The Rejects (PREVIEW)

A Cruel Joke Called, Fate: Part 1

Mates. They are a peculiar thing, sometimes meeting your mate is a dream come true. Sometimes it is not; sometimes your mate does not want you. Sometimes they are not a wolf or were of any kind, so they do not imprint back on you.

Sometimes though, sometimes it is complicated; and that is where this story begins. With complexity. Today, the wolf Prince had become a King, and now in the presence of the full moon, to honor the moon goddess, that King has chosen his Queen.

He, Jehoram, the King, chose Esther "Lore" Chloè. He told the crowd she was his mate and she reluctantly said the same. Yet that was farthest from the truth; "Smash-Mouth" was her mate. He was a wolf who had nothing and no one and now, he was losing the mate he had just imprinted on.

"It is because he is perfect, because he is what any woman would want, is it not!? Because he is a king?!" 

'No.... Y-yes but it is not in the way you think!'

I back away as I spin on my heels to face away from her. I let out a harsh breath as I felt my tears burn along the waterlines of my eyes.

She wanted to reach out and touch me, and I wanted her to. Hell! I wanted to grab her and mark her right now! Yet Jehoram would have my head. We kept our distance from each other, if Jeho smelled me on her he would have to retaliate.

We stifled our yells and pleads with each other. Making sure they were nothing more than desperate whispers. "So, what? Are you just going to marry him then, give him children and live a life without your mate Lore? Is that it then?!"

Silence.

I moved in close but refrained from touching her " Then say the words. Reject me, do not give a fuck about me! Go live your happy little life with your fucking perfect man!'

She hissed at me as I watched tears roll down her cheeks. I held back the whine in my throat and ignored the pain in my chest. I had hurt her, I had hurt my mate. "Please, just sever our tie!"

Lore closed her eyes and dropped her head. She refused to do it, to say the words, trying to conjure up a way to convince Jehoram to let her go. She knew he would not and Smash-Mouth knew it too.

Smash and Lore grew up together, naturally as wolves, with the same social status, do in a pack. Meeting Jehoram in their teens and befriending and growing with him from there.

When they were pups/ infants Smash-Mouth was found on a merchant road one night, under the full moon. He was found by a few of the wolves from the hunting tribe, taking up favor with the most violent one of them all, the alpha of that tribe nicknamed Lout.

Everyone praised the moon goddess, because Lout was not a wolf or man who would be willing to take care of a baby. Yet he raised Smash-Mouth as his own, and even left him with everything, which in this pack was nothing but a title.

So Smash-Mouth was an alpha; so was every other wolf in this pack. That is what made the werewolves so powerful, so feared. As he grew, his father, Lout, raised him a brute. A vicious one at that, that is how Smash-Mouth got that nickname. He was the packs best fighter and the only way to achieve that status is by being remorseless.

Lore, she was Louts neighbor and the only one who bothered hanging out with SM, at first. Learning how to better her fighting skills from him, while she taught him that wisdom and fighting go hand in hand.