Beyond Rejection

I stare up at him with thinly disguised hatred.

"I reject you Levi Crosswalk and will never be your mate in this life and the next!" I spit at him.

He clenches his jaw.

"And I reject you Anastasia Purrey. I hereby break the mate bond between us. You are free to prostitute yourself wherever you choose". He spits back at me.

I wince at the insult. I raise my hand to slap him. He grasps my hand mid air and pulls me close to him. I look into his eyes and see the hatred there. Good. Because it is mutual.

"Be careful what you decide to do, I am a lot more powerful than you". He says and pushes me away.

I turn on my heels and stalk away.

Seven Years Later.

Levi.

I knot my tie neatly and prepare to attend the party at the Cross moon pack house. It is an obligation I have to fulfill. Since I became the alpha, I have had to force myself to attend parties and occasions at other packs.

The car is waiting outside. I enter the car and it drives off.

When we arrive, I walk into the building. People turn to look at me curiously. This is my first public appearance after my mother's death.

I walk gracefully towards the bar and order a Martini with olives.

As I take a swig of my drink, I catch a scent. It's thick and unmistakable. It's also very familiar.

I don't turn around. I have been waiting for a second chance mate for seven years now and the moon goddess has not answered my prayers. There is no way in heaven and hell that the owner of the scent that was intoxicating me is my mate.

I scoff. It is definitely her.

"Levi! So glad to see you". Someone says and slaps my back in a friendly gesture.

I am forced to turn around.

Just as I expected, it is Arkin, Alpha of the Cross moon pack.

I shake hands with him. He has a very firm grip.

"Everyone is talking about you." Arkin says.

"That's unfair to you". I say.

The scent suddenly becomes so strong. She's even closer now. I can't resist anymore. I have to look.

Just as I turn around, I meet her daunting gaze. Our eyes lock. As hard as I try, I can't seem to look away. I feel a very powerful attraction to her.

I have always wondered why neither of us felt any pain after we rejected each other.

I tear my gaze away from hers and blink. Through my side eye, I see her rush out of the room.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that the Purreys are here". Arkins says and looks away.

"It's too late to be warning me, isn't it?" I say and take another swig of my drink.

After a while, I go outside for fresh air and also to escape social suicide.

I breath in the fresh air.

I hear someone cursing loudly. I walk towards that direction. Behold, Anastasia is trying to drown herself in perfume.

"... get rid of this stupid scent!" I hear her say.

"You know, there's a cliff you can jump off of just down that path". I say and point.

She turns around. She isn't shocked because she can smell me. How wonderful!

"Get lost!" She says through gritted teeth.

"Have you been able to find your second chance mate". I ask just to mock her.

"I would be able to if your stupid dog smell would stop being so pungent". She says.

"We both know that I don't smell like a dog". I drawl.

I really do like taunting her.

"It's a pity that you can't tell between an insult and a compliment".

She has a sharp mouth. Sharper than even a sword.

Just as I am about to counter, she buckles in pain. That's when another scent hits me. She's going into heat. Just perfect timing, I curse.

I turn to walk away when I see several males from different packs coming out. They can all smell it. Their eyes are all filled with hunger.

She's huddled on the floor, grunting in pain. Her added age has made it a lot more painful for her. Does this mean that she's still a virgin? It can't be.

I know I can't just leave her there.

"Let me take you home". I suggest half-heartedly.

"I'm not ... going anywhere with you!" She grunts amidst her pain.

Her refusal in her situation might be considered cute if it didn't mean she would be left in the hands of hungry wolves.

I lean down and pick her up. She does not fight me. The other males stop approaching when they see me with her.

I carry her to my car. I finally have an excuse to leave the party.

I set her down in the seat and climb in beside her.

I can barely breath. The smell of her heat clouds my senses. Despite my hatred for her, I am turned on. I can smell the liquid pooling in between her tightly closed legs.

I look at her. Her face is contorted in pain. My driver looks at her. Even he is attracted by her pheromones.

She clutches her stomach and winces as a wave of pain crashes over her.

I am suffering as well, just not in physical pain. I feel myself harden. I am terribly aroused. I look outside the window to distract myself.

It is a long drive back to her pack house. I try to hum a song in my head. All I can hear is her groans. She twists and turns in the seat. I notice that she is pressing her knees tightly together. She is trying to stop me from smelling the scent of her heat. She should know that it would take a lot more than that to conceal such a sweet smell.

She looks up at me finally. Her eyes are pleading.

"Help me". She whispers and opens her legs.