Chapter 2 "Giving Up Her Life"

• Yuri's Point of View
• “You don’t have to leave my side. I’ll marry Jasmine, but… we can still be together. You’ll always have a place in my life. You’ll be my mistress.”
• My breath hitched, a sharp sting in my chest as if something inside me had cracked open. My mouth tasted bitter, like the aftertaste of betrayal, and my throat burned as if I had swallowed fire. The man who held me dearly, now felt like a stranger asking me to live immorally. He was asking me to become an object that could be hidden, a secret to be kept behind closed doors.
• "I don’t want to lose you, Yuri. Stay by my side—be my mistress. I might marry another woman, but you’ll always belong to me."
• The one in his heart. I had given him everything—my heart, my loyalty, my body. And now? Now he wanted to share that with someone else, someone… better than an omega.
• "Is that…" I choked on my words, my throat tightening. Tears blurred my vision, but I forced myself to go on. "Is that what I am to you? A secret? A shadow? Something not worth fighting for?"
• His hand fell away from mine, as if my rejection burned him. “Yuri, don’t—”
• “Don’t what?” I snapped, cutting him off before he could finish. “Don’t make you feel guilty? Don’t remind you of the promises you made to me? Don’t ask for the respect I deserve?”
• “Please. Try to understand—”
• “I understand perfectly,” I said, slapping his hand that was about to hold mine. “You asked me to be your dirty little secret. Why? Because I am not worth to fight for.”
• If you loved me, you would have chosen me. I wanted to add that. But somehow, those words couldn’t slip from my mouth. I turned on my heel, walking toward the door. My hands trembled as I reached for the handle, but I forced myself to keep moving.
• “Yuri,” he called after me.
• I paused.
• ‘Turn back. Give him one last chance to fix this.’
• But then I remembered the look in his mother’s eyes when she threw that coffee on the carpet. The look that told me I would never be more than an omega to them… to him.
• Without a word, I opened the door. And…
• “What’s going on here!?” his mother, Luna Rose, snapped.
• She and Elder Julius stood before me. Rage narrowed their eyes! They barged into the room, prompting me to walked backward.
• “Mom! Father! What are you doing here?” Regis asked, while I was sandwiched in the middle, holding my breath.
• “What are we doing here?” Elder Julius repeated. “The better question is, what is she doing here?” He jabbed a finger in my direction without even sparing me a glance.
• At the same time, Rose looked at me like I was something foul she’d stepped in. “You!” she hissed. “You dare sneak into my son’s room? An omega wolf? How dare you disgrace this family with your filth!”
• I opened my mouth to speak, to explain, but what should I say? That I love their son and I am ready to face any criticism as long as they can accept me?
• “Enough,” Regis interjected, stepping between us. “Yuri is here because I wanted her to be. This is none of your business.”
• “You’re the Alpha of this pack, Regis. THIS IS OUR BUSINESS AS YOUR PARENTS. AND AS THE ELDER, THIS IS MY FUCKING BUSINESS,” elder Julius growled. “Everything you do reflects the Pack. Using an omega in secret is not only shameful but reckless.”
• “You seduced my son!” Rose snapped at me. “Throwing yourself at my son like some desperate little wretch. Did you really think you could crawl your way into his bed and steal a place that isn’t yours?”
• “That’s enough,” Regis yelled. “Yuri is not some… some wretch. She’s—”
• “She’s nothing!” Rose interjected. “An omega who doesn’t belong in your life! You’re the Alpha, my son. Your mate is supposed to lead beside you, to command respect. And this… this little omega?” She turned to me, her eyes narrowing. “She’s nothing but a stain on your legacy.”
• My chest tightened, and I swallowed hard. All the tears I had before went back and my emotions were replaced by feeling of worthlessness.
• “Mother, that’s enough!” Regis complained.
• “Enough?” Rose asked. “Well, I am not done!”
• She stepped closer to me, and before I could react, her hand came down hard across my cheek.
• Slap!
• As the slap landed, the pain exploded across my cheek, a sharp sting that mirrored the agony ripping through my chest. My breath hitched as I fought to stay upright. The world around me was spinning, not just because of the force of the blow but because the walls of my heart were crumbling. This was not just a slap—it was a symbol of everything I had lost, everything I was to them… nothing.
• With my hand pressed to the throbbing sting, I stared at Regis.
