Rejected; Stalked by Second Mate

Enjoy and Remember

Revenna POV

Hours ticked by, yet I couldn't fall asleep. I didn't toss and turn either, I just lay there.

With my eyes closed.

Waiting.

Wondering.

Freya had retreated to the back of my mind, not even wanting to talk.

The room felt bigger.

Emptier.

Lonelier.

My thoughts drifted to Dylan. Right now, I really miss him. We had a unique relationship. We were the best of friends, and only ever brought out the good in each other, yet we also knew the worst versions of each other.

He pulled me back from a deep depression after my father was killed.

I helped him adjust to the busy schedule of a Beta.

We soothed and calmed each other.

We protected each other.

We were two halves of a whole.

We were mates.

We always acted like mates, and a bunch of people also said that we were destined to be mates. My mother always hoped that he would be my mate.

Until earlier in the year when he stumbled out of the closet.

I was surprised, but he was still my Dylan. He didn't change the way he acted around me. But he also didn't really show any interest in guys at all, which was strange for someone who's gay.

As I swam around in my thoughts and memories, I heard faint footsteps, growing louder with each pace, until they went past my door and I was eventually left with nothing but silence again.

The footsteps came back, but I ignored them. They were slower this time, more hesitant, and stopped right in front of my door. I refused to acknowledge his presence, and made sure to keep my breathing deep and steady, and my mind as calm as possible.

The sound that followed made my eyes shoot open, but I still did not want to let him know that I was awake and heard it.

*Click*

He locked my door.

That son of a b***h locked the door to the room I was staying in.

I had to focus hard on my breathing, and tuned in to his footsteps. When I couldn't hear them anymore, I focused my hearing. I heard a door close, then more footsteps. There was some shuffling, so he was probably getting into bed. I waited and listened for almost 30 minutes, when I finally heard soft snores echo through my ear canals.

*Took him long enough.* She helped to fine-tune my hearing, so she's definitely awake for this s**t.

I got out of bed as quietly as possible, instead of walking over to the door, I placed my hands at my sides with my fingers extended outward, and the whiteness already consuming my eyes.

"Flotter," I all but whispered the words, and started hovering in the air. I pointed my fingers forwards, and bent them down with my palms facing backwards, which caused me to hover forward towards the door.

Still hovering in the air, I wrapped my hand around the handle on the door, and ever so slightly pushed it down, until it couldn't go further. I gently pulled the door towards my body, but it stopped, barely having moved even a few millimeters. I tried pushing the door to the other side, and got the same results.

Locked.

I abruptly let go of the handle and fell to the ground, cursing. I jump up and stomp over to the bed, properly infuriated.

I am not some princess he can lock up in his dumb castle.

I will break down that door.

I will crash through that window.

I will disintegrate every damn brick and stone of this place.

*Revenna, please breathe,* Freya's voice was so soft and gentle. I took a deep breath, and realized that I was hovering again. This time my eyes were completely black and I was in the middle of the room, with a smallish tornado spinning underneath me.

I was so shocked at what I did, and the tornado suddenly disappeared, causing me to crash to the ground.

I didn't move, waiting for Daniel to burst into the room to inspect the source of the noise, yet he never came.

Hot liquid started to accumulate in my eyes. I closed my eyes, allowing the tears to break free and roll into my hair. I bit back sobs, but I let the tears stream freely.

FLASHBACK

Tears soaked the pillow I was supposed to sleep on. Dylan was sleeping so peacefully next to me, unaware of the sadness washing over me. Unaware of the guilt caging my heart.

I blinked multiple times, but the tears just kept rolling.

I let a sob slip out of my lips, and Dylan immediately sat up and looked straight at me.

Without saying a word, he scooped me up, placed me on his lap, and pressed my head to his shoulder, gently swaying back and forth.

" Let it out, Rev," came his sweet tone, which willed my sobs to leave my body, and somehow caused more tears to burst from my eyes.

I cried like never before. Dylan's t-shirt was more soaked than my pillow, but he didn't move, or complain.

My sobs finally stopped and my tears dried up. Dylan was rubbing circles on my back, and when he heard no sounds coming from me, he pulled back to look at me, yet I refused to look at him.

He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently nudged my face towards his.

His green eyes flicked between mine.

"Can I get you a dry pillow?" He asked in such a serious tone, and I let a giggle slip out.

"Can you be my pillow?" I whispered back at him, not really sure what I meant by that.

I felt his body tense, but he tried to hide it by removing his drenched shirt.

"Can't have you sleeping on a wet pillow right," he stated non-chalantly.

Acting on impulse, I moved forward and pressed my lips to his, lingering for a few moments.

When I felt him freeze, I pulled back. His hand around my waist kept me in place so I could't scurry away. His other hand cupped my cheek and brought my face back to his. This time he kissed me and I stared at him, before my eyes fluttered closed.

When he felt my lips press back against his, he pulled me harder against him.

Without breaking contact, I shifted to straddle him, and his hands moved to my hips, gripping slightly. I let my tongue slide over his bottom lip, and he responded by opening his mouth for me. My hands were on both sides of his face, as we explored each other's mouths, and he laid back, with me on top of him.

Our tongues danced together as his hands slid to my backside and squeezed.

He then traced his hands back up to my hips, then further up my sides, and slid around my waist again, hugging me tightly to him.

We both pulled away from each other, gasping for air, and staring deep into each other's souls.

"Dyl, I.. I'm so sorry," regret crashes down on me, I place my hands on his chest and try to pull away from him, but he tightens his hold, like a python trying to squeeze the life from it's prey.

"Never. Never apologize for doing that again," he had a deep husk in his voice, which was definitely laced with lust. He kissed my nose, then rolled over to the side, with me now on my side as well, staring at him, while resting my head on his arm.

He gave me another kiss on the forehead, and played with my short hair.

"Close your eyes and try to sleep. And please, enjoy and remember every second of what just happened." With his words lingering in the air, my eyes felt heavy and I was finally able to welcome sleep, while snuggling deeper into him.

END OF FLASHBACK

The peaceful memory helped me to calm down, but it also had another effect on my witch.

Unknowingly, my body lifted from the ground and drifted over to the bed. It felt like I was being laid down gently, but there was no one there. I took a pillow and placed it vertically beside me, then pulled the covers up to my shoulders, and snuggled into the pillow, thinking of Dylan, and the moment he asked me to always to remember and enjoy.

Before I knew it, I was able to welcome the darkness, and drifted into a peaceful sleep, while one last tear slipped from my eye and landed on the pillow.