The Rejected One

Building Purpose

Julian's  POV

Seeing my Mate be so vulnerable made me and my wolf sad. I know that what my mom said and how she treated her wasn't what she was used to. One of the many powers of a luna was the ability to get into the pack's heart and bring out their pain. They had the ability to soothe the emotional and mental pain any pack member is or has been going through. they were the epitome of motherhood.

My mate didn't really have anyone to cry to and I doubt she was ever able to cry out of fear she would get beaten and chained for it. That thought alone made me want to help her with her emotions and make sure every day that she was happy mentally. I didn't want her to ever feel negative emotions ever again she would be happy if it was the last thing I do. 

By the end of her sobbing fit, she passed out in my mom's arms. she looked so peaceful and I didn't want to wake her up to get her upstairs. So I slowly scooped her out of my mom's arms and carried her bridal style up the grand staircase. I walked four flights of stairs holding my mate which should have been hard but my mate was so underweight.

She felt as light as a feather as I brought her to my room. I know that if she was awake she would reject my offer for my room but I also remembered what the doctors said. that she would heal faster with me by her side. It was a matter of the heart and I knew the only option was to put her in her own room.

"Mom, can you make up a spare room for me ?"I mind linked my mom awaiting her reply.

"why do I need to do that shouldn't she share a room with you?" she asks and her often soft voice.

"Yes, but at the same time I don't want to do anything that would make her uncomfortable. She doesn't trust me yet and I don't think that She would appreciate waking up to me half naked beside her."  I explained to my mom and I heard an audible sigh come from my mom's side of the link.

"Okay I will have it done in ten," My mom said as she cut the link. I then made myself busy getting my mate comfortable as I set her on my king-sized bed. I wasn't about to change by myself so I called my sister up to my room through my link. I wanted to make sure That my mate knew she could trust me even when she was asleep.

My sister made it up to my room and she gave me a look like she was hiding things from me but it was too late at night to question her about anything. I just needed help changing Neveah so she could sleep. 

" can you help me change her?" I asked with a feeling of shyness seeping in my tone as a blush burned in my cheeks.

"Yes. But why can't you do it your her mate?" she complained

"yes but I'm a guy and I don't think Neveah would be all that comfortable with me doing it," I explained to her and she seemed to understand. I went to my walk-in closet and gabbed the smallest shirt I could find. It would still be big on her considering how bone like she was.

Isabella's POV

Finding out that the girl I used to bully in school was my brother's mate I felt like complete s**t. He asked me to come and help change her so she would be comfortable sleeping. He went to his closet to get her one of his t-shirts as I began stripping her of her clothes. The sight that I was greeted with made me sick to my stomach.

She was so skinny that she was flesh and bone. she had no fat on her and I could see her ribs. I wanted to cry for this girl and I wanted to chain myself in a cell for how I treated her. What had this girl been through at home? What had I done to make it better? I had bullied her to no end at school and made her life worse. Clearly, she was abused at home and it was obvious that she wasn't fed that much.

While I continued to strip her My brother came in with a shirt that would be oversized on her. But it would have his scent on it. It would help her wolf to have his scent around her. I wonder what her wolf looked like? From what I heard she shifted way before she was supposed to but no one had ever seen her wolf apart from my mom and dad and her parents and the gammas and the deltas.  Outside of their circle, no one got to see it not even me. I could sense a powerful aura under her shy abused exterior and it kind of scared me.

What scared me more was the fact that she was going to my sister in law and I knew that she was scared of me and that didn't help at all. I knew that I wouldn't have a chance in hell at gaining her forgiveness after all the things I did to her at school.  I guess what they say is true, you never know what another person is going through so you should always show kindness. I guess it's too late.

I remember her being very quiet in school and trying her best to stay away from people. I remember the way she would creep around the corner to make make sure there wasn't any danger. She would always wear a lot of makeup and now I know that it was to hide the bruises. I now know that she was getting abused at home but I didn't know it was that bad.

I slipped my brother's t-shirt over her head and carefully guided her bony arms into the armholes of the shirt. She looked so fragile in this state and I wanted to cry. Why couldn't I had been nicer to her? How could I have acted like that? Why did I have to act like I was better than her? Why didn't I recognize the signs of abuse? these questions would haunt me for the rest of my life. 

After I was done helping my brother change his mate he picked her up bridal style and I pulled back his sheets. He carefully set her down and tucked her in and placed a kiss on her forehead. He looked at peace the way he looked at her. He and I had a lot of making up to do when it came to Neveah But I doubt she will ever come to trust me ever.

I was there when my brother came out of the woods holding her almost dead body. I was there when he rushed her to the hospital. He stopped for no one as I fell behind and so I just went home. I was the one to tell mom and dad about Neveah. I could still remember the looks of shock on their faces. No one knew that she would try and kill herself. 

But now that I see her and after I heard about my brother's rejection I kind of understood why. She truly had no one on her side never had love. Never had a single friend to go to for protection. She was alone in the world and the pack didn't make her feel like family when we should have. We were the true monsters in her story and I was one of the main characters.

I rushed out of my brother's room and ran to mine unable to hold in my tears. I sat on my bed and just cried. I only stopped crying when I heard the footsteps of my brother pass by the door. I was a s**t she-wolf and I knew that I needed to make it up to her. get her to trust me even though I knew she wasn't stupid. She would probably think I was friending her to lure her into a trap. I would have to make sure I was as genuine as possible. I would not give her any more reason to fear me.