Luna

Chapter 19

Reject (v.)
1. Refuse to accept (something faulty or unsatisfactory).
2. To refuse to believe in.
3. To fail to give due care or affection.

Rejection (n.)
1. A thing or a person rejected

Standing alone in the vast living room, all I can think of is the definition of the word rejection. I've been obsessed with the term ever since he told me I was destined to be a ruined old maid.

"Look at you," Dave said as he pulled up his pants. "What man in his decent mind would want 'that'? Not even your mate would want you; that is assuming you have one at all," he scoffed. "The Goddess surely wouldn't grant one to someone like you. You're uneducated, weak, and pathetic, and no one in their right mind would want anyone with your traits, let alone someone without even a wolf," he said as I lay naked and curled up in the bed conveniently located in the dreadful basement.

I always despised those words. It was bad enough that he did as he pleased with me; ruined my body. But he never ended there. He always made it a point to remind me of my imperfections after his escapades. It was inevitable. Not only did he want to ruin my body, but take my mind in the process.

"I'm doing you a favour Hope," he said with an amused tone. "At least you know you'll always have a place with me, and together we can raise Emily. If only you'd let me mark you, and let me guarantee you both long lasting safety," the narcissistic bastard said. Ironic, because the person we needed safety from, was the man who constantly paraded the word ever so effortlessly.

The worst of it is he wasn't lying. The statements he spoke were true. For years, I have heard him spewing all sorts of venomous words regarding me, and for years I have battled with the harshness of his statements. I was torn between believing I was a complete waste of space as he said I was, and choosing to believe I was indeed the treasure my father always told me I was. Goddess, I miss him dearly.

It's been a constant battle that has always tugged at my heart, but now as I stand alone in this room, I realize Dave was right. I am ruined. No matter how much I wanted him to be wrong, no matter how much I always wanted to be the one who came out on top, he had indeed spoken his words into existence.

With tears pouring down my face, I replay his words over and over again in my head. It can't be true. Surely, he can't win this too.

Why? Why was I even born into this godforsaken world only to live a life filled with sadness and heartbreak? Why would I be –. It's far too late to ask these questions now. There's absolutely no need to question my existence anymore, rather, it's time to accept reality.

Reality is, there is no hope for me. Reality is, there's no one out there for me. Reality is that, I, Hope Destiny Fox have been rejected by my mate, an alpha, even before he got to know me. Not that I even know who I am anymore. He may not have rejected me formerly, but he still rejected me none the less.

I – I need to get over this. Shake it off like I've done before countless times. Get back on the horse, and raise the girl whose life is in my hands. There's no time for a breakdown. No time to be indulged in my sorrow. No time to mend my broken heart. There's only Em. 

Wiping the tears off my face, I take a deep breath and push aside all my feelings. I push aside my thoughts. I push aside, him, and take a minute to get myself together. I need to be whole again before I face Em, and as his scent invades me completely, I know this will indeed be harder than I anticipate.

After taking in a few deep breaths, I finally master the courage to go in the same direction everyone else did and find Em. I've missed her too much, and after this particularly difficult time, I just want to be close to her.