My Street Racing Rejected Mate

Waking Up

Have you ever been in that half concious dream-like state? Where you can hear everything around, but you can't seem to make yourself open your eyes or move any of your limbs. That's what I'm going through right now. I can tell that there are people in the room. Two to be exact. I can tell this because of the steady breathing in the room. One of the people take in a sharp intake of air as if they were about to ask something they might regret. And that they did.

"Why didn't anybody tell me?" Ace asked in a husky voice. Almost as if he hadn't slept in a while or had just woken up. I started to think it sounded sexy, but quickly pushed that thought away. 

"She doesn't like to talk about it, and you don't deserve to know." I recognized that voice almost immediately. It was the voice that had helped me through so much. The voice belonged to the person who sang to me and held me after every nightmare, after every attack. Diesel.

"I'm her mate! I deserve to know everything about her!" Oh, he doesn't know how wrong he is. He doesn't deserve anything from me, not after what he did. 

"What kind of mate rejects, banishes, and beats his own soulmate? Huh?! Answer me!" Diesel's anger was obvious. He cared for me and even though he sometimes acted like a major spaz he made up for it with everything else he did for me. I could hear Ace's defeated sigh. He knew Diesel was right. 

"She told you about that?" 

"Of course she told me! Who do you think helped her through the worst stages of depression? Me! That's who. And the only reason I had to do that was because of you. Did you know she has nightmares almost every night because of you? Well, obviously not. You caused her to have Panic Attacks. She screams in terror at night because of what's she's been through, and not just because of you, but because of everyone in this damn pack." Diesel was panting by the time he finished his little rant about me. I was just imagining the look of shock or confusion on Ace's face when Diesel kept going, but this time in a quiet voice.

"She can't go through this, not again. She's been through to much to have to do this again. I won't let you hurt her. If you hurt her, I swear I won't hesitate to let that damn mutt of hers loose on you. She's to good for that, to good for you."

Then I heard the door open and shut as Diesel's footsteps departed down the hall. A sigh left Ace's lips as he walked towards my side. "God Storm, why? Why did I have to be such an ass? Why couldn't I have just accepted you? We could be the Alpha and Luna by now, but no, I just had to go and screw things up. Just like I always do." He said the last sentence in a whisper. What did he mean by that? I wouldn't get a chance to find out because he gently pushed my hair off my forehead and brushed his lips over my skin. The door was opened and closed again, but this time with a soft click, as if he didn't want to disturb me. I remember laying there, in my bed, thinking about what just happened.

It took my a half an hour of struggling to finally open my eyes and start moving around. I ran my hands through my hair as a massive migrain began to form. This happened after every attack, and I knew the perfect way to stop it. I quickly scribbled a note down, and left it on the bed. They would be looking for me, but once they found the note they'd know where I was. When I checked my phone I noticed I had a text message from Jackson. 

It read, 'Hey kiddo, hope you feel better, I know you'll go back for a while, and that's fine. Remember the party we were talking about yesterday? Well, because of someone, *cough* you *cough*, they had to reschedule it to later tonight at 8, so make sure you're back on time.'

That's how Jackson was, he worried, and he also sent extremely long texts, which is as annoying as hell. They party was tonight, even though it was supposed to be last night, and they had to reschedule it because of me. Oh well. Whatever. Wait, tonight? I checked the clock on the wall, and according to the clock it was 11 in the morning. I had passed out for that long? Maybe I needed the rest. 

I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth because I could still taste my own blood. I changed into jeans, combat boots, and a white sweater with a picture of a skull on it. I walked outside and hopped in my Hellcat. 

I was speeding, but who the hell cares? I tried to pass thevdrive by listening to music, didn't help, tried listening to books on tape, didn't help. I finally just settled on keeping the car silent and thinking to myself with the window down. 

Usually the drive took about 3 to 4 hours, but because of my speeding and taking the back roads I managed to get there in two and a half. I sped up to our small pack house that we all shared. It wasn't like other pack houses. Ours wasn't big, but was more like a lodge. Basically a three story log cabin in the middle of a mountain range. Other packs usually held 100 or over members. Ours held 7 counting me. We were a powerful pack even though there were only 7 of us. We are supposed to be a training or call-in pack, which means that we have to go around and help other packs if they needed training or help in some sort of battle. I wasn't entirely sure how it worked because Jackson was in charge of all that stuff.

I had the whole third floor to myself, which was where my animal sanctuary was, along with my room, and my own mini movie theater and gaming area. I made my way up the three flights of stairs and as I neared the top I could hear barks, squeaks, and other unidentifiable noises. It brought a smile to my face.

This is where I belong. This is my Home, where I belong and want to be, not with anyone else, and most certainly not with him.

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Hey Ya'll so just wanted to say thanks for the comments and reads. Keep commenting, It really makes me update faster and reminds me that people actually like my story. Sorry it's so short. Peace, Sugar Gliders!