Eva's POV
Alpha Liam immediately gestured to the soldier who did, scurrying away like a weak ass pregnant woman.
He turned to stare heatedly at me with a gaze as dark as a crow flying through a pitch black night. For a moment I was lost in his eyes but then the earlier infatuation washed off when I remembered how fully involved he was in my suffering.
"He's still the son of your father's murderer." Isla said in my head and I slowly nodded. I hadn't forgotten,
He took a few predatory steps towards me and as soon as he was right in front of me, he landed a single punch to my face which immediately threw my head backwards.
My body twitched violently and I knew I was about to attack him but I reined in my anger because I knew that snapping right now would be the end of me. He would kill me off, the same way that his father had killed my parents.
"Don't you ever call me your mate..!" He growled. His voice sounded low and menacing, the kind that was supposed to scare people off but unfortunately for him, I wasn't people. I was me.
I raised my head up to meet his gaze and smirked evilly. I saw the look of shock on his face but that seemed to fuel me even more. He didn't know what was coming to him at all.
"You dare disrespect me?" He snarled but I said nothing. I couldn't quite understand what he meant about being disrespected when I had literally said nothing to him.
An awkward silence followed, and when he spoke up after a few minutes, he said exactly what I've been waiting for him to say;
"I would not have anything to do with a dipshit like you regardless of whatever the so-called moon goddess has destined, and so, I Liam Blackwood, Alpha of Black moon pack, hereby rejects you, Eva Silverstone as my mate!"
As soon as he uttered those words, I immediately felt a sharp pain run up the length of my chest and back but just as soon as it came, it left, replaced by a feeling of great relief.
I exhaled unknowingly, relieved that he had freed me of the burden of being the mate to someone like him but was immediately snapped back to him when I saw the look of pure shock on his face.
I didn't wait for him to say anything else though, I immediately turned on my heels and left, happy that I wouldn't have to be the mate to someone like him, but at the same time sad that I had just been rejected.
I was conflicted, but that didn't stop the smug smile from appearing on my face as I walked away.
***
My head and body ached terribly, and even my limbs felt like they were on fire. I needed to rest, desperately needed to but I knew that resting would only create more problems for me.
Ever since the day I got rejected by Alpha Liam, it was as if he had told his family about it because suddenly his sister Raquel, and his mother made it their life's duties to torture me in every way possible.
They literally began starving me and even forced me to take on jobs that naturally shouldn't be given to a lady.
But did I complain? Of course, I didn't!
Today was another one of their several bad days where they had unreasonable mood swings; and I was being punished for it.
The type of punishment they had come up with was having to make me sort out tons and tons of several fabrics they said was needed for Alpha Liam's coronation.
The workload was hectic and I was pre warned not to allow anyone to help me with it, as if anyone would want to in the first place.
No one would've wanted to help though because they had always been banned from relating with me in any possible way.
I was practically an outcast here.
I was still bent sorting through the many fabrics when I felt someone or something hit me on the head from behind. The pain was so much that it sent me sprawling to the floor.
What the he—
I swiftly turned back to lash out at whoever it must've been only to come face to face with the queen and her devilish daughter, Raquel.
"What's that for? I groaned in frustration but instead, she smirked at me, whilst showing off her pretty dimples.
Raquel was beautiful, one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen, after me of course, but just as the moon goddess had blessed her with beauty, she also gave her an overdose of wickedness.
As if sensing the anger on my face and to spite me, she pulled me by my hair and began tugging at it just as her mother began slapping and kicking at my sides.
The pain was too much; almost unbearable but I had gone through worse.
Suddenly I was pushed to the floor and wailed as Raquel began to scratch and claw at her face. All this while, her mother stood back, smirking while her daughter unleashed terror on me.
I couldn't fight back though, I knew what would become of me if I did and so I simply laid back while Raquel sent hard blows to my face and body.
When she was done, she picked up a sharp blade from her mother's purse and used it to rip the front line of my dress until my chest and some parts of my boobs were out on display.
Feeling satisfied with what they had done, they spat at me and left.
I laid there, crying softly, willing all of these to be a bad dream. I couldn't leave where I was because the entire pack was crowded and I knew that walking out of here would mean exposing my cheetah region to the prying eyes of leering men.
Just as I thought that all hope was lost, I immediately felt myself being lifted into someone's arms. I intensively sighed at the comfort but then my eyes sprung open when I inhaled the