best part about moving into the Packhouse was now I had a bathroom all to myself.
I grabbed my towel and hopped into the shower.
I washed my hair and my body. Letting the warm water ease my sore muscles was just what I needed. After I finished, I got dressed in leggings and a white tank top with my slippers. I walked back downstairs and sat back onto the couch with my brothers playing video
games.
My mom and dad were sitting in the kitchen, talking.
I was minding my own business when out of no where n my wolf started to go crazy. Howling and whining.
I heard footsteps come down the stairs, and I was distracted by the best scent I have ever smelled in my life.
‘Mate! Mate! Mate!” My wolf cheered. I turned to see who it was- only to have Elijah then tackle me. I fell to the ground, and my popcorn from earlier spilled everywhere.
Well, I’m not cleaning that up.
Now back to this ass, “Get your STD filled body off of me!” I yelled at him
“Don’t talk about our mate like that,” my wolf growled at me.
“Is that any way to talk to your alpha?” Elijah frowned.
“Oh, thank the moon goddess you didn’t say, mate.” When he touched me, I felt only itchiness instead of the typical sparks.
Elijah looked at me with a smirk, “Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I, Elijah Westmoon reject you Bianca North as my mate and Luna of this pack, Kat’s already got that job.” He smirked and got off me.
I felt an aching pain in my chest, but I just brushed it off. I won’t show pain, especially in front of him. Elijah then turned around and looked at me, “Oh, and just so I don’t have to see your face in this pack, I at this moment ban you from the Westmoon pack.”
My body began to burn; the mate bond was breaking. My head started to spin. I fell into shock.
i, Bianca North, was not just rejected, but I was also banned from ever seeing or stepping foot in the place I called home.
“Elijah, you god damn idiot!” Rick screamed at his son.
My knees suddenly became jelly and turned on me. I fell to the ground black spots began to cloud my vision. All I remember after that was hearing yelling before the darkness consumed me
Rejection hurts. It kills you from the inside, and it murders your soul. It’s hard for a wolf to get over it, and most likely, they never will. They’ll usually end up dying because the pain is too much. It’s like being stripped away of half of your soul; you’ll forever have an empty hole. Unknown
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