He rejected me?

**Layla**

   Luke turned away from me, letting my hands drop to my side. He runs his hands though hair and I can see the tension in his back muscles as he tugs on his golden locks. His actions make me nervous and I am secretly starting to break down inside. What is he hidding from me? What is this big secret about Amy? Did he know her from his past? I have to find out. Putting my hand on Lukes shoulder, I slowly turn him to face me. "Luke please, I have to know how you know her." An emotion flashes across his face and for a second, I think its fear, but dismiss it. Why would he be scared? He has no reason to be, I hope. "Layla, I don't know how to explain this to you..I don't want to lie you, but...." He trailed off, making me even more confused.

   Before he continued, footsteps entering the kitchen made me and Luke both jump. Blake strolled into the kitchen, and stopped when he spots me and Luke. My heart starts to ace at the sight of him. Something doesn't seem right with him. "Are you drunk?" Luke asks him, making me wonder. "W..what's it to yo..u lovver boyy?" Blake asks, slurring his words. "Dude, its only five and your already drunk? What, you couldn't wait until the party starts?" Luke gives Blake a disapproving glare. "Fuuucck off, I can do whatever the helllll I wannt, I..I amm Alphaa." Luke shakes his head and I don't dare look at Blake as he sits at the kitchen table. "Look, can we please talk about this later, when we are alone?" Luke asks. "No, I wanna know, it can't be that bad, and I don't care that he is here, he is to drunk to remember anything we say anyways." I whisper to Luke. Luke gives me a nervous look and begins to walk away from me. "We will talk later, I need some air." With that, I am left alone in the kitchen with Blake.

  I let my eyes wonder over to where Blake is seated at the table. He has on some dark washed jeans that hang perfectly on his hips, his blue Hollister shirt is form fitted and shows off ever muscle that he is trying to hide underneath. He holds a beer bottle in one hand and he is holding his head up with the other hand.  "Youuu likkke whhat you seee baby?" Blake's words snap me out of my trance and I blush. "I need to go get ready for the party." I tell him, and leave the kitchen before he has a chance to respond.

  Making my way up to mine and Luke's room, I search through my suitcases and can not seem to find anything to wear. *Ring Ring*. My phone gos off and I make my way over to the night stand and see that Tayloe is calling. "Oh my gosh, I miss you so much!" I yell into the phone the moment I answer. "I figured you did, I mean I am pretty amazing. So how are things going? I mean is Blake like he was when you first left? Have you guys hooked up? Ohhh, I'm Sorry, how's your mom? And your dad?" Within thirty minutes, I was able to explain in very good detail what all has been happening since she last seen her. "Wow, Layla, I am so sorry about your dad. And Luke sounds great. As for Blake that boy definitely wants to fuck you. But, you need to be careful, mate or not, his intention might not be good." Tayloe's words make my heart flutter and break at the same time. "Well love, I have to go, but I hope you have a good time at the party, and please be smart, I love you my bestie-westie." I smiled at her words. "And I love you my Kingy-Wingy." This Is a response that we have been using whenever we tell each other that we love each other. We seen it in a movie once and it stuck.

  Laying my phone down on the dresser, I made my way back to my suitcase and continued my search. I finally decided on a purple strapless dress, that come just past my thighs and a pair of black high heels. I decide to curl my long blonde hair and make it to where it flows in curls down my back. For my makeup I decide on a light pink lip gloss and some mascara and eyeliner. Looking at myself I the mirror, I am pleased. I make my way back down stairs to try and find Luke, I need to know what he is hidding from me. Walking back into the kitchen, Luke is no where to be found. Blake on the other hand is still sitting at the table. He makes eye contact with me and his eyes widen. "Wow, you..you look amazing." Feeling a bit confused at his normal tone, I walk to the table and look at him. "Weren't you just drunk an hour ago?" "Wolves sober up quick." He says ranking over my body. "Hey, you, my eyes are up here." I say, making him chuckle.

  Sighing in disbelief, I begin to walk away from him, but I am stopped when he stands in front of me. His blue eyes search mine and my heart skips two beats. "Layla, about earlier, I am really sorry." Feeling my eyes well up with tears, I look away from him. "I know, it was a mistake, you don't have to remind me." My voice comes out shaky and I scold myself. He cannot see me cry. "Layla, it was not a mistake, I loved being with you. I mean, you are my mate after all." Looking back at him, my anger is in full effect. My hand connects with his cheek before I can comprehend what is happening. "You bastard, if I am your mate then why the hell are you layed up with that other bitch then? You rejected me, remember?" Blake looks taken back with my actions. "Oh, so you think me being with Amy is so wrong? Well what about that dick you are layed up with? He is no angle, that's for sure." I can't believe this boy. "What's that suppose to mean?" I ask Blake. "Oh, so he hasn't told you huh? Well sweetheart, you are in for a suprise." Fear started to over take me and before Blake could say anymore, I left the kitchen.

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  Its nine thirty and the party is in full swing. I still haven't been able to find Luke since he said he needed some air. I walk through the crowd of people and make my way to the kitchen. Music is blaring throughout the entire house and its beginning to give me a slight headache. I decided that it would not be in my best interest not to drink, even tho I desperately want to. The kitchen is flooded with people and I try my best to make it to the cabinet above the stove to retrieve some aspirin. To my relief, I am able to get the medican in me and I manage my way back through the living room and make my way outside.

As I walk down the steps, I step over numerous bodies that lie face down. Beer bottles are littered all over the yard and I am just thankful I am not the one that has to clean this up tomorrow. Feeling a little nervous, I call Luke in the hopes of finding him. His answer machine comes on and I let out a frustrated sigh. Where could he be? I need to talk to him. He needs to explain everything. I take a seat on a bench that is placed under a large oak tree, a shiver runs down my spine as I get whif of a very familiar smell. I look up to see Blake walking towards me, a smile playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, has lover boy left you all alone? Where could he have went?" Blake is obviously buzzed and is getting drunker and drunker by the minute. He sits beside me on the bench and the smell of beer hits me. I scrunch my nose and he gives me a breth taking smile. "You are so cute when you do that. Did you know that?" A thought accurs to me and I mentally praise myself. "No I didn't, but you know something that I would love to know, how does Luke know Amy?" Blake brings his hands to my head and pulls me closer to him. At first I hesitated,  but I let him bring is mouth to my ear. "He's her mate." I gasped at his words and as if on cue, I look up to see Luke emerging from the woods, with Amy trailing behind him.

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