Nora
I don't know how long I was curled up in a ball on the floor of my bedroom. Jameson had walked out, leaving the door wide open ages ago. I could hear Jameson and Mason in the room beside mine as they played video games as if nothing had happened. I felt stupid for feeling like this. I should be celebrating not having to be mates with him, but the empty hole within me was gaping. The tears had stopped dripping down my face as I concentrated on steadying my breathing. I knew that being rejected by your mate hurt. In fact, I have heard that people actually died from the sheer devastation and pain of it. I definitely didn't feel like that. I wasn't sure if I was more embarrassed or hurt. Either way, it only made me more eager to leave this pack and find my own path. Far away from Jameson
