Punishable By Rejection (Brett Eldredge)

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My head was killing me. I tried to move but a cold metal pressed against my skin. My eyes opened immediately and I struggled against the handcuffs.

"Relax will ya?" I looked over and Brett sat beside me in the back seat. He was looking at his noise which was beginning to heal.

"You can fight ... never would have expected that from you" he moved around and winced.

"You kick pretty hard to , better hope you didn't ruin our chance at future kids " I growled.

"I'm not having kids with you and the minute I get to ..... i'm out of here " I said and he grabbed my hands and pulled me to him.

Face to face his eyes looked into mine.

"You will do as I say ..... " He said low and I wanted to hunch back in the corner. I'm not listening to him.

"No.. you're not my boss and I listen to no one" I replied through my teeth and my hands were in fists. I was always the one in school to get into fights.... I had a short temper.

"In about thirty minutes , you'll be at your new home" he chuckled and took out his cellphone.

"Ha mom " mom? aww he was a mama's boy.

"Yeah.... she's with me "

"She's staying with me and that's final" he ended the call. He looked over at me and smiled.

"That was my mom if you were wondering , but you won't have to meet her anytime soon" I nodded and moved my wrists which were beginning to get sore.

"You want them off?" he asked and I nodded.

"I'll take them off under one condition "

"What's that ?"

"You have to listen "I rolled my eyes.

"No thank you "

"Fine, but don't complain when you're stuck in them all day " he shrugged and takes out a cigarette. My eyes flickers at it for a long while. My heart pumped harder and my veins itched for the cigarette. The feel of it between my teeth, calming my every nerve.

Brett stared at me , watching my every move. He pulls out a lighter.

"Want one ?" I nodded.

"Alright , I'll uncuff you if you promise not to try anything " I nodded and he unlocked them.

I rubbed my sore hands , I hated being restrained or held down. He laid the small brown and white glory in my hands and I immediately snatched his lighter and lite the end.

"So you smoke ?" he put his pack back in his pocket, but I was too into the lifeline between my teeth that I hadn't had in so long . I didn't even answer him.

We spent the rest of the car ride with him looking at me and the out the window. I just sat there enjoying life for the first time in a long time. I hadn't realized that I was at the end of my cigarette.

I inhaled a deep breath and threw the rest out. I sat in silence as I tapped my foot and my fingers. I knew what would happen when I took that cigarette, but what can I say? Everyone needs a way out of their pain. My father banned my supply of them for almost a year, and he didn't even care enough to keep me.

"You alright ?" he looked worried.

"I'm fine " I said and I ran my hand through my black hair. I'm
not fine, I started to sweat and itch. My heart was beating out of my chest. Brett seemed to notice my change in attitude.

He scooted closer and grabbed my chin. He felt my forehead and frowned. I shoved him.

"Don't touch me " I growled out and he growled back.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do "

I growled louder and showed my teeth. Lets show this fùcker who's boss. No one but me runs my show. I punched him again before he had time to react. I opened the door of the car and shifted.

I ran opposite of my pack. Every inch of my body flared with anger and craving. My feet hit the ground with loud thumps. I could sense him behind me and I ran faster. Not caring about anything.

I ran for almost an hour with him right behind me. I felt my legs begin to give in , but I pushed harder. I felt my eyes begin to blur and my heart rate was out of control. Each twig or branch sticking out would cut my sides. I started to sway not being able to keep my balance. I ran a little further then my body collapsed to the ground. I looked around and seen blurred figures. Then I felt my heart constrict and then blackness.

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Brett's P.O.V.
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I followed behind Adrian for almost an hour and I could feel the burn in my legs. Adrian ran and started to shake her head from side to side, like she had something in her eyes. She stopped dodging branches as they scratched her face and sides. I ran harder to catch up to her. She started to sway , and ran a few more steps before falling on the ground.

I caught up ,reaching her the same time my pack guards did. I began to pick her up when her grey eyes began to close , and I felt her heart beat stop. Running back to my pack , I linked the doctor to be prepared. If she died he died.

We entered the pack house and the doctor was there waiting on us with everything ready. He seemed rigged and panicked. He took her from my arms and laid her on the table. He began pushing me out and I complied.
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Four hours , I've sat in this hallway. Wondering if she's died or doing okay. I wondering what had happened. She was fine the first part of the trip , till the cigarette.

I made my way to my office on the second floor. Opening the door the smell welcomed me. I sat at my desk and flipped open my computer. Time to find out a little more about my mate. I typed her name and clicked the file.

Name: Adrian
Pack: Eastern Sky
Age: 21
Birthday : February 26, 1994
Eye + hair color: grey and black
Hobbies: fighting and training
Allergies : none
Medical history: multiple visits for drug addiction, admitted almost a year ago for rehabilitation. Previous medical history was lost..

I ran my hands through my hair. I was shocked and confused. What happened that made her turn to drugs and how do you lose files ? I pulled out my cellphone and called the best I knew.

After telling him to figure the situation with Adrian out. I sat in silence and heard as footsteps ran up the stairs. I reach the door before it opened.

"Alpha Brett, I was told to tell you she is stable, but the doctor needs to discuss something with you " the kid ran off and I made my way back to the doctor.

He ushered me into his office. I took a seat and he scratched the back of his head.

"I took a blood test and ran a few trials on it , and I found something very interesting " I nodded.

"Adrian's blood type doesn't match her father's"

"What's that mean ?" The pieces wasn't coming together .

He cleared his throat.

"It means Adrian isn't Jason's daughter"