The Rejection

Chapter Nineteen

I wake up the next morning to Lyle's side of the bed empty. I shrug. He probably has stuff to do to help the pack settle. I slide out of the bed and stretch. I dress appropriately and walk down the stairs to the kitchen. I bump into Wendy.

"Oh. Hi Carrie. Are things getting better?" She asks with worry in her eyes. I nod with a grin.

"Much better Wendy. Lyle is so much better," I beam. She grins.

"I'm so happy for you Carrie. Keep him in check," she pats my shoulder and exits the kitchen. I sit down with a bowl of cereal as a little blonde girl runs through giggling and a boy a year or two older than her chases after her. I smile. All of sudden anger rushes through me. My chest hurts. I drop my spoon and clutch my chest.

Go find Lyle. My wolf, Cassie, implies. I rush straight to his office. The anger getting more intense. As I open the door my heart shatters. Lyle is shirtless, pressed against the wall by Arianna. Her filthy lips on his. She is completely topless and her perky breasts are pressed against his chest. I growl and they look at me. Lyle's face drops and Arianna smirks.

I lunge at her and claw at her bare chest, making sure to destroy her perfect breasts. She screams and pins me under her. She scratches my face. I growl and reach up. I pull her pony tail off her scalp and she yelps.

"Carrie! Stop!" Lyle yells. I don't listen. Ipin her under me and sit on her stomach. I grab her hand and pull out a finger nail. She howls and I smirk.

"Let's see how everyone likes you without your 'perks,'" I say sadistically and claw at her pretty face, causing a gash that will scar for the rest of her life. I stand up and rip her skirt and underwear off. I extend my claws and rip them across her core. She howls again. She lies there bloody and crying. She is gonna need plastic surgery to fix her breasts, face, and vagina. I smirk and straighten myself. "Don't ever touch my man."

I walk out, Lyle hurriedly following. He catches up to me and grabs my wrist. I jerk away from him.

"Carrie, baby doll-"

"No! Don't touch me. Don't give me excuses. I thought we were doing so well. I guess not," I yell and run to my room. I pick up Beast and cuddle him to me as I sob in my blood stained clothes on the bed.

I thought things were looking up. I thought we were happy. Beast licks my face and whimpers. I smile and stroke his fur.

"I guess you're the only one I got Beast," I say.

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