Chapter 22: Withered Plight
Rory
I wasn’t sure of how long I remained in the pitch black room. Hours? Days? It felt so long that I had completely lost track of time. I slept and woke up and slept again, stomach growling with hunger and throat parched and in dire thirst for water.
Alex didn’t come to check up on me for once. It was like he was punishing me for fleeing and refusing to show up for the wedding by starving me to death or something. My hands which were tied tightly had completely grown numb and my eyes were undoubtedly swollen from the amount of times I’ve been crying.
At a point, I desperately wished I wasn’t currently tied, then I’d have licked up my teardrops in order to clear up my thirst a little.
At first, I kept screaming and screaming for help. But after the hours bled into days, I gave up on trying. I felt extremely weak, too weak to do anything but wallow in self pity and pain.
As I stared straight ahead in the pitch blackness of the room, I silently wondered if the alpha who had rejected me had gone along with his wedding without stopping to regret rejecting me for a moment. It still hurt my heart so much that I got rejected like that without any sort of hesitation from him. It hurt even more that after what I’d term as the best night of my life, I had to fall right into the grasp of an alpha as cruel and horrible as the alpha prince.
My heart ached so much whenever I remember that my sister was undoubtedly aware of my current situation and had done nothing to help me in any way. It still shocked me to accept the fact that she never loved me. To think I always use to believe that we were like best friends, to think I once believed that I was one of the best things that had ever happened to her.
I leaned my head against the cold wall as tears silently rolled down my cheeks, warm tears which I wished I could drink up. It still surprised me that my tired and worn out eyes could still produce this much tears.
As I remained in the same spot, I silently began to curse the fact that I was a male omega. If I was a beta, at least I won’t have to go through a quarter of the things I go through on a normal day as an omega. At least I’d be able to live a quiet, peaceful life. But sadly, I had to get created as an omega, a class of werewolves which people term as misfortune.