Almost Rejected

21 | Coming to an Understanding

“Stefan why the hell do I smell someone elses arousal on you?” He questioned through a noticeably clenched jaw.

“Hmm?” I hummed, furrowing my brows as I feigned confusion and sniffed at the collar of my shirt.

He let out an annoyed breath. “This isn’t a joke.” He warned, leaning closer as I tried my best to hide the grin I could feel starting to pull at the edges of my mouth “Who the f**k am I smelling on you?” He growled.

His clear blue eyes were basically black as he leaned closer, I forced myself to keep eye contact as I ignored my wolf whimpering at the sight of our angry mate.

He never liked this plan in the first place and now all he wanted me to do was lower my head and submit, apologize, and reassure our mate that we hadn’t been with anyone; But I’m not going to do that. “Maybe someone at school was watching p**n in a restroom stall or something?” I questioned, shrugging my shoulders as he glared at me.

He scoffed, obviously not believing a word I had said, “Do you think I’m an i***t?” He spat angrily as I did nothing but do another shrug in reply causing him to become even more irritated then he already was.

I looked away with a small smile as he continued to stare at me with the same angry expression. I could tell my silence and refusal to give any reasonable explanation for the smell was the main thing getting to him; So I decided to remain silent for the rest of the time, loving how dark his voice grew at each unanswered question.

He eventually gave up on questioning me, ending the conversation with a warning growl that I simply ignored like I had done the rest.

I peeked over at his seething figure as he finally drove out the lot, even though we hadn’t mated or marked eachother I could still feel in my core how angry he was, but I’m also one hundred percent sure that even if we weren’t mates I’d still be able to tell.

The car ride remained silent, not even the radio had been turned on; The air was so tense you could cut it with a chainsaw and even though I’m sure it wouldn’t have helped a thing, I was starting to regret not turning up the radio before he noticed Ryan’s scent.

When we finally got to the pack house after a long and awkward ride, he immediately got out of the truck. I heard the sound of bones popping and skin ripping but by time I looked out he was already gone.

I sighed as my wolf let out a disappointed whine, upset that I hadn’t moved fast enough to catch a glimpse of Ades wolf. I rolled my eyes at both my wolf and our mate, “So childish..” I mumbled out, grabbing the keys he had left in the ignition.

As I walked towards the large house I hesitated at the door. This is the first time I’ve come here without someone else and I truthfully have no clue what I’m going to do. I usually would’ve just told him to drop me off this morning but I have to come here if I was to complete ‘phase two’ of my plan.

I took a deep breath before opening the door, the house seemed empty and I relaxed a bit as I remembered what Zane had said about the house usually being abandoned around this time.

I sat my bag by the front door like I had done the first time I came here and walked into the kitchen, setting the keys down on the island top. I absentmindedly made my way towards the closet sitting room, shocked to find a familiar white haired female already there on the floor.

She was sitting criss crossed with the TV remote in her hand. She looked up as I entered the room, giving me a look that showed she was just as surprised to see me here as I was to see her.

I ignored her as I took off my shoes, leaving them at the entrance of the room before making my way to the couch she was leaning on from her place on the ground. I sat down with my back against the arm of the couch and my knees to my chest, leaning my head down on them as I watched her flip through channels.

“Can you tell me about how you were created?” I asked, breaking the silence as she stopped looking through the channels to glance at me, “That’s a rude question.” She replied despite not sounding all that upset about me asking.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” I answered back as she went back to flipping through the channels; She let out an amused hum at my reply, “What do you want to know?” She questioned in reply to my earlier one

She sounded bored as she spoke, her face blank as if she had been asked this exact question millions of times before. I thought about what I really meant by my question and what I really wanted to know, before opening my mouth to speak, “What are you?”

Once again she stopped flipping through the channels, but this time I watched as she got up from the ground and turned to me. “May I?” She asked, gesturing toward the part of the couch beside me.

She let out a breath of a laugh, sitting down as she got nothing but a blank stare in reply. “Soo..” she started, trailing off as she softly slapped her hands onto her Jean covered thighs, “I am the result of a reincarnation spell made by a coven of witches. In the spell they combined the ashes of the ‘greatest sorceress to exist’ and the blood of a white wolf in hopes of bringing Reya, the sorceress, back to life but with even more power than she previously had.”

I couldn’t stop my eyes from widening at her reveal, A white wolf? That would explain why she had purple eyes. Purple eyes were a trait given to only white wolves, a gift from the moon goddess only given to her favorite creations is what everyone called them.

White wolves were the most powerful breed of werewolves to have ever existed; They were stronger, faster, and had better senses than any other wolf, even higher ranking ones like alphas.

They were bigger than regular wolves and had beautiful white fur that supposedly sparkled under the moonlight and were even said to have possessed white hair in their human form that did the same.

