The Alpha’s Rejected Daughter by Humble Smith

Finally, the school bell rang for closure, and I quickly picked myself up from the ground and scurried out of the classroom like someone who was being chased.

“Where are you running to?”

“Come back here, pig!”

“She looks like a scarecrow. Let’s give her that name.”

Mockery laughter followed the derisive insults raining on me from behind, making me wish I could turn myself deaf so I wouldn’t have to hear all that. All I could do was quicken my pace, wanting to leave the school as I fought back my tears, not wanting to cry anymore.

I have to be strong. I have to train harder, just as the proprietor told me when I went to report. She had even informed me of students who had resolved to commit suicide when they couldn’t take in the bully.

She made it clear to me that there were only two options: train harder or kill yourself. This was ringing in my head as I hurried out of the school compound, heading straight home with my eyes avoiding every other corner.

I got home and went straight to my room, laid on the bed, and allowed my tears to flow freely, wetting the pillow till I dozed

off.

A knock was what woke me up, and the first place my eyes went to was the clock. I gasped on seeing it was night already. A sharp pain hit my stomach as it grumbled in hunger, leaving me clenching my teeth and wrapping my arms around it.

The knock came again, and I rubbed my eyes, jumping from the bed to open the door to whoever it was. My vision still seemed impaired as I struggled to trace the door with my sleepy eyes. My whole body was just so weak, and my legs were fighting to hold my body.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I successfully got to the door, unlocked and opened it.

“What?” My voice was barely audible as I peered at the figure standing in front of my door with a tray of food. It was like every sleep in my eyes vanished as I stood straight, looking intensely at him, unsure what he was here for. It can’t be that you came to really offer me food.

There are maids who do that, and besides, I go to the kitchen to take the food dishes out for me. No one had ever come to serve me, not to mention the king. Or is it my eyes playing pranks on me?

“How are you feeling?” He asked casually, walking in and dropping the tray on the table beside my bed before turning back to me, who was still standing at the door.

“Come over and sit, or don’t you feel hungry?” He said, still in his casual tone. He had never sounded soft or caring. There was no way you would know if he cared or not. He just doesn’t sound like someone who has anyone to worry about, always having a mean facial expression

“You brought my food? I’m shocked, just as I was shocked when you offered me your jacket, made love with me, and treated me like I meant something. Then that was it…” I walked closer to him but didn’t sit on the bed; instead, I stood in front of him, looking into those charming hazel eyes.

“Am I wrong to bring your food? I was going to my room, so I decided to bring your food because I was told you haven’t eaten since you came back from school. He shrugged and gestured at the food. “Here is it. Eat. I don’t know why you’re starving.”

“Who told you I haven’t eaten since I came back from school?” Lasked, and he paused and arched his brows as if he were thinking.

“Is that what matters!”

“Yes. I need to know who cares as much as to know I haven’t eaten till now, Or were you the one that asked the chefs if I had eaten?” I questioned him, and he flinched a bit. I noticed how tense he became.

I don’t understand what you are saying. Stop talking and catt” He snapped, uncovering the food.

“I don’t want to eat, so take back your food and leave; I want to sleep.”

“What?” He was surprised, his eyes scanning my face.

“Is there a particular reason? I am sure you must be hungry. Don’t you like the food! I can tell them to cook another- anyone you want.” He said to me, still sounding emotionless, that not even his tone or eyes could give a hint that he had any atom of pity or care for me. It was like he was forced to do all he was doing.

“I don’t want to eat because you are the one who brought it to me. Your presence took away my appetite, and now I don’t feel any urge to eat this after all you did to me. Why do you treat me badly? Have you ever loved me? When did it fade? I can’t eat when you haven’t even accepted your child.” I shrugged and sat on the bed, my legs out, as I lay flat on the bed, looking up to the ceiling.

“Okay, whatever. I can see you aren’t hungry. Sleep on” He began to pack and headed to the exit. Hunger was burning my stomach, and it was as if every worm in there was feeding on me. The aroma of the saucy spaghetti had spread over the room when he opened it, and now it filled my nostrils, torturing me.

Seeing him walk out when he was supposed to pet me and at least talk tenderly to me was one of the most heartbreaking moments of my life. I wanted him to show me real love through words and touches. I want to see him treat me well again, because that is what it should be. That was how fate had aligned when it made us mates.

But it seemed I was yet to know how cold this man was. He really left with the food and would allow me to starve.

Tears brimmed my eyes, but I wiped them off, not wanting to cry. I want to stop crying over everything, but my heart won’t just stop pumping with sadness. My life has just not been going right since my mother’s death.

The door creaked open at that moment, and in so much excitement, I jumped up from the bed, darting my eyes at the door with so much belief and hope that it was Lucian returning. I really was so sure he was the one who had a changed heart and was unable to just leave me like that, but I was highly disappointed.

My eyes fell on a familiar face: a man dressed in the bodyguards vest, but he has a badge. I had seen him so many times with Lucian. I could easily guess he was Lucian’s personal guard. He was with him that day when they visited my pack.

As he walked forward to me, I noticed his eyes darken and those brows crease. His face was stony and dangerous.

“Are you trying to get close to the king? Haven’t you learned your lesson? Can’t you read the handwriting on the wall!” He began immediately, his tone far from being friendly; instead, it was like one who would kill me in the next minute.

“What are you saying?” I asked weakly, as the hunger was literally sapping out my whole strength.

“If you can’t understand, you may never. Maybe inside the grave, you will realize your mistakes and how you should have. been wise enough to stay away from him.” He growled, covering up the space between us.

“Lucian doesn’t even like me. Why is everyone acting aggressively on me, warning and threatening me over a man that isn’t even mine?” I retorted, giving him a glare.

“He came to your room this night, right?” He asked with a mischievous smile, his hands clasped to the back as he walked to and fro in my room.

“Yes, and he is gone. You’re close to him; why not go ask him what he was doing here? I don’t really understand what you are here for?!” I blurted, sounding really harsh with the fury burning inside of me.

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“I am here to give you a warning in addition to the one my sister gave you because it seems you didn’t grasp her’s well. He smirked, his eyes glinting in a way that was really frightening.

“Warning for me to stay away from Lucian. How many times do I have to tell you he doesn’t like me? He hates me for a reason I don’t know. I thought he must have told you. You were with him that night, and he claimed I was his mate. We stayed in the same room and slept together. It was all love till the next day, and I was forced to believe it was all in my dream and never reality! I paused, taking a deep breath, as my heart grew heavy and sweat formed on my forehead, with a headache seeping in.

“Since that day till now, he has been so cold to me and won’t even tell me where I went wrong. He came this night with food and left with it. Maybe you can help me ask him what I did wrong. I let out a long sigh, sitting back on the bed.

He chuckled deeply, looking forward to me with a menacing gaze.

“Lucian is for my sister alone, and I saw from the start that you are really trying to snat c

h him from her, which I won’t allow I won’t be alive to watch it happen. I don’t want to hurt you, so don’t force me to.” He said it with a mean tone, shaking his head as those dark eyes pierced into mine.

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