Rejected by one Alpha, Loved by another

Chapter 94: Blurred

Millie's POV

Weeks pass by in a blur, and I have started to feel like I'm being shadowed, maybe?

Is that even the right word? Shadowed. Followed? Stalked?

Classes are going by fast, and I'm so close to finals. My exams are just around the corner, and so are my energy levels because I have none of it.

"Look who decided to show her ugly mug here today", Sasha sneers as she walks by me and knocks my books out of my hands.

Once again, I don't say anything to her. I learnt my lesson once before when I opened my mouth and had to redo my entire essay because she spilt coffee all over it.

There were no accidents about it all. It was a straight up 'I'm a bitch so here you go. Courtesy of the wicked witch of the west'

When my phone vibrates, I let it ring out. I don't need her to give me shit if I don't answer.

"Sorry. I've been prepping for the exams that I hope I pass so that I can leave this place and you behind," I say with as much confidence as I can muster. There's no way in hell I will survive the next several weeks of cramming for exams and battling with her.

My phone vibrates again, and I pull it out to see that it's Kai phoning me.

One moment, my phone is in my hand, and I'm looking at the photo of my mate staring back at the camera, smiling at me as I took his photo, and the next, it's cracked on the floor.

"Hey!" I shout at Sasha as she laughs with her cronies but my outburst only makes her more pissed and I then feelcher rings crack against my skin. The pain is instant, and the feeling of blood on my cheek drips down, causing me to hold onto my face.

I'm a wolf, I heal easily, but I had a spell put on my wolf so I can still talk to her, she can still inform me of things, but she's in a way dormant. I can't turn into a wolf, so I can't heal either.

So this cut will probably stay there for a few weeks.

I've avoided Kai for the last few weeks, what's a few more? And I know the moment that internal question gets let out I know it's rubbish. He's done nothing but ring and text. Worried that something is happening and I know it isn't. Everything is all good.

"You doing okay sweetie? You been taking your Cray Cray meds?" Sasha mocks. No one here know's I have mentyal health problems. No one but Kai know's I have bipola so how would she know all of this?

Packing up my belongings and picking up my now broken phone off the floor, I head in the direction of my dorm room, where I can be in my own world and not have to worry about bumping into anyone. Apart from my roommate and now closest friend, Natalia. Although she is in the same boat as I and she is also cramming for finals.

Reaching my dorm room door, my mind a whirlwind of problems and chaos, I don't even notice when Natalia ambushes me as soon as I walk through the door. My hand to my bloodied cheek, my senses heightened and terrified. Jumpy and worried, I look at the bouncy person in front of me.

"What?" I ask her as I drop my bag on the floor.

"So I was out and about and there was this guy who was-" she pauses mid-sentence, and it's only then that I pull my hand away from my cheek and still feel the blood dripping.

"Christ! Millie, what the hell happened?" she asks, but she doesn't get to listen to her answer when I physically feel the walls shaking.

Shaking.

"Uhh...Nat," I say, about to explain what exactly I haven't figured that part out yet but when she turns around and bows her head to Kai, my mind is spinning with every possibility on what's going on.

"Natalia. Please, may you excuse us?" He asks in a commanding tone, and she doesn't even argue. Instead she shocks the absolute shit out of me.

"Yes Alpha. I'll see you in a bit Mills" she whispers the last part and heads out the door.

I haven't even turned around fully when his hands are on my cheek, which is still throbbing.

"Who the fuck did this?" He growls.

Yes, he literally growls as he holds my face in his hands.

"I-well. I fell" is what I come out with instead of 'Sasha corned me as I was looking at your call, deciding whether I should answer or not' and of course he doesn't buy it.

His Alpha and Mate instincts kick in.

His bullshitter detector kicks in.

"Don't lie to me, Millie!" He snaps and I can't help but snap back either having enough of people telling me what to do.

"Will you back off!" I shout. Pushing his hands away, I pace the floor. At this rate, with how many times I have done this over the last two weeks, I'm surprised I haven't worn a hole through the flooring.

I don't look at him, but I know he's there.

"Will you stop?" he says calmly. Too calm for someone who may as well of ripped my head off two seconds ago.

"Stop what?" I ask. Right now, all I want to do is curl up in bed and sleep for a week. I have no classes tomorrow apart from skating for two hours in the morning.

"Pacing. What's going on, Millie?"

"Oh, we're back at Millie now "

"Yes. Yes we fucking are when I haven't heard from you all week, when I've shown up here to see you and you haven't answered the door. When I literally watched you last week blow off all my calls before turning your phone off," he shouts, and it's at that moment that the flood gates explode.

One thing I hate about my mental health is the episodes I have where I'm okay one moment and the next, everything is too much.

"I'm sorry, okay? It's been tough for me these last few weeks," I try to explain as clearly as I can without stuttering or skipping over my tongue.

"Baby-Girl", he says, but that's what completely sends me over.

"No," I shout again. I feel like I'm doing a lot of shouting recently.

Crap.

When did I last take any of my medications?

"Millie. What's going on?" He asks, stepping into my little bubble. It's not until I feel his hands on mine, prying them from the vice-like grip they have on my hair. The blood on my face was slowly drying, but I could still feel it trickling down my cheek.

"I- What day is it?" I ask him, looking around the room for something. Anything at this rate.

"Baby, when was the last time you took care of yourself?" I want to snap at him. I want to tell him to get out. To shout and scream that I'm fine but am I?

Am I really okay right now?