||Rosie POV||
I felt like a hand was dug into my chest and it began to tear off whatever held my heart together. Pain filled up every cell in my body.
The tears burst out of me like a fountain and I found myself on the floor, begging. "No… Austin you can't do this to me… you can't do this to my family. Please… you just took my virginity and now this? Please, tell me that this is a joke… Austin—"
"This is not a joke, Rosie!" His voice boomed, the cruelty in them tearing through the veil of delusion I have long carried. "I don't care about your family. I care about me and my ambitions! What were you thinking?"
My eyes closed as I cried, hoping this was all a bad dream but his angry voice still loomed in my ears.
"A miserable omega like you never stood a chance! I would never stoop as low. You are nothing but mud! Trash that should be avoided! Consider yourself lucky that I even touched you!"
Each word he spat at me felt like tiny blades that tore away at my life.
"Now, you'll be a good girl and you will accept this rejection and leave me the hell alone because if you don't, I'll ruin you and your entire family. I'll make you regret every second you spend breathing… Accept this rejection and go on living your meaningless life."
From the look of his bloodshot red eyes, I knew he wasn't bluffing. This was the Austin Anderson everyone feared. The ruthless crowned Beta who could get away with any crime.
As much I knew it would break my parents heart, I also knew that it was better they stayed alive than dead.
"I accept it… I accept the rejection." My body trembled from the tremors of my tears and the fear for what would become of me and my family.
But Austin smiled and lowered himself to my level. He took my jaw and brought his face to mine. Then he gave me one final kiss, "A wretched omega like you should have never dreamed of becoming the mate of a Beta, you dug your own grave, Rosie. This was never my fault. This is all on you…"
He straightened up and walked to the door. "Dress up and meet me outside so we can return to the pack. And whatever you do, do not waste my time. Ten minutes is all I can give." With that he left.
As soon as the door closed behind him, tears streamed down my cheeks and I almost yelled in anguish but I quickly clasped my mouth and muffled my screams.
He was right. This was all my fault. I had foolishly clinged to him, refusing to admit all the signs.
Austin was a walking red flag from the moment we realized we were mates. Yet, I kept making excuses for him. I kept hating everything else around me. Except him.
Yet the bitter truth remained, Austin never liked me. He never even tried to hide it. He ignored me ever since our mating ceremony but I lied to myself that it was because he was busy. I messaged him everyday on Estagram even though he almost never replied.
And now, I have whored myself with him, throwing my dignity away like it meant nothing. How could I be so foolish?
The tears kept streaming down my face as my mind replayed the awful s*x I just had with him, along with painful words he threw at me…
I didn't know how long I cried on the small bed of that old motel but when my eyes went dry, I knew I couldn't see him. I couldn't stay in his car and let him drive me. I wasted more time, just to be sure that he was gone, then I got up.
I grabbed my clothes and fixed myself up. The top of my dress was torn— thanks to his rough handling but I managed to make it appear less obvious and more like a style.
Stepping out of the room, I hurriedly made my way down to the reception area of the motel. Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I took a corridor I saw down the hall where I thought I saw a second exit sign flashing ahead.
I didn't want to take the main door and risk seeing Austin still there. As I saw the exit door come into view, I picked up my pace.
The moment I stepped out into the night, some relief washed over me as it became clear that I had somehow managed to escape Austin. Now, I just had to find a ride back home.
My eyes caught sight of a black van parked by the side of the building and I hoped whoever owned it, would be kind enough to drive me back— if I opted to wait for them.
"And where do you think you are going?" A gruff voice suddenly barked behind me.
I jumped and turned to find two hefty men coming towards me. Scared they might have been sent by Austin to get me, I briskly turned and ran.
But with my heels and my low rank, I could barely make it across the small parking lot when their strong arms grabbed at me.
"Help! Let me go! Please! Let me—"
"Shut your mouth!" One of them angrily snapped.
"You think you can escape, escort?" The other growled, sneering at me as they forcefully dragged me back to the motel.
My eyes widened at what he had called me and somehow, I felt even more broken— Austin told them that I was his escort?
The tear I thought I had managed to dry out, resumed spilling and I felt even worse than before. I kicked and struggled to get out of their grip.
"Let me go! I beg of you!!" I yelled at them but they didn't listen.
They continued dragging me until we got to the same corridor I had passed. One kicked a door and they dumped me inside. I landed on top of other females— who immediately pushed me off them.
"Hey! Watch where you put your paws escort!" One hissed and the others started giggling in excitement.
My cries instantly stopped as my body froze. slowly, I turned to get a good look at who they were and my heart dropped to my stomach as the réalisation hit me.
They were prostitutes. Real escorts.
"No…" I whimpered as I realized that the bulky men were not from Austin. They thought I was one of their girls!
"Be a good girl and play nice until your next client," one of the men said as he began to pull the door closed.
Energy I didn't even know I had, surged through my body and I jumped at the door just as it was about closing.
"You've got the wrong person!" I yelled, gripping the door like my life depended on it. "I am not who you think I am… I swear I am not a prostitute! I came here with—" the words suddenly hung in my throat as I realized the moment I told them who I was with, they were not going to believe me.
"Who did you come with?" One of the men asked, his eyes already sparkling with amusement.
"I— I swear, I am not lying. I am not…" my words trailed as I stole a quick glance at the girls around me. They all had such heavy makeups I could barely tell the difference between them… "I am not one of them. Please, believe me."
The other one, motioned to someone behind me and then nodded. "Alright, we'll go check the register to confirm that but first, take some water and relax. You are no good to anyone if you are this stressed… not even to yourself."
"Here," one of the ladies suddenly said behind him.
Confused, I turned to find her presenting me with a glass of clear liquid. I could still feel the men staring at me and I didn't know what to do. Maybe it was a test to see if I would be scared.
'Innocent people don't refuse water…' I told myself as I took the glass from her.
Watching their reaction from the corners of my eyes, I quickly drank the water but the moment it passed my throat, I knew I had made a terrible mistake.
"That wasn't water…" I cried out, my head already feeling the effect.
The woman smirked and took the glass from me. "No, it's called Holy cup of Sin. It will help numb the pain and make you enjoy yourself tonight…"
Her words started bouncing off my ears and I felt pain hit all over my body at once. It was as if I was hit with a metal.
My head spun and I heard a ringing sound in my head, right before everything faded into darkness.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a huge king sized bed and flashed of memories I could barely recall filled my head.
They were memories of me dancing seductively on a pole, laughing like I had no worries in the world. Not even the hungry stares of the numerous werewolves around me bothered me. Even now as the memories flooded my mind, I was enjoying it. I loved those stares and I wanted more.
Slowly I pulled myself off the bed and paused as the memories hit me once more. This time, I remembered those men. They had drugged me and made me do all of those things.
Normally, I should have been panicking. I should have been scared and maybe search for ways to escape as the drug was beginning to dwindle out of my system but I couldn't.
I had already prostituted myself today to Austin so what was the point of acting modest and decent now?
My life was already ruined. What was the point of pretending to be a saint now? What would an extra love hurt that Austin hadn't already destroyed?
With the pain still burning inside of me, I slowly returned to the bed and like a real escort, I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the first client to warm my bed.
As if on cue, the door to the room swung open and an intimidating aura filled the entire space. I gently moved my neck and my heart skipped a beat as our eyes met.
His icy blue ones piercing through me till my breath got caught in my throat. I knew who he was.
It was Damian Stewart, the son of the Alpha and Austin's closest friend.
But I also knew that he shouldn't have been here. Especially not in a drunken state.