessary attention to myself.

...

At exactly 7:30am, I arrived inside the hotel and did not hesitate to start cleaning.

The building was insanely massive, so it was going to take me a very long time before I finished cleaning. Luckily, I was not the only cleaner working in the hotel.

There were over a hundred of us, with over six supervisors to direct us.

Each cleaner had their own supervisor whom they worked under.

As for me, I ended up working under supervisor Penelope, who naturally hated me. And the butterfly who always stuck to her side, Trisha, was a cleaner like myself.

But because she stuck to supervisor Penelope, she was treated a lot more differently than the other cleaners.

I went ahead to carry my cleaning materials, before I began mopping the floors.

I was on the third floor.

My main duty was to manage the third floor, and to make sure that it was always clean.

But Trisha... She was in charge of managing the seventh floor.

Though ever since I started working in the hotel, I had been the one managing her own floor for her after being threatened by supervisor Penelope.

Supervisor Penelope had connections in the hotel. She was the overall supervisor of all the other supervisors.

And because I was afraid of losing my job if I reported either her or Trisha, I decided to shoulder every hard work. Handling two different hotel floors every single day was not a big deal for a werewolf like myself.

After a moment or two into mopping the floors, I paused because something like liquid seemed to be dropping on the floors where I was mopping.

Drop after drop.

Realizing that it was my own tears, I dragged my feet and hurried to stand in a corner.

A flood of emotions came in.

I thought I was okay, but I was truly not okay, even though two months had passed in the blink of an eye.

As I lowered my gaze, what greeted me was my skinny collarbones. It was very visible and noticeable. It was proof that I had not been able to eat a three square meal ever since I began to live on my own.

But that was not the reason for my tears.

No one had called me since the moment I left Defanly pack. Not even a single person in my family had sent me a message to ask me how I was doing.

I wanted to grieve for myself, but had to stop before I even began, after hearing the sounds of footsteps approaching.

I peeked at whom the footsteps belonged to, and seeing supervisor Penelope and Trisha, who was walking behind her like a loyal dog, I knew they were going to talk if they saw me standing idle.

So because of that, I had to wipe my eyes immediately, come out, and continue mopping the floors. But I guess I should never have done that.

They stopped in front of me, making me stop mopping.

Usually, whenever they saw me doing my work, they would only scoff and hiss at me, and then leave.

But now, why did they stop in front of me?

"Hey you". Supervisor Penelope said to me with a disgusted frown on her face, as she stared into my soul.

"Yes ma'am". I replied to her, while trying to maintain lowering my gaze.

"After you are done with the third floor and the seventh floor, you are wanted this evening to clean the hotel's grand private hall". Supervisor Penelope said to me, before she continued to say to me with a glare, "And you must clean the entire grand private hall by yourself, and also join the servers tomorrow evening in the hall".

"The hotel needed an extra hand because of the important guest our CEO meant to host tomorrow. I was the one who personally recommended you, stating that you would volunteer to do the work".

"So, don't you dare slack off. You are nothing special, but an ugly duckling. Do you think you are more beautiful than me? You are just an ugly peasant meant to be trampled on". She hissed at me, and after staring down at me, she left.

Though her words puzzled me.

Did I ever tell her that I was more beautiful than her?

"Hmph. What a loser". Trisha rolled her eyes at me and scoffed, before going after supervisor Penelope.

...

Author Tina Nwuba: "The appearance of our star FL, Priya, is going to be described in the later chapters. Stay tuned!

Also, you amazing readers should read my other books: "Heart of a Betrayed Wife". "My runaway wife, Hates me!". "The Father Of My Twins".