Slap him

~A week later

Anaya’s P.O.V.

In the morning, everything was buzzing, except for the twinkling lights of the "Zee Nightclub" in front. The snow was falling with a cold wind.

My eyes suddenly opened when the dog barked. At first, I did not understand where I was. However, when the extremely cold ground on which I was lying, the old newspaper under my waist fluttered and my back was crushed, I came to my senses.

“Ahh” I put my hand on my waist. With back pain, I remembered lying on the right side of the entrance corner of a New York City subway station. Helplessly, I slipped my cold hands into the coat's sleeves. The thin old coat was thin in its initial state, so it ripped even more at the slightest pull.

Taking a deep breath, I let out a sigh. By wrapping both legs, I was able to bring them to my stomach further. A week had passed since that incident.

I spent my whole day wandering on the roads and began to sleep here at night. Sometimes I would go inside the club but there were so many cowards and drunkards. I was once the victim of one of them who lured me to the corner by tempting me to eat, but thanks to a man who saved me. After that, I was careful to find a place that was more public. There was a huge club near the station called the Zee Club, which was the most popular place for rich people. This made the night colorful.

I lay like this in the night, thirsty from the morning. However, now the pain in my stomach was making me restless and the noise from the club was getting louder. Sleeping was difficult at first, and now hunger had become a spectacle all of a sudden. Salty water came into my eyes.

I tried to hold back my tears by pressing my lips in helplessness. Why was this trial increasing day by day?

“God help me.” I sobbed and prayed with dilated eyes. It had only been a minute since I had called for help. After a minute, something fell from above near me. I first looked at that thing that was a few inches away from me; it was wrapped around a silky white material.

I dragged myself a bit and with trembling hands, I picked it up. It was a burger; a couple of bytes were taken. I raised my neck to the club and tried to see the person who did not appreciate the sustenance. I feel sorry for the person. Do they realize how much of a blessing food is?

When this blessing is taken away, you can only cry and long for it. Hunger is a very dangerous disease. It could not do anything to you like now without caring about leftovers. I opened the bun and smelled it. The smell was great. There was beef. It fell from the top of the club. While tears flowed, I started eating.

Crying, I finished the burger, wiped my hands, thanked and lay down. I don't know when life will be kind to me. Maybe never. My heart fluttered. I wanted to leave everything on time, but my mind was telling me otherwise.

I am Anaya Regan, daughter of Alpha Regan but now a homeless girl. I am 18 years old. Seven days ago, I also had a family, loving dad and caring mom. By looking at my condition, nobody could say that I was the dearest and delicate daughter of Grey moon pack’s Alpha. I was alone, shattered and homeless now. Peoples looked at me with pitiful eyes. The responsible for my condition was just one bas*ard, Alpha Raven.

My father hid that I have no wolf. When I turned eighteen, the news spread like fire in our pack. As a result, Alpha King killed my parents, destroyed my pack and took me as his slave.

I only heard about him never saw him. He was most cruel person I have ever listened. He was the one who killed my parents and made me suffer, but I wasn’t even in the condition to face him. I barely managed to escape; his warriors must be searching for me. What if he finds me? This thought sometimes disturbed me so much that I couldn’t even breathe.

Like every homeless person, I would get up and sit for a while on a newspaper and look longingly at the people who came and returned to the club. Their warm clothes, the coffee or sandwich in their hands, their clean faces and hair, and their eager steps towards their respective destinations made me sigh.

Most of all, I felt pain when many boys and girls were leaving with their parents. The calmness on their faces, the glimmer of hope for the future in their eyes, made my heart cry. I too was in the place of those people days ago, but it was fate that left me barren. No one is there for me. I don’t know why I was being punished?

My heart only prays for death.

Why? Why? I cried bitterly again but there was no one to care. I was weak, dirty and wolf less.

I was humiliated today because of work, but no one was willing to give me work because of my appearance. I was also ready to do cleaning work, but no one showed mercy to me. They humiliated me, called me ugly and made fun of my looks.

This helplessness and compulsion was my fate. No one cared about anyone there, my eyes became moist. I don't know what sin I committed that resulted in all this happening to me. I had never intended harm to even an ant, so why was everyone in the world tripping over me?

My face was covered in tears. I don’t know when my voice got louder and I started crying loudly. It became apparent to me when people started staring at me and stopped.

"Hey, dirty girl, why are you crying?" A voice startled me. My face flushed with shame as I hiccupped, wiping my tears away and sprinting away in a frenzy. I raced along, the cruel words of the bystanders echoing in my ears.

The turmoil in my stomach weakened me, yet I continued to run, my breaths coming in frantic gasps, determined not to halt. I found myself by the side of the road, momentarily forgetting everything. All I wanted was to escape, to flee from this heartless world. I had completely forgotten that the pedestrian crossing had closed, and a dark brown McLaren was approaching.

Instead of panicking and running aimlessly, I dropped to my knees, clutching my head. I had reached a point of despair, where ending my life seemed like the only solution. My inner voice urged me to endure this pain, promising a freedom.

My heart raced with fear. Suddenly, there was a deafening screech, and I was thrown backward, a scream escaping my lips. It felt like the end of my suffering and humiliation. The car came to a halt just in time, preventing me from being crushed beneath its wheels.

"Are you out of your mind?" I heard a muffled voice. "How dare you step in front of my car?" The voice continued, and I lifted my head, slowly opening my eyes to look.

He was a tall man with an athletic body. In my panic, I tried to runaway once more, but a strong grip on my arm held me, pulling me back.

"Not so fast, you troublesome girl," he hissed. "You'll pay for what you did." Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to break free from his grasp, but he held me firmly. He inspected his car for any damage, but there was none.

Was he a psycho?

Before I could utter a word, another voice drew his attention.

"Mr. Xavier."

At the sound of that voice, he released his grip on me. I stumbled and fell to the ground again.

"Damn it," he muttered, wiping his hands with a tissue in disgust.

"Hey, girl, there are better ways to seek help," he sneered, tossing the money onto my face with disdain. He berated me in front of the world. My face turned pale, but I no longer cared. A surge of anger coursed through me. He was about to turn away when I seized him from behind.

He spun around in astonishment, but before he could react, I slapped him across the face. Right there on the street, in front of a crowd of witnesses, I exacted revenge for my humiliation.

"Take your money, you jerk. We want nothing from the likes of you," I retorted, flinging the money back at him. Glaring at him, I turned to make my escape, when his deep voice sounded once more.

"You will pay, homeless girl. You will pay for what you've done." I clenched my teeth, covered my mouth, and run.

I had taken my revenge, and in that moment, a sense of peace washed over me.