Rejected? Now A Badass: Beginning Of The Spirit Moon Pack

"Oh this'll be interesting." I heard Sage tell me. I was mated with Lance. That bastard couldn't be any scarier then right now.
"I, Lance Armstrong O'Brien, reject you, Faith Holt, as my mate."
I bite down a sob. It hurt like hell being rejected.
"I, Faith Grace Holt, accept your rejection. Have a nice day. I hope you rot in hell!"
And with that. I stormed off, fighting my urge to cry, and me going back to Lance, and hurting him more then he hurt me.