Double the Rejection, Double the Love...What Is A Girl To Do?

Chapter One

*Two years ago*

For the past eighteen years not a day has gone by that I am not torn down and beaten. It started at a young age. I know I was neglected as a baby. I have images of a woman's face sneering down at me from above the crib. I don't know how I have those images but I do. From the time I was a baby until now nobody has cared for me, nobody has shown me kindness or love.

And as bad as it is I still look for love or a gentle touch behind each and every corner. I still hang onto the hope that one day I will find my mate. I know that on that day they will love and protect me...I mean, they have to, right? A mate is there to show you love, kindness, and protection.

I held back a whimper as I rolled my neck to the side. The hard wooden floor just was not as comfortable as the carpet I'm used to sleeping on in the attic upstairs. Right now I was being punished for whatever reason. I wasn't allowed out of the basement unless it was to cook something or clean something for someone.

As I looked out the window from my spot on my cell floor I watched the sun rise. It was beautiful and took my breath away from me. This had become routine for me over the years. It was the only moment I had for me. It brought me peace, calming me.

I could feel the wolf in me shift and gasped. I should have shifted years ago but whatever the reason being I couldn't.

"Melilla," whispered a beautiful voice in my head.

"Who are you?" I gasped

"I am part of you."

I stayed quiet. After eighteen years of being beaten and broken down, two of which I have been unable to shift, I'm at a point where I don't know if I really want it to happen. I'm weak, I know I am. I don't deserve my wolf.

Distracted by my thoughts I didn't realize somebody had joined me.

"Devon, I can't do it," a strong male voice said from behind me.

"We have to, Damon, she's weak. A Luna is not meant to be weak. It took centuries for our pack to rise and become the strongest pack. If we accept her as our mate it will show weakness to other packs." the voice I recognize as Devon says.

This has gone on for the past four years. They had discovered me as their mate when I was fourteen and they were eighteen. Over the years they had battled back and forth about me, knowing how I was treated by the pack, knowing how much pain I have gone through, and knowing they were part of that pain.

They made my days hell and my dreams at night even worst. I was surprised that I hadn't gone crazy with the way they were. Every morning they would come to me, both in the attic and here in the basement. They would talk as if I was not there. I knew it was only time until they rejected me. I knew I deserved it.

Slowly, I shifted, wincing as I shifted my neck to look at them. As I moved a crack ripped through my back. I let out a cry of pain before silencing myself, knowing they didn't care and wouldn't help.

"You're right," Damon sigh, looking me in eye for the first time ever. "I, Damon Tyler Jackson, reject you, Melilla, as my mate and Luna of the Blood Moon Pack."

At his words left his mouth my body began to shake and jerk. My vision began to blur. Then I felt a shift between the twin brothers, Devon steps forward.

"I, Devon Andrew Jackson, reject you, Melilla, as my mate and Luna of the Blood Moon Pack." he said, his voice low and without any feeling.

At the last words came out of his mouth something in me broke. It snapped me in half, my back arched as my nails scraped, feeling little blood pools forming under my finger tips. Suddenly I was shoved in to the back of my mind. It was like I was lock out of my own body.