the ballroom smelled like money and hate
i stood in the white dress i saved six months for
shaking hands
ethan walked to the stage
my ethan
the one who swore under the moon he'd choose me no matter what
he grabbed the mic
looked at me like i was dirt
"Evelyn Sinclair," his voice loud and cold, "I, Ethan Black, future Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you as my mate and Luna."
the room exploded in whispers
then laughter
isabella stepped up in the dress that was supposed to be mine
crown already on her head
she leaned into the mic
"look at her thinking she was ever good enough"
someone in the front row, Gamma Ryan who i used to babysit, laughed right in my face
"human-blooded trash thinking she could be luna? please"
another voice from the back, Beta's daughter Claire
"she's what, one-sixteenth wolf? more like one-sixteenth whore"
laughter louder
someone threw a champagne flute
glass shattered at my feet
"go back to the gutter you crawled out of"
isabella again, smiling like a snake
"she really thought that pretty face could trick an alpha into keeping her"
"only a tenth pure and still thought she could wear the crown"
"disgusting"
a gamma i once called uncle spat on the floor when i walked past
"filthy half-breed"
"should've stayed in the human world where you belong"
"bet she spread her legs for the title"
the words kept coming
each one a knife
i couldn't breathe
couldn't move
just stood there while they tore me apart
ethan never looked at me once
just turned to isabella and kissed her
right there
on my engagement stage
the pack cheered
i ran
barefoot
glass cutting my feet
blood trailing behind me
through the pack house
past wolves who used to smile at me
now they sneered
"look at the rejected slut running"
"crying like the weak bitch she is"
"good riddance"
i made it to my room
locked the door
Sank to the floor
screamed until my throat was raw
they took everything
my home
my pack
my name
left me with nothing but the bite mark burning on my neck
and two pink lines i hadn't told anyone about
i looked in the mirror
dress torn
feet bleeding
crownless
trash
that's what they called me
trash
i made a promise to the girl in the mirror with dead eyes
they would choke on that word one day
i packed one bag
walked out at dawn
no one stopped me
some threw rocks
one hit my back
i didn't flinch
kept walking
three years later
i would make them beg
but that night
i just drove
until the pack was gone
until the pain was dull enough to breathe
ended up at eclipse
the most expensive human bar in the city
ordered the strongest thing they had
until drank the world stopped spinning
then he appeared
tall
silver hair
golden eyes that saw straight through me
he sat down
"rough night, little wolf?"
i laughed until i cried
he bought me a drink
then another
then took me upstairs
and for one night
i wasn't trash
i was his
(Chapter 1 End – typed this while crying into my coffee, my cat is judging me, next chapter three years of hell and coming back like a queen, love you absolute queens)
Author's Note:
wrote this with the baby sleeping on my chest and the cat on my feet, my shirt is wet with tears and milk, this chapter is my therapy, next chapter she walks back in and they all choke, muah revenge queens