Wereball Series - Along Came A Mate

Chapter 44

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On average, the brain is able to function, if certain bad habits were avoided and dementia escaped, up to eighty years. This is equivalent to approximately 28,900 days on Earth for one life.

Unfortunately, nature forced us to do a certain activity, for most of our life: sleep. Translated into years, the average person spent around 26 years asleep ~ 9,500 days. Add to that the fact you could have wasted at least 7 years trying to fall asleep, and you got a total of 33 years in bed! Now, considering that Amaia also needed time to eat, shower, quality time with her little circle of friends and let her wolf out, you do realize she did not have any time left for anything else, let alone a demanding male glued to her side.

"Listen, hon, do you think your grandfather would have wanted to see you in this state? Because of a man?" Tiziano murmured, stroking her friend's forehead and pushing back some tear-soaked locks from her red face.

"And from Dark Diamond nonetheless!"

What grandfather would, or would not have wished, would never have been known, since he was dead. That was the answer Amaia would have wanted to give Tiziano if she had decided to speak.

Suddenly, in a horrifying mental snapshot, Amaia saw a bald head, sallow skin, and soulless eyes. She saw an unrecognizable person, disfigured by chemo and by the slow progress in medicine. His brain was slowly eaten alive by a silent disease.

"He is right! Either you reject this Callum boy or you accept the mate bond." Makena was saying, pacing in the bedroom. After some research, they had discovered that Amaia's soul mate was none other than the notorious Dark Diamond gamma twin.

Callum. That name sounded perfect on her lips.

"You can fuck a few guys before rejecting him, so at least the douche will not play well in the next wereball game..."

"Tiziano!" Makena gasped, smacking his head. He mouthed a 'what', huffing and puffing. Unhappy with the choices that Moon Goddess made for his best friends: not one, but TWO Dark Diamond mates.

Meanwhile Amaia sobbed on the pillow, without even realizing it.

Last time she had cried was during the funeral of her hero, her grandad, as she squeezed Lachlan's hand and watched the brown coffin descend into that dark hole in the unforgiving ground. Since then, zero tears had been shed.

She had sworn that she would dedicate her life to medicine and research.

Graduated two years earlier from high school, Amaia was two years younger than Yvaine and Tiziano. Amaia worked part time at the brain cancer research center, and there were already several manuscripts under her name.

Among all this, the idea of a mate had never crossed her busy mind.

Somehow, she had always believed that she would someday marry Lachlan, her childhood sweetheart. As naïve as it may be since they were not true mates. But mates always complicated things. Just look at Makena and Gaius, or even Yvaine, who was forced to skip classes to take a break from heartbreak and flee to Scotland.

Four days after the rejection, Amaia had officially crawled out of the covers and had gone to take a shower. She had been staring at her feet all the way to the bathroom before positioning her shaking body in front of the sink, placing shaking hands on the counter, focusing on them as she prepared to look in the mirror.

What she saw was no surprise. Mainly swollen cheeks and dark circles.

It felt like someone had ripped the beating organ out of her chest. And, since the rejection was not fully completed (she did not know his name at the time), Amaia was halfway through, in a place between rejection and non.