The Unforgettable Rejection (Book One)

Chapter Twenty One

Jarred's POV

            As she walks away, my gaze lingers on her figure. I admire the graceful sway of her hips, the movement of her legs, the strength in her stride, and the subtle grace in her movement. Noticing the elegance of her posture, the way her hair cascaded down her back, the delicate curve of her jawline, the gentle curves of her body, and the subtle expression on her face. Each detail, each step she takes, etching a poignant memory in my mind as she fades from view. Leaving a lasting mix of admiration and longing for her.

            Seconds later Jake, he spoke.

"Now what?"

"Nothing, but sleep."

"Where do-" I cut him off.

"The couch." I throw a blanket at him before heading to my room. He glares, watching me walk in the same direction as Nicole and there ain't nothing he can do to stop me without getting her angry and involved. Once in my sleeping quarters I crawl next to Nicole, pulling the covers over me, seconds later, slipping into a deep sleep.

Nicole's POV

            The next day, the morning rays of the sun penetrated through the slats, blazing in my face waking me up from my slumber. I rub my eyes, removing the blurry vision away, rolling over to get out of bed, I didn't notice that someone was in the bed with me. I'm still slightly groggy from all the extracurricular activities yesterday. In doing so I wind up stradling the person, and until they say something in a drowsy yet cocky tone...

"Morning my girl." He said, placing his hands on my hips.

"I'm not your girl."

"Not yet."

"You wish I was."

"Watch your words princess, you only have a minimal amount of fabric left."

"Question, how the hell did you get in bed without me noticing?"

"I'm stealthier than you think." He says, squeezing my legs.

"C'mon Jarre-d, there can't be any more marks."

"I really don't care."

"You should."

"And why is that?"

"No reason, just my dad."

"He'll survive."

"Or you'd be murdered."

"Awe, are you worried about me?"

"Maybe."

            While I respond to Jarred he sits up still holding me. He puts his right hand around my waist and his left hand slithers up my back and curls into my hair, tugging at it to expose my cleavage. I try to push him away from me but my body urges me to let him do what he wants to do before we have to leave, to calm my nerves.

            I shut my eyes and allow my body to unwind in his embrace. Jarred growls against my neck as he senses my body suddenly becoming relaxed. Subsequently, he then trails down towards the upper part of my breast, planting large, mouthwatering kisses that are growing progressively more hungry and intense. His tongue comes in contact with my flesh first, followed by his lips, and then he nips at the spot before sucking, leaving even more hickeys behind.

            Every hickey is more ferocious than the last, leaving marks all over my chest as well. Sending a plethora of sensations throughout my small statured frame, causing me to mutter small, tiny, almost inaudible moans. I managed to mumble something to him as I grabbed his face.

"No more, please."

"But Mommy." As he says this, he plops backwards onto the bed, making me lose my balance. Just for me to stretch out my arms and put my hands on his chest, using it as a support beam before crawling off of him and into one of his dressers to grab a pair of sweats to cover up my bare, lower extremities which have been exposed for a day now.

"Come on get up, we need to leave."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes, now get up." I say, lifting one side of the bed up, flipping him to the floor with a thud.

"What the fuck!"

"Let's go."

"Okay. One second." He says sighing, standing up from the ground, dragging himself over to his wardrobe.

            I proceed and head downstairs waiting for Jarred. Jake is already downstairs waiting, sitting. Knowing exactly why it took us so long to get ready and he's a little bit irritated but he lets it go... for now anyways, soon after Jarred comes down all grumpy.

"Awe is the big bad wolf furious that I stopped his morning fun with me."

"Yeah, yeah he is."

"I'm not."

"You ready?"

"Yeah, just waiting on this guy." Jake says, pointing towards Jarred.

"I'm working on it, alright. I did just wake the fuck up, you know. Asshole."

"Hurry up."

"My territory, my time."

"My time, my mate."

"Guys."

"Mine now, you idiot!"

"Guys!"

"What!?"

"Jarred-"

"Gather my pack, yeah I know." In response, he leaves out the side entrance and calls out to his pack. Including them in the strategy I proposed yesterday: returning to my pack, where I belong and where each of us ought to be.

            A little while after Jarred explains what's going on, some of the wolves disagree with this plan but they still follow his orders. I can sense their admiration for Jarred and everything he stands for, I can feel that they truly trust him with their lives. During the time that each of them have been here, these wolves have found refuge, they found solace with him when no other packs desired them, when the packs they once knew turned their backs on them, the packs they formerly belonged to abandoned them.

            Hopefully, by taking them to the border of the territory, I won't exacerbate the situation. These individuals have been out of a real territory where no one should cross if they are not of the pack. They have been through enough. I don't want to harm any more people than I have already wounded during me taking my rejection in a direction I didn't know I had in me.

"We're ready if you are?"

"Jake, does your father know that we're coming?"

"Yep, he's waiting for us now."

"Okay, let's head out now."

            When we were prepared, we left and started to move in the direction of the area. The walk is short since the rogue's hideout is only 20 minutes away from our pack border line. In that short amount of time I could sense the stress and tension building from the rogue's behind me. In seconds of feeling that tension we arrive at the territory border. Jake's dad, Jet, and my dad, his second in command, they're both patiently and calmly waiting for us as we reach the border.

"Dad!"