Rejected For My Secrets

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Yes. Hah! You can’t fool me! I just rolled my eyes.

“Just admit that you can’t carry Lance all the way home!”

“Wanna bet?” Oh, yes. Alex and I have been fighting all the way just because I said that he wasn’t capable of carrying Lance all the way home. I was kidding because I knew that with his Alpha strength, he can carry a damn horse. But of course, Alex took it seriously and started a silly fight when we both knew that we were in a horrible situation in the dark.

“Wow, guys. We were just attacked, and you are betting on whether Alex can carry Lance or not! I can’t believe you!” Casey shouted from behind. I looked back at her and raised an eyebrow to myself. I forgot that she was even here! I turned my eyes towards Alex and he had the same expression on his face as mine, showing that he also forgot about Casey’s existence. I guess that was the mates’ bond working its toll.

The rest of the walk was silent, and I started to feel tired and sleepy. That fight definitely took a lot out of me. When we reached my house, I knocked on the door and waited for my dad to open it. I heard some shuffling from the inside and I turned to look at Alex.

“You can go now. You don’t need to stay with us if you don’t want to,” I told him, remembering that he rejected me and doesn’t even want me. “How did you even know that I was in trouble and needed help?”

He looked at me with his beautiful mesmerizing eyes that I love getting lost in, and then said those two words that brought all the pain back. “Mate’s bond,” then he turned away not even bothering to look like he cared about me being hurt. But I didn’t run away this time. I just stayed quiet and blinked back the tears rapidly, not wanting to cry right now.

My dad finally opened the door with his permanent smile that never seemed to leave his face. But it did, as soon as he took in our appearance. His eyes widened as he ushered us inside.

“What happened?” He practically shouted, and then he looked at Alex and started ranting. “Why is Alex holding Lance? Why is Lance unconscious? Why do you have bruises on your face? Why-“

I cut him off, annoyed. “Dad, dad! Please, just be quiet and let me explain what happened!” That shut him up, so I continued while watching his reaction carefully, “we were attacked by who I assume is the murderer.”

“You what? Wha-” I clamped my hand on his mouth, not wanting to hear any more of the ranting that I knew was to come. He tried prying my hand off his mouth, but I shook my head, tsking.

“Will you start ranting?” I asked and he shook his head. “Will you listen and let me speak?” He nodded obediently. “Good,” I said and removed my hand from his face slowly, trying to see if he was willing to make any move to talk. He didn’t.

“So as I was saying, we were attacked by a werewolf, and we believe that it is the murderer. I didn’t really notice what he looked like because of the dark.” I said, racking my brain, trying to remember what that wolf looked like. I seriously had no idea what it was like. I didn’t even get more than a glimpse of it. All I knew was that it was gigantic.

“I actually found out something very important about it,” announced Alex. We all looked at him, waiting - almost impatiently – to find out what that ‘important thing’ was.

“It is a female,” he said. What the hell? We all stared at him as if he just told us that he eats babies for breakfast.

“Are you sure? How the hell can that be a female? It hits like a mother fu-” Casey started, but I immediately cut her off. “Language, Casey!”

“I'm sure. I had a glimpse of her behind,” assured Alex.

“Well, settle in. You can take showers here if you want.” My dad said, sighing, obviously as confused as I am as to how that wolf murderer was a female. I watched as Casey went upstairs and Alex placed Lance on the couch and went to the other bathroom. I looked at Lance sadly. I had to talk to his mate, Danielle, but knew nothing about her, not even her cell phone number. I’ll have to ask Casey about that later.

“Hailey, what are you going to do about the baby? It might not have survived this fight.” My dad told me. My eyes welled up with tears as I took in what he just said. He was right. My baby might not have survived this, and might be dead. I subconsciously held my stomach and looked at it. Of course I didn’t want this baby in the first place, but now that I had it inside me, I wouldn’t trade it with the world.

“I-I’ll go and see a doctor tomorrow.” I said, my voice wavering and cracking, and ran upstairs.