The Alpha's Hybrid Luna

Accepting Rejection (pt.2)

-- Michaela

I rejected Todd what seemed like ages ago but I never actually expected for him to accept it. It felt good knowing that he'd always pine for me even though I didn't have to feel pain towards him at all. Who doesn't like knowing that someone is nuts about them? But this feeling ... my chest was hurting worse than it did after my boob jobs. Is this what Todd had felt? I think I was annoyed more than anything that I actually felt anything at all. You'd think that I wouldn't have been able to feel anything since I was the first to break the mate bond and it had been so long now. 

The mate bond isn't meant to be broken so it automatically repairs itself whenever there's some kind of damage done. 

Look who's talking now. Thanks for the explanation Mother Mary. 

Well if I'm as saintly as Mother Mary, you're as useless as Mary, Queen of Scotts. As much as I loved Gunner, I'm glad he doesn't have to be bound to an i***t human like you anymore. 

My wolf Sepia hadn't spoken to me much over the years since I rejected Todd. I hadn't even had her long before I realized she was a complete goody-goody. That still didn't stop her from giving me crap right back when I gave it to her. The rejection had been too much for her and she blocked herself off from me. I only ever really felt her if she absolutely needed to stretch or to hear the occasional judgmental woof huff at a choice of mine. Well, I was really about to piss her off because I was going to my somewhat regular hookup with a ranked member from another pack that had been in love with me since childhood. And with that realization, I could very clearly feel Sepia put a block up against me. I hated that she could do that, but oh well. Time to go meet up with my favorite toy. 

-- Laya

"So you the voice that you heard, does it sound like you or someone you know?"

"No. I've never head that voice before. And it's more like hearing, as in it's happened more than just that one time."

When I heard the voice for the first time a couple of days ago was also my first time back on a football field when Terra was giving the new girls a tour. I was able to brush it off a bit as just stress and delirium, but I heard it again the next day when I ran into the brooding adonis. We'd run into each other on my way to class and I heard a distinct voice that said the word "mate" again. It basically hummed it. As soon as I passed him I called my therapist's office and asked for an emergency session. Remembering it now still weirds me out.  

-- FLASHBACK -- 

First day of actual classes and I'm already late. I'm pretty anal about my academics so this was beyond annoying. My college career was almost over so I've definitely had my fair share of first days but this one was by far my least favorite. Not only was I already late but I started getting this weird feeling that I can only describe as anxiousness I guess. It felt like I was pacing in my head or something. It had to be because I was starting a new school so late in the game but just as it was growing to an unbearable level, as if I was itching inside, I bumped into the adonis from the field the other day. If I thought he was gorgeous from far away, he was beautiful up close. 

"You ran into me."

Okay so he was gorgeous and his body was deliciously solid but he may be a little dense. I guess no one can have it all. 

"Looks like it huh? I guess that's your way of saying you expect me to apologize. I'm too late to point out that you ran into me too, so sorry."

Mate. My mate.

"What did you say?" I asked the adonis even though I felt like the voice was a woman's. 

"I said you ran into me. But, I probably should've just said sorry. I'm sorry, you just startled me." 

"Well no one can have it all adonis, now can they?"

"I'm sorry, what? Did you call me Donnie?"

Ugh. I guess I did so that out loud. 

This day was only getting worse but at least that weird anxious feeling was gone. I just felt, warm, almost content. I'm sure I could stay here talking to him all day actually. Those gray eyes were even more inviting up close and personal. Just as I'm sure I was beginning to drool though, I snapped back to reality. 

"Umm, no. I said ... I don't know but I've gotta go. Bye!?"

When I took off, I could just hear him mumble. 

"Landon. The name's Landon."

"Well goodbye Landon!" I yelled over my shoulder.

As I ran the rest of the way to my class, I thought about the word I heard again, "mate." That was the same word I thought I heard on the field when I'd seen him before. And even though I'd asked him today if he'd said it, there was no way that he could've said it on the field that day and I would've been able to hear all the way from where I stood with the other cheerleaders. This voice was definitely coming from my head. I definitely need to call Dr. Roberts soon. I definitely needed a good therapy session and some wine.

-- FLASHBACK END -- 

"Approximately how many times would you say you've heard it? Was it just the one other time when you ran into Landon?"

"Yes."

"What do you feel when you hear the word? Does it illicit any particular emotion or response?"

"Umm, yea. I freak the heck out! That's kind of why I'm here Dr. Roberts."

"So is this word used in the context of a soul mate?"

"Again, that's why I'm here. I have no idea where it's even coming from, so how would I know the context it's in? Why is there even a voice in my head that could have a context outside of my own thoughts?!"

"So you don't feel connected to the voice then?"

Dr. Roberts had been extremely helpful when I was working through the trauma from Darren but right now, she was really starting to piss me off. 

"No. I do not feel connected to it."

"Okay. So I'm asking these questions because I would like to see if this is a buried subconscious, an inner feeling that you are too afraid to admit is your own thought maybe. It doesn't seem that you are directly connected, even if subconsciously, but I may often ask you a questions that you may feel are redundant in order to come to truth of what you feel both consciously and subconsciously."

"I do trust you Dr. Roberts. I'm sorry if I seem annoyed. It's just that this whole thing is making me feel nuts. I mean, the mate term seems very weird and like nothing I would say about someone. But I definitely called him Adonis to his face. Why the heck did I do that?!" 

Just as I was visually imagining the Greek goddess of a man in my head, I heard that stupid voice again. 

He's Mine.

"There it is! Dr. Roberts, I heard the voice again!"

"And what did you hear?"

"It said, he's mine."

"Hmmm, interesting. Okay Laya, I've worked with you for awhile now and I would like to say that you trust me."

"Of course I do but what does that have to do with me being schizophrenic?" 

"I have a hunch about what's going on but I need you to trust me. Even if you're skeptical, at least humor me. Yea?"

"Yeah. Go ahead Dr. Roberts. I trust you."

"Okay Laya. Could your mother have been a werewolf?"

I thought I was nuts before but with that question I realized that the entire world must be off it's rocker. Did she just ask me about a freaking werewolf?!