I guess this explains why she has white hair and purple eyes. “Anyway.” She said breaking me out my thoughts, “As you can tell the spell didn’t work, or at least not exactly how they wanted it to.” She explained, gesturing towards herself to emphasize why it didn’t work. “Instead of reincarnating the ‘once great and powerful sorceress Reya’, they created a child with more power than any creature in existence.”

“You don’t sound too upset about it.” I commented as she looked towards me with a small grin. “I guess it’s pretty cool being labeled ‘the most powerful being in existence’ but, at the end of the day, a cool label doesn’t take away any of the challenges.” She replied, letting out a breath of a laugh as she blankly stared at the tv.

“Constant assassinations, constant training, constant pain.” She mumbled “Not to mention I was only sixteen when I finally remembered I had these powers.” She absentmindedly began flipping through the channels again “Powers that weren’t growing but already strong, it was like having someone go through all the different levels of a game and learning all the secret codes and power moves, then giving you the controller and having you play the final level.”

“It doesn’t matter how powerful your character is if you don’t know how to play.” She mumbled as she finally stopped on another channel. I wasn’t even sure she was actually paying attention to what her hands were doing or what her eyes were watching.

It seemed like the only reason she kept her eyes glued to the tv and her fingers pressed against the buttons of the remote was for movement, just to have something to touch and focus on.

I hummed in reply to her rant but didn’t say anything as I also focused my attention on the big screen opposite of where we sat on the couch. “What about you?” She questioned after moments of silence.

“Hm?” I questioned back, showing my confusion at her question as an amused expression flashed across her face. “I saw your purple eyes..” she said, this time her full attention on me as I cautiously eyed her back “Just what are you?”

I titled my head as I stared at her curious expression, her gaze made me regret my actions from that night; I still don’t know why I did that, it was reckless and stupid, and yet I had done it so quickly with no second thought.

“A werewolf.” I replied, forcibly stopping myself from laughing as she deadpanned at my answer. She sighed as she moved to lean her back against the other arm of the couch so we were now directly facing each other, “So are those contacts?” She asked, slightly changing the topic as she looked into my green contact covered eyes.

“No, my natural eye color is actually green and the purple eyes you saw the other night were just contacts.” I replied blankly as she hummed in thought. “Why do you wear contacts?” She pressed on, completely ignoring my sarcastic remark from before.

I squinted my eyes with furrowed brows, “Why do you ask so many questions?” I questioned back, getting nothing but a scoff in reply. “Didn’t I already tell you about my past? Why are you so hesitant to do the same?”

“I didn’t ask you for any of that information, you did that out of your own accord.” I argued. She raised a brow as she looked at me with a confused expression “You just asked me about how I was ‘created’.” She argued back.

“Okay but all the stuff from the party was unsolicited information that wasn’t asked for.” I pointed out. She remained silent for a few seconds as we just stared each other in the eyes.

“Look..” she started. “You have purple eyes. That’s an eye color I haven’t seen anyone besides myself have. Don’t you think it’s natural for me to ask questions and want answers?”

I sighed through my nose as I thought over what she said, “I really can’t answer any of your questions.” I said, answering truthfully “The reason I hide my eyes is not just for my sake.”

“Can you at least tell me who else you're hiding them for?” She questioned, clearly desperate to get at least some information, even if it wasn’t much.

“My Oma.” I answered, deciding it wouldn’t do much harm if I allowed her to have at least a little information.

“Oma?” she repeated with a raised brow. “Grandma.” I repeated but this time in English, clarifying what I had revealed earlier.

“Why?” She questioned further. “Do you remember when I said you ask too many questions?” I replied, causing her to let out an amused sound as she looked away from me to the tv.

I rolled my eyes as she remained quiet, deciding to no longer speak. I guess “It’s for me and my Oma’s protection.” I said after a few more moments of silence “My entire pack was killed because of these.” I said pointing to my eyes.

“I’m just trying to make sure the samething doesn’t happen to me or the one family member I have left.” I could see her slightly tense at the mention of my pack being dead but she was good at hiding it.

“Sorry.” She said, looking back towards me as I shrugged my shoulders in reply. There wasn’t really any emotion in her voice and her face was no different and yet I could still somehow feel just how genuine she had meant the apology despite none of it being her fault “Don’t apologize, it’s not like you were the one who killed them.”

“Who did?” She questioned. This time it was my turn to direct my gaze to the tv as I leaned my cheek into the palm of my open hand, “I don’t know.” I answered truthfully.

She nodded as she let out a hum in understanding, going quiet as she also focused her attention on the screen. “We’d make good friends.” She commented not removing her attention from the faint screen.

“Would we?” I questioned with a hum, causing her to give me an amused look as she stared at me with a raised brow. “Okay okay, I was just joking. I guess we could be friends, you don’t seem all that different from Ricky.”

She looked at me curiously at the mention of Ricky, “I wasn’t really asking.” She said in reply to my earlier statement on our new found ‘friendship’.

“I’m aware.”