"What happened to her?" Marissa, her mother whispers the moment I go in the kitchen. Her face is paled and scared.
"She..." I look down, not knowing how to inform her about Lisa. I look up at her emerald eyes and smile at her. She and Lisa look nothing alike. She has night black hair, emerald orbs and tanned skin with pouty smile and upturned nose. "She got rejected." I whisper and she gasps, putting hands over her mouth she starts sobbing in a low voice.
"Rejected?" She whispers and I nod, more tears start streaming on her face. "Who?" She manages to choke the words out and I uneasily look away from her. Despite the fact that they don't look like each other, they have same temper. She wipes the tears away and becomes the strict, dangerous werewolf who is known all across the country for her brutal strength. "It's obviously not you." Her voice is icy cold. "Because in that case you wouldn't have brought her back." She continues talking by each word her voice becoming colder. "So, it is either Nikolas, Derek's son or Lucas Ashton's son." She says in colder voice. "Because in other case, you wouldn't have felt ashamed to tell." She states the obvious and smiles me with sickening sweet smile, promising blood lust and shred.
"Lucas..." I whisper in low voice and wait for her outcome, which never comes. She just sighs and sits on one of the chairs.
"Rejecting your own mate..." She starts muttering and unbelievably shaking her head. "How stupid can you be?" She continues blabbering. "I am going to talk to Ashton about his son's...actions." She stands up, but I stop her before she makes another move.
"I don't think Lisa would be happy if you did this without talking to her." I warn her and look at the living room's door, where she is lying and crying. "I myself hate seeing her like that, but we can do nothing. It has already happened." I whisper again and study her stone cold face.
Finally she nods and sighs again. Shaking her head she looks at me with waiting expression, but I don't know what to say. I don't know what she is waiting for.
"Why did he reject her?" She asks finally. "Is there anyone... else?" She asks me after awkward silence and I nod. "Tell me more about it..." She says in low voice again and I nod.
"Her name is Samantha Anderson." I start and feel like I am betraying someone, but I don't know why I have this feeling, though. "She is daughter of..."
"Logan Anderson, I understood that." She interrupts me in even colder voice and motions me to continue.
"They have been together for three years already." I whisper. "They have this off and on relationship, as Luke usually intends to cheat and Sam isn't an angel as well." I say and she nods.
"Does she have a mate?" She asks me the most important question and I shrug my shoulders.
"She hasn't turned eighteen, yet." I say and she nods. "She wasn't on Wolfing Ceremony, thus hasn't found one, yet." I say and she nods again.
"Fool." She mumbles loudly. "He will be left as soon as she finds her mate. Girls aren't able to breath the connection between mates, they feel too much love to break it." She says and sighs. "And then he will be running back to her? To break her all over again?" She asks no one particularly. "He will not be strong enough without true Luna." She sighs again and looks at cream colored walls of kitchen.
"I am sorry for what he did." I apologize instead of my friend and look down in shame.
"You don't have to apologize." She gives me warm smile and shakes her head lightly. "You did nothing wrong, and I am grateful you took her home." She whispers and stands up. "Come, let's check up on her." She nudges lightly and I nod, following her into living room.
She is lying on the sofa, her face red and puffy from crying, tears streaming down her face even in the sleep and pained expression isn't leaving her.
"She eventually will be okay." She whispers and starts stroking her daughter's blonde hair. "She will come around and be who she was... before... rejection." She whispers in low voice and looks at her with sad eyes.
"I hope so." I whisper and look down at my feet, unable to look at her angelic face.
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Broken Bonds : The Rejected
Teen Fiction"Hearts break and hearts heal." I say with smile plastered on my lips even though my insides are twisting and reshaping, hurting me. "I wouldn't have moped all day around because of you." I announce proudly and look inside his eyes. "So, you got ove...
