THE POWERFUL; YET REJECTED

Chapter 9: Pain

Ashlyn's POV: (next day)

Today I had felt like I had a knot in my stomach. My head was constantly hurting. It was all because of stupid Alex. My wolf has been crying all night, making me cry, which made me end up having no sleep. Great.

I still haven't seen my wolf yet. I wasn't ready yet to see it.

Scarlet hasn't healed yet, in fact, she's worse. I had chosen a really simple outfit to wear since I really didn't care. I just got out the first thing I saw and boom I have an outfit

It was just jeans, an grey flowy shirt and converse sneakers. I was wanting to go on a run today to stretch my legs. I put my hair in a messy bun.

My black hair made my grey eyes look dull so I put some eyeliner on. I added some purple eyeshadow. I finished it up with a few other colors and I was done.

I walked out the room. There was still a stabbing pain in my stomach but it was now a bit duller. I slowly walk down the stairs to the kitchen. I no longer felt like the cheery bubbly girl I normally was.

Why did I have to be rejected?

Why did Alex hate me?

These thoughts roamed my mind as I sat down. Scarlet was still moping in the back of my mind.

I see Alex's mother in the kitchen and I go up to her. Alex's parents did not know Alex and I were mates.

"Hi Lizabeth." I said while kisses her cheek. She smiled at me.

"Hello darling! By the way, happy late 18 birthday!" She said with sparkling eyes.

I put a fake smile on and thanked her.

"Have you met your mate yet?"she asked. I felt myself stiffen. That question made Scarlet howl in misery.

I decided to just change the subject without answering her. "Do you want any help with breakfast?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No, dear you have to stop being so nice and have some fun!" She said pushing be out to where the breakfast table was at. "Let me do the work and you just relax." She said.

For being over 1,000 years old she still looked like she was in her early twenties. That was a good thing about werewolfs. Normally you live up to over 100,000,000 years old. The reason it is like this is because every 50 human years equal 1 werewolf year.

I sit down once again and yawn. Why Alex did you have to break my heart letting me have no sleep. Whyyyyyyyy.

I cover my mouth with my hand to cover my yawn. I close my sleepily and rest my head on my hand.

Suddenly a sweet smell of vanilla filled my nose. I took a deep breath of it and sighed in content.

"Sleepy? Then go sleep where you belong, you worthless person." My eyes snapped open at his voice. I narrowed my eyes at him. I opened my mouth to give him a sarcastic comeback but his mother came in.

We both instantly put on a fake smile and looked up at her. She placed a Starbucks Vanilla Frapuccino in front of me. She also slid a plate of seven waffles stacked on top of each other to me. She placed a plate of three waffles in front of Alex.

"How come she gets Starbucks?!" He whined out. I eternally rolled my eyes.

"Well she comes down here everyday to eat breakfast and this is the second time you came to eat as a family in four years."she said walking back to the kitchen. "Plus she's a great cook! She deserves it." She yelled out from the kitchen.

I smirked back at Alex while taking a long loud sip out of my drink. Might as well as make him jealous. He looked at me angrily. I just smirked more.

"Don't think just because I'm your mate, I'm not going to bully you." He said angrily.

"Ex-mate." I corrected him. I could feel Scarlet howling and a stabbing pain in my stomach. I bit my lip from screaming.

"Excuse me." I choked out as I quickly ran to the closed bathroom. I slammed the door and ran to the toilet. I fell to my knees and puked out whatever food I had in me which wasn't much since I had also been doing this all night.

I finally finished puking and I just sat there thinking.

Why did my mom choose him as my mate? Why?!

I stand up and flush the toilet. I walk to he sink and wash my mouth and hands. I while them on the towel and look into the mirror. My eyes looked dull. My skin was pale. My hair looked dead. I could just feel my heart breaking and shattering. I gritted my teeth again.

The pain I was feeling was so extremely painful. It was as if someone was plunging knifes into me. I sighed as it began to dull a bit. I ran a hand through my hair. I kept repeating to myself.

I will not waste tears on him.

I will not waste tears on him.

I will not waste tears on him.

I will not waste tears on him.

I sucked in a breath and breathed out. I slowly unlock the door and walked back into the eating room. I finished my food without once looking at Alex.

I stood up and walked out to the garage. I hooked up my phone to the helmet and called Anna. I got on my motorcycle and began to ride to the pack house.