The Mallapers: A Rejected Mate Story

Chapter Six

Leyla's point of view

I stood there quietly and timidly as he whispered my name. I shook my head forgetting her crazy thoughts about him longing for her. She was imagining this. His eyes were beautiful so deep and they stirred with emotions that she could not identify. Amira whined at the loss of contact from her mate but she was not howling anymore. She appeared to be content in his presence, she wanted me to speak to him, to beg him to be with her, she did not want to lose his wolf because she was in love with him. There was nothing I could say to her to stop this, it was how it was meant to be. 

"Leyla," he said as he shook his head and his voice returned passively. The eyes that I once thought held longing, started to fill with hate and anger. It was like he suddenly remembered who I was. "I know you feel something towards me, I could feel your head thumping and smell your arousal and it is not appropriate. I have a mate to whom you will be serving." 

I could feel my heart plummet as he said these words. I knew then that he did not accept the mate bond, that he did not want me as a mate. Was I the only one who was feeling the sparks or was he oblivious. "Although, I am flattered" he said huskily, his eyes were once mocha, were now a golden colour. I could see his wolf trying to gain control and the Prince trying to reign him. I could clearly see the internal battle he was having and I could see the Prince push him into the back of his mind, his human side clearly appearing to be more dominant. "Just remember Leyla, you are not worthy and you are definitely not my mate." 

The final parts left of my heart cracked and a single tear escaped my eye and fell to the floor. I did not know whether this was rejection or not but it hurt. I felt the stab to my heart and the pain seep out across my body. I knew I needed to get away from him. I could barely form a sentence but I needed to say something to excuse myself. The darkness was spreading across my body it was like a poison spreading with no antidote. I just nodded and gazed at the floor and whispered "I understand. I will take my leave. Goodnight your highness." I could not bare to call him my prince again because I understood that he would never be mine. 

"You may be excused. Just remember your place. Goodnight Ms Leyla." He said, his voice oozing with control and confidence. I felt the pain as there was no sympathy, no explanation, not even an acknowledgement of the mate bond. I knew there was no point in asking, he would just laugh and ridicule me or he would sentence me to death for telling lies. I knew that I would be branded with a royal mark of being a traitor and if I was ever going to have a happy life in the future I could not hold the weight of that mark as it would ruin my life. 

The royal mark had been used by many Monarchs and it symbolised a traitor, a threat to the royal throne. It was believed to be a gift from the goddess to the Monarch to ensure that her teachings were being followed. It was believed to be used by the Monarch's to ensure that the rules were followed and they were obeyed. According to our history it is believed that only a true moon-given King or Queen could use the Royal command and that should they ever misuse the command there would be dire consequences. 

I quickly left the clearing trying to remember the path back to the cottage, leaving the prince behind. I knew there was nothing left for us to say, maybe in time I would ask him the questions I need in order to receive closure but at this point I needed to get home so Amira could rest and we could hopefully speak in the morning. I knew she was heartbroken as I could feel her pain. I encouraged her to share this with me as I could stand for her to be hurt as other than Nona she was the only family I had left. 

I reached the cottage as I passed through Nona's gardens, there was endless roses in bloom, lavender bushes surrounding them. I didn't care about my surroundings, everything became a blur. My breathing was laboured as my lungs tightened. Amira was releasing her pain and it was gut-wrenching. I pushed the front door to the cottage open and staggered upstairs as I reached my bedroom. 

I threw myself onto my bed and took deep breaths as the tears ran down my face. I took deep breaths trying to calm the storm within, I could feel myself losing hope. I could feel myself losing the will to live. I always thought when I met my mate I would find a family, I would find a home. I never knew my parents. They were just an unknown. I had Nona and no one could replace her but she was getting older, she was getting weaker and I knew she longed to be with her mate even if she knew that would mean her death. What would happen to me if Nona died? I thought I would have my mate and he would support me and he would feel the empty hole in my life. I think that's why Nona was still alive, she was waiting until she knew I was cared my mate. How could I break it to her that my mate did not want me? She knows how hard it is live a life without your mate. 

I sighed, thinking about how much of a disappointment I was. Maybe that was my parents abandoned me; they could just tell that I was a bad omen. Maybe I was just destined to be alone and mateless. I was pathetic, I could not even get the mate bond right. How was I supposed to be a lady in waiting to my mates' chosen mate? How could I watch her bare the pups of my mate?Amira let out a gut-wrenching howl. It overpowered me, I could feel her getting weak. I could feel her break and I could feel the darkness trying to swallow me whole. It was overwhelming. 

Suddenly, I could hear nothing, I could feel nothing. Then the darkness finally consumed me and I blacked out.