Denied, not rejected

Chapter 3

Khaled's POB

      "Calm the fuck down, man! You're ruining the pack house!" I heard Alak yelled. I feel him approaching me and was about to put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me but he stopped when I glared hard at him.

     "Almost one month...almost a fucking month! And they didn't even want me to hear Kyle's voice?!" I yelled out it frustration, grabbing the nearest object which is the flower vase, and a second later it shuttered on the floor and along with that, was a horrified scream. Alak and I immediately look towards the direction of the scream.

     "The pups are here, man! Take a hold of yourself!" Alak pats my shoulder as we look at the crying pups who are currently pushing themselves deeper into the corner of the living room.

     "Fuck," I cursed. This is driving me insane! It has been almost a month and I've been constantly calling Alpha Peter, each and everyday wanting nothing but to talk to my parents and ask for their permission to let me hear my mate's voice but they just don't let me!

      Yes, I could have called my parents number rather than bothering the alpha, but hell they're being so cruel to even change their phone number and didn't give me their numbers.

      They're afraid that Kyle might answer their phone when I call like ugh!! I really hate them! Oh well, not really since they're doing everything to protect him...and that means taking him away from me.

      "Oh come on little lasses! Brother Alak is available for you, young ladies. Do you want to play with me?" I heard Alak's comforting voice. It didn't take too long before the girls stop crying and sobbing, finally calming down from the fear when they saw me so angry and throwing the flower vase on the floor.

      "Princess! Princess! We want to play that! Can we dress you up and make you a princess Beta?" I heard the faint voices of the overjoyed lasses.

      "Oh of course! But not the dress part though, Beta doesn't look good with it! He'll look like a monster than a princess if you'll make him wear princess' dress. But you can do my face though," I heard the girls cheering before they walk away. Alak shot me a glare but with a smile before they completely left the area.

      I look at the living room and literally, everything is broken. My wolf is restless and always on edge. I also can't explain this burning anger nor the constant growing pain in my chest and I guess it's because I didn't have anything that will remember me of my mate except for his imagine in my head. I can't even remember his scent! His voice! All I can think of is his face, but I need to see him, or just sniffed on his scent from afar...that, will I guess, will put me in peace.

      Why does it have to take so long?! I heard that the meeting of the late alphas and lunas had already started since the first week, then with that in mind, I know that meeting must have finished on the next week. It will only take a whole week for the meeting, just some chitchat for the old alphas and lunas, just catching up of what's left behind and all; a party in other word.

      With one last courage, I took the chance of getting my phone out of my pocket and dialed Peter's number. Usually, numbers of the other packs are recorded on the telephone and not in my phone just for a bit of open up for all so that anyone could answer and will just notify me, but I had to phone book Peter's number for quite a lot of reasons and one of that is the fact that he has my mate in his pack.

      The phone ring for quite a few before it was pick up. "Hello man! Asking for your parents?" He asked. Not this time, I'll only get nothing from them but a constant 'no' and I feel like I'm wasting my time.

     "Man...could you please tell me about Kyle's well-being? Is he okay there? Did he stressed himself again because he always does that when he's much excited and hyped," I could have asked him to lend the phone to Kyle...but that would be a bad step because my voice will just make him remember about that night...that night when I committed an unforgivable mistake.