
After My Alpha's Betrayal, I Found My Strength
Chapter 2
The scalding water still burned across my skin as I stumbled to my car, tears blurring my vision. My sister's laughter echoed in my ears, mixing with Alexander's concerned voice—not for me, never for me—but for her. 'Are you alright, Vanessa?' he had asked, rushing to her side even though she was the one who had deliberately tipped the kettle onto my arm.
I slammed the car door shut, my burned flesh screaming in protest as I gripped the steering wheel. The rain had started, matching my mood as it pelted against the windshield. Three years. Three years of being nothing but a ghost in my own pack house, of loving a man who looked through me as if I didn't exist.
'We can't keep doing this,' Luna whimpered within me, my wolf's presence so faint I could barely feel her anymore.
'I know,' I whispered aloud, starting the engine with trembling hands.
I drove without direction at first, but my subconscious knew where I was heading. The coastal cliffs had always been my sanctuary, the one place I could breathe without Alexander's suffocating hatred pressing down on me. Tonight, they would be my liberation.
The storm intensified as I wound my way up the narrow road, lightning illuminating the churning sea below. Wind howled around the car, nature's fury matching the tempest in my soul. When I reached the cliff's edge, I cut the engine and stepped out into the rain.
The wind whipped my hair around my face as I stood at the precipice, the waves crashing violently against the rocks hundreds of feet below. This was it—the end of my torment, the severing of a bond that had brought nothing but pain.
'I can't do this anymore,' I sobbed, my voice carried away by the wind. 'I can't live as nothing, as no one.'
Lightning split the sky, illuminating the dark waters below for a brief, electric moment. In that flash, I saw my escape.
I stumbled back to the car, soaked to the bone and shivering—not from cold, but from the finality of my decision. As I slid behind the wheel, a strange calm settled over me. For the first time in years, I was taking control.
'I, Natalie Carson,' I began, my voice growing stronger with each word, 'reject you, Alexander Pierce, as my mate.'
The pain was immediate and excruciating, like molten lead being poured directly into my veins. I screamed as the mate bond began to tear, the sacred connection bestowed by the Moon Goddess herself violently ripping apart.
'I reject the bond that has brought nothing but suffering,' I gasped through the agony. 'I reject the life that was never mine to live.'
With the last of my strength, I slammed my foot on the accelerator. The car lurched forward, tires spinning on the wet ground before finding purchase. The world seemed to slow as the vehicle sailed over the edge, suspended for one breathless moment before gravity claimed us.
I closed my eyes as we plummeted, the howling of the wind replaced by an eerie silence. 'I'm sorry, Luna,' I whispered to my wolf, feeling her curl tightly around my consciousness in a final embrace.
The impact came with a deafening crash of metal against rock. Water rushed in, cold and merciless, as the car began to sink. Pain exploded across my body, but it was nothing compared to the agony of the rejected bond. As darkness crept into the edges of my vision, I felt a strange sense of peace. Finally, it was over.
I don't remember how long I drifted, caught between life and death. Fragments of consciousness came and went—the sensation of being carried by the current, the taste of salt water, the distant howl of wolves. When I finally washed ashore, I was barely breathing, my body broken and my mind shattered.
Through the haze of pain, I sensed rather than saw the figures approaching—an elderly couple, their concerned voices drifting to me as if from a great distance.
'Moon Goddess, she's alive!' a female voice exclaimed. 'Quickly, Harold, help me carry her.'
Gentle hands lifted me, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through my battered body. I wanted to thank them, to explain, but darkness was pulling me under again, stronger this time.
The last thing I remembered was the scent of herbs and the soft murmur of a healing chant as I was carried away from the shore, away from my old life, away from Alexander.
And then, mercifully, there was nothing at all.
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