My Promised Rejection (Olivia and Ace) novel Chapter 94

Collette POV

I can’t believe they took the councilmen for execution. How can that man really be the king? How can my mother be a f**king queen? I look at my father still unconscious on the floor after the shot my mother gave him earlier. He hasn’t moved a muscle. I know she was lying about how much she gave him. She had to have given him more than he ever gave her. He would only sprinkle a little on her tea before he left to meet one of the omegas.

She should have been happy he numbed the bond so she didn’t have to feel the pain. He could have simply rejected her or made her feel every second of agony. It’s like my dad always said. After she had pups, she never cared about what she looked like. She was like a maid and nanny. Maybe if she had made some effort he wouldn’t have needed to cheat. I mean he was a Beta. He deserved a better mate than the goddess gave him. “Goddess, you are a little b**ch aren’t you,” a voice says from behind me.

I spin on my heel and my heart starts to beat out of my chest. It’s the same scarred woman that showed up the day we got thrown into the cells. The one that said she was the Goddess of Vengeance. My mind plays back the way she killed all of Roger’s men and I feel like I can’t breathe. “Why are you here,” I whisper, afraid to piss her off. “Why am I here? I’m here because they plan on giving you over to the council,” she says.

“I don’t understand.” “You deserve far worse than to be given over to the council and to be locked up for your crimes,” she says. I try to back up, but the bars stop me from moving any further. “I’ve done nothing wrong. I had no choice but to come to the pack the day the council came. Roman gave us an Alpha order. My father and I did nothing wrong. I didn’t want to return to this disgusting pack.” She throws her head back and laughs.

“You do know that the goddess knows exactly what you’ve done. All the atrocities, you’ve committed. Just because you were better at hiding it than your b**ch of sister doesn’t mean we don’t know everything” she says, taking a step closer to me. Her words and the scars that cover her body make bile rise in my throat.

Two deep scars run from her ears over each cheek and down to her chin. A scar that must be a half inch thick runs across her forehead. Every exposed inch of her skin is covered in scars.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about my scars, little girl. I’d worry about the ones I’m about to give you,” she says.

“No, please don’t do this. I don’t know what you think I’ve done, but I swear I haven’t hurt anyone.” She reaches out and, despite my efforts to dodge, she grabs my face. As soon as her skin touches mine, my world goes black. When my eyes open again, I’m in the house I grew up in. My mom is in the kitchen and my dad is sitting next to me on the couch. I remember this day. I think I was about fifteen.

Flashback

“Make sure you get her to drink the whole cup. If you keep helping dad with this, I’ll get you that car you want so much. Besides, I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, and I can’t have her feeling the pain. She will run right to Xavier, and then we will all be stripped of our rank in the pack. You and your sister would be omegas like that pathetic girl Rain,” he says.

“I’ll make sure dad. I hate that b**ch Rain. Kevin is always looking at her. I want him to be my mate, dad. If I keep helping you drug mom, can you help me make that happen?” “Of course, sweetheart. I don’t want you to have a pathetic mate like me and Kevin needs a mate of Beta blood,” he says.

I stand from the couch and head into the kitchen. My mom’s just about to pour her tea when I rush toward her. “Mom, let me get that for you. I know how you like it. You are always taking such good care of us. We should be doing the same for you.” She cups my cheek and presses a kiss on my forehead. I feel a twinge of guilt but quickly squash it. If she wasn’t so frumpy and easy to push around none of this would be happening, I think as I sprinkle the small amount of wolfsbane in her tea.

Bite after bite, tears at my flesh. I feel it as if it’s really happening. I scream for them to stop, but they seemed to be fueled by my cries. I don’t know how long they continue to attack me, but when they finally stop I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m covered in blood and I can’t move. This can’t be real. I was in the cell. This is all sh*t created in my mind. If that’s the case, why do I feel so weak? Why does everything hurt so bad?

I maniacal cackle has my body freezing before everything goes black again. When my eyes open, I’m back in the cell. I look around praying that the evil goddess is gone. My eyes land on my father, who is finally awake. He is staring at me like I’ve grown another head. “Dad, you’re awake. Thank the goddess.” “What the hell happened to you,” he practically yells. “What are you talking about?” “You are covered in scars Collette? You look like a monster,” he says.

No, it can’t be true. I raise my arms and sure enough I’m covered in jagged, angry–looking scars. I lift my shirt and every inch of me is covered. My hands go to my face and, despite not being able to see them, I can feel them. “Why” is all I manage to croak out.

“Now you look as evil on the outside as you are on the inside. Don’t worry Collette, I’ll see you really soon. Oh, and just so you know, because you were so worried about having a ranked mate. You were meant to be a Luna, but because you and your sister were never satisfied, she took your fated mate as her chosen. Have a nice rest of your life until we meet again,” she says in my head. I scream and fall to my knees.