• His eyes were widened. His lips opened. But that’s all. Aside from that surprised expression on his face, he didn’t do anything.
• Before I could recover, Rose snatched the glass of water from the table. In an instant, the icy liquid struck me like a slap, drenching my uniform. It clung to me like a second skin, each drop a cruel reminder that I didn’t belong here.
• “Get out,” she hissed in a low voice. “Get out of this room, out of this house, and out of our lives.
• The silence that followed was oddly louder in my ears. Louder than any of the insults or threats that had been thrown my way. Whatever promises Regis and I had shared, they weren’t enough to change my horrible life.
• Without a word, a plea, an apology, anything… I turned and walked out of house. I didn’t even think about gathering my belongings. Every second I spent in that place was unbearable.
• Inside the taxi, my tears streamed down my cheeks. I swiped at them angrily, but they wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t .The pain in my chest was unbearable, like someone had reached inside and ripped my heart out.
• "Miss… are you alright?" the driver asked hesitantly, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.
• I looked at him, who was glancing at me through the rear mirror. I couldn’t answer a simple question.
• What could I say?
• That my entire life had just crumbled into pieces? That I had no idea where I was going or what I was supposed to do now?
• I simply shook my head and turned back to the window. The road ahead curved sharply, the dense forest giving way to a steep cliffside.
• “You’re soaking wet. Do you want some napkin?” the driver pressed on.
• Sobbing, I murmured, “It’s okay. I’ll get wet in the rain later” Then, I looked at the heavy rain outside. It was as if the weather knew the turmoil in my heart and was sympathizing me.
• “Oh my god!” the driver suddenly shouted. Then came the shake.
• The car quivered beneath us—no, it wasn’t just the car. The ground itself was trembling!
• “What's happening?” I gasped.
• The driver then screamed, “It’s a landslide!”
• There was no time to think. A deep, guttural roar filled the air—earth shifting, trees snapping. My gaze shot up just in time to see a mass of rock and mud cascading toward us, a monstrous wave of destruction. Then, impact.
• “Ahhhh!”
• The world shattered.
• The car jolted, violent, forceful, like it had been struck by some unseen hand.
• I clung to anything, but it didn’t help. The seat slammed into my back as the door was torn open by the force. I screamed again, “Ah! No!”
• I felt all the pain in my body. My head. My arms. My spine. The world spun around, and I fought so hard to stay conscious. And then, when the car twisted and slammed against something, I felt my body spinning in the air.
• And for a moment, there was silence. Along with it was creaking sounds of metal. Breathing heavily, I looked at the position of the car I was barely in. It was dangling at the edge of the cliff, rocking dangerously.
• ‘One wrong move, I am dead.’
• Slowly, I tried to move away. But because of the rain and the blood flowing on my head, I didn’t see where I step on. In result of that, my feet slippe. Next, my heart dropped.
• “Ack!”
• I raised my hand and grabbed to anything! Just anything!
• “Damn!” I cursed, feeling the weight of my body as I looked up and saw that jagged metal which I grabbed to keep myself from falling. Below me… is death.
• “Miss! Give me your hand!” I looked up to see the taxi driver leaning out of the overturned car, his hand outstretched toward me. “I’ve got you!” he called. “Just take my hand!”
• I stared at him, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. My arms ached, the strain unbearable, but it wasn’t just the physical pain that made me hesitate.
• It was everything else.
• I had no home to go back to. No plans. No future. No one who cared whether I lived or died.
• Regis was gone. The love I had fought for, the dreams I had cherished—they were all gone.
• If I stay alive, then what? I’d hear about Regis’s wedding. And I am sure that the pain would only eat me alive.
• I let out a bitter laugh—harsh, hollow.
• ‘Why am I laughing?’ I thought.
• Why, in this moment, when everything is slipping away, am I laughing?
• Maybe it was because I had accepted it. Accepted the fate that had always been creeping closer. Or maybe I just knew I couldn’t hold on anymore.
• I loosened my grip.
• “No!” the driver screamed, but his voice faded into the background, drowned out by the roar of the wind and the pounding of my own heartbeat.
• I took a deep breath, my fingers loosening their grip.
• And then, I let go.
• Surrendering to the fall, I closed my eyes,
• Will Regis even care?
• Well, with my death, I wished for him to suffer.