A Mate And More

Chapter One. Sheila's POV. "No!" I screamed, bawling my eyes out. "No, not again," I shouted, but what was done was done. He died again. Yet, another mate of mine died. "By the Goddess, why?!" My lamentations could be heard miles away, I was sure, but there was no redemption for my mate that had died. It was always mysterious, I or anybody could never figure out the reason why they die. First, it was Williams, then Peter. I prayed to the moon Goddess to spare Landon's life, but the prayer seems futile now, looking at his dead body. "Sheila, don't hurt yourself, I'm sure the Goddess has a reason," My father tried to console me. They were always there, through every single death, it's always them and me. My parents were amazing, but this was the last straw. I don't think I can go through another heartbreak anymore, and I shouldn't endanger anyone's life just by being my mate. I rose from Landon's body, sniffing. "You can take him," I signaled to the pack warriors my best friend, Marcus had offered to help with the body. As they took Landon's body away in a bag, I crashed into Marcus, needing the reassurance of my best and only friend. He hugged me, as tight as he could. As tight as my fragile bones could take. "Shh… it's okay, it's going to be alright," He patted my back, as I cried myself to sleep in his arms. I wanted to leave, but Marcus appealed to me and I agreed. Days later, I made my mind up and promised myself that I would never take on a mate, even if I was begged to have one. I was able to uphold my promise for weeks until I started to see Marcus in a different light. He became handsome and a suitable candidate for a mate. He was the Alpha's son, the heir to the pack. He had the characteristics of a leader and a perfect mate, but I dare not tell him how I feel. That would ruin our friendship, so I kept mute and stayed his friend. My first heartbreak from Marcus was when he found his mate. She was beautiful, humble. Too humble that I could not summon an ounce of hatred for her. She was perfect for him. "Congratulations, Marcus," I hugged him the moment he shared the big news, introducing me to her. "Thanks Sheila, you're the best," The compliment went to my heart, I had to calm myself with a breathing spell. "Stop it, you know he doesn't mean it that way," I spoke to my erratic heart in a hush tone. The second heartbreak was when they announced his mating ceremony that everyone in the pack has to attend. I really didn't want to go, but he was my best friend I could not get out of it even if I tried. "Hey, Charlie," Yet another friend that found her soulmate. "Hi Sheila, how's it going?" We exchanged pleasantries as I tried to mingle more. The ceremony went on, but when I could take it anymore, I had to leave. I knew that there was nothing more for me. I was all alone with my curse of being mateless forever. I managed to excuse myself as some wolves from another pack came over to offer their congratulations, but I could feel Marcus' eyes upon me, I think he knew that I was planning something, but didn't know what or why. I looked for Charlie, a friend, in the crowd wanting to thank him and Adam, her mate again and, say goodbye, but instead I found Roman. A beta wolf, who has always been nasty to me. Not that everything I experience is my fault, but he never missed the chance to rub salt in my wounds. I shivered where I stood, was it me or did he seem to have more presence than before? He frowned as he caught me starstaringfore heading my way and suddenly I was frozen in place. All thoughts of Marcus had disappeared from my mind and all of my feelings for him had suddenly been swept from my body as if they had never existed in the first place. I never noticed before just how mesmerising those blue eyes were. He stopped before me and took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly changing amber for a minute and then he shook his head and they were blue once more. His frown seemed to deepen and he grabbed my wrist and began to tug me in order to get me to follow him. Sparks ran up my wrist and trickled over my skin at the point of contact and I wanted to whimper in delight, but something was holding me back, a warning bell in the back of my head. But still I f,ollowed him, step after step until we were well away from the crowds and surrounded by the tall trees in the forest. He dropped my wrist and turned to look at me. As we are roughly the same height, I saw myself reflected in his eyes, I saw the hopeful look on his face, but I couuld not figure out the reason for it. So Roman let me know, in the worst way possible. "As the Goddess is my witness, I, Roman Gould, reject you, Sheila Roberts as my mate," The pain that began to thrum throughout my body was ten times worse than what I believed my heartache to be. That piercing of my heart earlier was an illusion, a silly result of my own stupid imagination. This, however, this was real and all l could do was collapse onto the woodland ground as wave after wave shattered my mind and body. He didn't care. He just walked away. "I accept," I felt the words slip from my lips before I gave in to my hopelessness. I wished I had never stayed within the pack, with Marcus, with Roman. I wished I had remained fully a reject not a pack member. I wished the Moon Goddess had never noticed me and I wish, I just wish. The wishes were the last on my mind before I succumbed to total darkness.