Chasing Mates (MxM)

Chapter Thirty-seven

Shawn P.O.V

"Let me do you a favor since you can't seem to say it. Shawn Powell, I reject you as my mate." Angel's words echo over and over again in my mind as I watch him turn around and leave me stranded.

I try to stop him. Run after him. "Wait!" I shout to him as he continues to walk away and then fades away.

"Let me do you a favor since you can't seem to say it. Shawn Powell, I reject you as my mate." Another Angel repeats from behind me.

Over and over again like the anthem to my broken heart, Angel repeats the last thing he's said to me. Everywhere I looked there was another Angel, another rejection, another retreating back, and another ping of layered pain that coated what was left of my heart.

"Let me do you a favor since you can't seem to say it. Shawn Powell, I reject you as my mate," he says with a fragmented tone.

"No," I say under my breath.

"Let me do you a favor since you can't seem to say it. Shawn Powell, I reject you as my mate." he continues to throw at me.

"No. Stop. No."

"Let me do you a favor since you can't seem to say it. Shawn Powell, I reject you as my mate."

"Let me do you a favor since you can't seem to say it. Shawn Powell, I reject you as my mate."

"Let me do you a favor since you can't seem to say it. Shawn Powell, I reject you as my mate."

Again and again and again. I spin around searching for my surroundings. No escape in sight. There's nowhere to run.

"Let me do you a favor since you can't seem to say it. Shawn Powell, I reject you as my mate."

"Stop. Please wake me up. Someone, please wake me up. Please just make it stop!"  I plead as I spin around looking for somewhere to run. I cover my ears to block out his voice. But it doesn't help.

"STOP!" I yell with no one to listen.

"No!" I shout as I jolt awake from the sudden nightmare that plagued my mind. I quickly suck in a lung full of oxygen as if I was stripped of it while I was sleeping. Agony ripples through my head, down my spine, and outward throughout my entire body. Goose bumps prick along the length of my arms and the back of my neck as oxygen rattles in my lungs.

Fear.

Fear gushes through my mind like a water hole at the remembrance of the pain I felt after being rejected. The same pain that I tried so hard to forget.

I quickly scan my surroundings as if I was looking for someone. I see that I'm still in front of the gates of the pack. I'm on the ground in the middle of the dirt path and my bags are by my side. Hurriedly, I jump to my feet remembering what happened before I suddenly drifted to sleep.

I was targeted.

It's still daylight outside and I don't see, smell, or hear anyone else around. Was I unconscious for an entire day?

No. That's impossible. Someone in the pack would've noticed me immediately. So how long have I been lying here alone?

Rustling sounds come from the woods on my right. I quickly take my defensive stance. Although, I relax realizing that the noise was coming from an angry rabbit that was looking for food.

I heave a euphoric sigh of relief because honestly it's been years since I've fought and Mani's been MIA during that time.

"You're a little out of touch, Shawn?" A familiar voice draws from behind the black gates that surround the pack. I shift my position to turn toward the person approaching me at warp speed. He flails his arms for the gates to open. I patiently wait for them to open as wide as can be until I can get a good look at him.