"The Moon goddess just can't let me be happy, and she made that very clear from the very start from birth till now!"
*THIS BOOK IS THE SECOND SERIES OF A MATES BOND BUT IT CAN BE READ BY ITSELF*
I woke up to the feeling of rain drops hitting my face they felt like small slaps trying to wake me up from the nightmare that is my life, memories of what happened came flashing back to me... my wolf was in pain and so was I, I hate this feeling the feeling of not being loved the feeling of being all alone with no one to rely on, I hate it I just want to go back in time and somehow save my parents from that rouge attack or do something that would make them still alive today I don't want to be all alone anymore...
I tried getting up but no luck I just came crashing back down like all my hopes and dreams, wheres all my strength gone? I tried again but this time with the help of a tree, I gripped at its trunk as hard as I could, this may have been a way to get my anger out, who knows?
I limped my way back to the pack house, I didn't want to see anyone... I felt ashamed that I couldn't even make my mate love me... I waited so long just for him but in the end he let me go, he didn't even spare me a second look, and yet I still cried for him.... I couldn't help but cry.
I walked across the cold marble floor leaving puddles of rain water wherever I stood, I didn't want anyone to know what had happened, and for some reason I felt as though everyone would somehow still work it out. I held the dinning room door knowing that everyone would be having breakfast by now I probably fell asleep on the forest ground. On the count of three I opened the door wide and as soon as I did it felt as though millions and millions of eyes were just focused on me.
I could feel the rejections smell float above me taking away from me every dream I could have possibly had. It felt as though I could hear everything their gossiping mouths said about me,
"Oh look its the whore who just got rejected"
"Who would even want to mate with that ugly thing"
I quickly ran towards my room and locked it behind me. How could I even think of being happy, I don't deserve to be happy, how could a monster like me even dream of that?!
I walked towards the bathroom sink and washed my face trying to get rid of the dirt that covered my skin making me look even more like a monster. I looked at myself in the mirror for a while I stared at the emerald green eyes that everyone told me resembled my mother so much, and then at my nose... a small nose that was just like my fathers all his friends used to make fun of hims saying it looked like a girls nose, I smiled for a bit but then my eyes landed on the huge scar that lay on my face. My finger traced its outlines gently for a bit, I sort of wished at that moment that it would disappear from my touch and then somehow my parents would come back.... but I guess that can't ever really happen.
Why do I let myself be treated this way?! I sighed and looked away from my reflection. At that point in time something just clicked in me I didn't want to be treated like this anymore and this scar... this scar is just a part of me now and I need to accept that... I cant believe something that has been haunting me for like 8 years finally came to an end. I looked back a my reflection and for the first time I didn't feel completely awful looking at it.
"Jess your scar isn't your weakness its what makes you strong it reminds you of what you went through it is a part of you and your parents didn't save you to live in a pack that would harm you"
But even after saying those words I couldn't help but cry... the tears just automatically streamed down my face, I felt so dumb for not understanding this for all these years, and most of all I felt lonely and lost.
"Why are you crying huh?! its not your fault he rejected you besides you don't need anyone so WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!" I shouted at myself while choking on my tears,
I walked towards my bed and sat down, I cradled my head like a crazy person and told myself continuously that this was my life and I needed to take control of it my parents did not die just to have me stay in a pack that treated me like SHIT! I needed to get over this rejection and fast, but of course I can't because that's just how the moon goddess made it, your not supposed to reject your mate and yet still werewolves do and because of this even the greatest heroes fell.
"Okay no more of tears we are going to stop crying and move on! We are going to take steps, and you know whats our first step leaving this stupid pack behind and remember it as only our past.....Only our past" I said while sniffling and wiping my tears away.
I quickly walked up to my wardrobe and completely emptied it I needed to leave this place and fast I didn't want to have to stay and suffer for who knows how many more years.
I opened my window and swung my suitcase over it, I placed the blood removing danger in my pocket and jumped. The blood removing dagger was something given to all werewolves, this was used to get out of a pack by just simply cutting your hand. I ran as fast as I could I ran past all the trees that I had known since I was the age of 3 and finally my special spot but never did I stop I wanted to get out of his territory and fast.
As soon as I was out I sliced my hand with the dagger and as the blood fell to the ground I felt every relation I had with the pack disappear, the wound healed quickly I guess you could say its the perk you get if your a werewolf.
and with that I ran to the closest bus stop and I guess you could say...I started my new life, well I hope I did at least.
"Our sweetheart Jess has finally gotten out of her nightmare she feels free now but now she has to face the world outside her pack can she do it? well she can do it I think.... anyways she may not find a job or a new pack she may be called a rouge but maybe someone will find her and give her a home let's hope that happens! anyway thanks for reading my shitty work! for now Ciao! :)
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