My Rogue

Chapter 4: Heartbroken

Mika's POV:

I could barely hear the words of the girl beside me as she strapped be back into the chains along the bed. She even took away my bobby pins... bitch. She muttered something about her Alpha being rash... must be the guy who just came in. My mate. Or at least, who used to be my mate. I was rejected. He didn't even know me, and I was rejected. Goddess, that hurt.

The pain had finally died down but my heart still hurt as though needles were stuck inside it, piercing deeper with every breath I took. And here I thought my life had already hit rock bottom. This guy didn't even take two second to decide I was trash before he threw me out.

I had gone through some shitty times at my old pack house, some unspeakable things that made me shake and quiver through the night. And still, I was alive today simply because I believed with all I had that someone out in this god-forsaken world could love me. Someone could need me. Someone was my mate.

All we were-wolves had one, a mate. A mate was like your soulmate, the person chosen by the moon goddess herself to walk through life with you, struggle through the ups and downs, and relish in the happy times. Someone you could trust your life to. Your other half.

And here I was, still the fool they all claimed I was. An outcast from my pack, a runaway rogue, and now... a reject.

A small chuckle left my mouth as I stared at the sheets, my hands bawling up the white cloth. I watched as drops of water fell onto the sheets and I pulled my shaking hand up to my eyes to wipe away the tears I didn't know I was making.

I heard a sigh and looked up through watery eyes to the female doctor, the one who took my bobby pins. She looked at me with sad eyes and pity, something I had never seen someone stare at me with before.

Hate I was used to. For as long as I've lived on this miserable planet, the gazes cast at me were filled with either hated, wicked amusement, or joy at my suffering. All these things I had seen before in all the eyes of the people who beat me. My old pack had worn me down and torn me to shreds till there was little left of the person I thought I could be and all that time they gazed down at me with eyes filled with scorn and evil laughter came from their mouths.

Never had someone once looked sorry for me. Never once had someone in my pack looked at me as if I was some poor creature to pity, to maybe pass some sympathy or condolences upon. No one had never looked at me like this girl did.

And it pissed me off.

She walked to the side of my bed, her hand stretched out as if to comfort me. My head shot up and eyes filled with all of the hate and self-loathing that lived within my body that burst to the surface. Tears spilled from my eyes but that didn't stop the pure hatred that erupted from my entire body.

The girl sucked in a sharp breath at my look before withdrawing her hand, turning and running out the door. When the door swung shut behind her, I could feel the hatred melt away into despair. The tears came out like streams down my face as I sucked in a sob.

Wow. I had nothing.

It was almost comical to me how shitty my life was. Every time I saw an ounce of hope, it was like Satan himself was there behind me, giggling like a mad man as he burned it to ash and sent me spiraling back into the hopeless darkness.

I was pissed, and I was broken. What more could this world take from me?

Whatever, no use staying here, just another pack house where I'm unwanted. Resolve steeled in my heart. So what if the world took away everything. Its not like I knew what it meant to have a place to belong or people to care about me in the first place. I've made it this far in my own, and dammit, I guess ill just have to make it all the way on my own. Some prick with bad taste won't kill me with a broken heart.

I sniffled the last of my sobs and looked down at the shackles around me hands. She took the ones off from my feet, most probably so I could scrunch my body in from the pain of the rejection without ripping my ankles to shreds with the silver-laced chains. Sadly, she did take my bobby pins, so there was only one way I was getting out of these chains.

I grit my teeth hard and began to wiggle my way through the cuffs. The silver in the cuffs came into contact with my skins and I cold hear it burn and sizzle as I struggled. In no time, blood began to seep from my wrists as the burns got worse. Perfect I thought as I used the blood as lubricant to tear my hands free. I hissed as my wrists burned from my escape, but hey, what's a little more pain. God damn I'm a fucking masochist.

I grin as I leap from the bed. The idiot pack left my things in the closet of the room so after a quick change, I leapt up to the window and burst through the glass out into the open air.

I took one last look at the shitty pack house, with my shitty mate. The wolf in me cried as I gave a grimace and turned away. I was done crying over this shit.