The Secret They Kept

15.

"That depends on how you plan on reconstructing my face sweetheart." Caleb says with a smirk.

"Oh it's fantastic, long and painful. See first I take my fist and break your nose, then rest of your face breaks as well. Then when you're all healed up I do it again, and again, and again, sometimes I'll even change it up and use my foot instead. Or you know what, maybe I'll just rip out your throat with my teeth." As I shot back the last threat I elongated my teeth. His smirk fell and he started growling. "Little puppy not like being challenged?" I growled out. He was just getting angrier but for some unknown reason to me he never attacked me or even bared his teeth. He backed down after about two minutes, one of the perks of being future Luna. "So what do you want Caleb?" I questioned having a slight lisp as my fangs were retracting back into my gums plus I already have one that really isn't that noticeable when my teeth are at normal length.

"You, actually." He responded smoothly, almost like flirting but to my ears it didn't sound so smooth. Actually it sounded more like nails on a chalkboard. This was because of the mate bond between me and Derek. The bond makes sure that the only one who can really seduce you is your mate once you have both accepted each other, that sound of nails on chalkboard meant that I had accepted Derek as mine. More importantly he accepted me as his and that was the most wonderful and at the same time terrifying thing I have and will ever know.

"What?" I bit out bitterly.

"You, I want you." He started to move in closer and I started backing up into the comfort of my jeep but the door was closed and I couldn't open it being this close. He had me cornered and there was nothing I could do about it. "Come on Amelia, that mate of yours isn't going to be able to do the things I can do for you. Do with you. Do to you." The chalkboard sound was getting worse the more he talked, every sentence was a scratch, then every word, then syllable."My mate rejected me to be with a different guy, and guess what? She looked just like you. Except for the body, you have a way sexier body." He started looking over my body, his eyes starting to go black meaning he was getting lustful, or in other words horny, turned on is another version of the word. To say I was terrified was an understatement. I was beyond terrified, male wolves who have been rejected are unpredictable. They go after anyone who their attracted to and their primal instincts kick in. You can probably guess what usually happens next. Those people are never the same doesn't matter if their male or female. Rejected females usually just become warriors. They turn their broken hearts into rage and usually become one of the best warriors in a pack. Sometimes though rejected wolves will end up ending their lives or they just die from a broken heart. Some wolves aren't stereotypical but sadly we have the stereotypes for a reason. I snapped out of my thinking daze and Caleb had gotten even closer and started to whisper in my ear "Amelia I don't want to just date you or enjoy you one time," every letter was another scratch on that chalkboard, the sound was starting to turn more into a high pitched buzzing noise, "I want to be your mate." The sound never stopped as he kept on talking about what would happen if we were mates. Kept on saying what he would do to me, saying things that only mates should utter to each other. The buzzing continued, starting to drown out his words completely. I fell to the ground knees to my chest, eyes closed, hands over my ears, heart racing, breath heavy. Then it stopped.

I could no longer feel his breath on my ear and I could no longer hear the things that he was saying. I slowly opened my eyes and looked out in front of me; my heart still racing, knees still at my chest, hands still covering my ears, breath still heavy, every movement slowed around me; I saw Ty with his hand around Caleb's throat, I saw him raise him up and slam him into the concrete creating a dent where his head hit. Caleb, was unfazed by the whole situation, his face was equipped with a grin so wide there was no denying that he was enjoying the pain of what Ty was doing. He was actually enjoying the painful blows that his best friend was giving him. The sick bastard.

I felt a hand on my knee, I looked over and saw Jackie next to me. She took my hands from my ears and held them in her hands. She started to calm my breathing telling me to inhale for 3 seconds and then exhale for 3 seconds and this was repeated until my breathing was under complete control. She lead me into the passengers side of my jeep, sat me down, grabbing my keys from my hand, making sure I was buckled up into the jeep. I remember her getting in the drivers side. I remember her starting to pull out of the parking spot. I remember seeing Ty throw Caleb into a car. I remember starting to drive to Derek's pack house. I remember nothing else.

I blacked out. Sensory overload is the best term of describing what I had went through on that day. Sensory overload occurs when one or more of the body's senses experiences over-stimulation from the environment. I couldn't take the sound of the buzzing. I couldn't take Caleb being so close. I couldn't take what he was saying in my ear.
I couldn't take anything that was happening around me anymore. It was all too much. All too fast. All too loud. All too long without having Derek with me.

Then I woke up.

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