Rejected; Stalked by Second Mate

Really, black?

Revenna's POV

I opened the door very slightly, afraid that it might squeak, but to my surprise, it didn't make a sound. After checking the hall to make sure the coast was clear, I stepped out completely. I looked around again to make sure Daniel doesn't just pop up again. I focus my hearing. Silence.

"Révéler un chemin." (reveal a path), I chanted with my all-white eyes focused on the ground. A path lights up to my right, making it look like the floor is sprinkled with pixie dust.

'Show off. You know you could have smelled out the way to the kitchen, right?'

Freya always complains when I use my powers more than my instincts. I can't help it, I always use magic when I'm alone, since no one in the pack knows of my lineage.

'Sorry Frey, I need the practice. I feel a bit rusty.' I whine back at her.

I follow my trail down the hall and take the chance to familiarise myself with the place. I notice that there are no other doors this way. There aren't any ornaments or pictures either, it's so empty. And dark. There's minimal light to illuminate the place, yet the carpet and walls are a dark color. The walls are painted black, and the carpet is, well, also black. Everything's just black.

'Aww my Danny-boy's all alone.' Freya muttered as I rolled my eyes at her.

A lot of the things in the room I was in were also black. Jeez, this guy has a serious obsession with the color black.

I reach a spiral staircase at the very end of the hall and start descending. The steps are quite far away from each other so I brace myself on the railing just in case. As I make my way down I sniff the air for any trace of sandalwood, yet there's nothing. I step off the final step onto cold (obviously black) tiles. I didn't think about looking for shoes or even a pair of socks.

'What is with this guy and the color black?' I say more to myself than Freya, but she always has to say something.

'Well, I like it!' Of course she does...

I look around and see that I'm in the living room, which actually has deep red furniture. There's a TV against the farthest wall with speakers hanging around it. To the right is a dining room with a small table and only 2 chairs. There are a few lights hanging at different lengths above the table. I turn a full 180 on my heel and follow the trail away from the living room, past a large safe door on the left, and swallow my curiosity.

I would love to know what goes on behind that door, but I'm hungry, so, later.

I made my way into the kitchen and found the kettle on the island. His kitchen is very minimalistic and a comfortable size. I also noticed that he doesn't have curtains anywhere and all the windows are floor to ceiling. The first thing I saw was the window, and that the sun was about to set.

I put the kettle on and easily found everything I needed in Daniel's all-black kitchen... Seriously.

'Quite whining would ya.' Freya's extra touchy. The bath was supposed to help both of us feel better, yet we both seemed on edge.

I sat cross-legged on the far end of the island and stared out the window at the sunset. I was never one to stay off of kitchen counters. They were comfier than chairs for me.

The orange colors strewn across the surfaces of the kitchen look so enticing and inviting. And familiar. And ...

FLASHBACK

"Revenna." I feel his breath on my face as he whispers my name in a low growl.

I couldn't look him in the eye, so he placed his forefinger under my chin and lifted my head so I'd face him.

I closed my eyes, but not before another tear broke free from my eye and escaped down my face, only to gather with the rest at the bottom of my chin. Dylan kissed my forehead ever so softly and drew me into a warm embrace. My face was buried in his chest as he held me, and I clung to him.

I couldn't keep my sobs back and my emotions were making my magic spike. Everything in the living room was floating around in a giant circle, with us in the middle of it. He continued to rub my back as I wetted his shirt with my sadness.

As my crying intensified, the furniture started spinning faster. The curtains were up in the air, trying to escape from their railings to join in on the chaos.

I pulled back a bit and stared into Dylan's eyes. His eyes always brought me comfort. It was quite a sight to see his green eyes set back against the orange glow of the sunset cast against his face. The orange light did a dance across his features as the curtains fluttered, and the furniture kept spinning.

The furniture started to spin slower and slower as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, still holding onto Dylan for dear life. Each piece of furniture obediently returned to their previous locations, as if nothing had happened. As if my world hadn't just been shattered.

"Rev, how did you do that without chanting?" I heard the awe in Dylan's voice, and realised that I didn't chant anything, I just focused.

"M..m...my mom t...t...told m ...me... " Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

"My mom once told me that I should always control my emotions, because it can fuel my magic, but not in a good way. And if I focus hard enough, I can do magic without chanting, but I'm not good at it yet, I get distracted too easily, so it's better if I chant." I was able to get out in one breath.

"That was incredible, Rev, I've never seen you do something like that."

I know he's trying to comfort me, but what can console the pain caused by the loss of a parent?

"He's really gone." I stated while scrunching my face as fresh tears streamed down my cheeks, and my voice broke.

'He's gone...' Freya too feels saddened and broken.

END OF FLASHBACK

'He really was always there, huh?' Freya broke the silence, which made me realize I was crying again.

"That's why I can't just let him go. He was my best friend above everything else. He was always there."

I stared down at my mug and started tracing the rim with my middle finger, like Dylan does when he's lost in thought.

"How can I be here, getting aroused by a total stranger, when he's probably devastated about what happened?"

He's been waiting for his mate for so long. He always talked about what he imagined his life would be like when he meets his mate, and what he would do with his mate. We had a few moments where we kissed, and it was blissful. But we never took anything further, because he wanted to wait for his mate, which I understood. Our interactions never intervened with our friendship.

When he stumbled out of the closet, I was shocked, mostly because I never thought he could be gay. At first, I thought our kisses were just so people would think he was straight, but he reassured me that he always kissed me because he wanted to, and he enjoyed it.

I thought that our friendship would change, but honestly, almost nothing changed. He was still the same person. I don't know why people acted differently towards him, because his personality was still the same. He was still Dylan Maycam, Beta of the Black Blood Pack.

'I miss him Rev.' Freya sounded so sad. Like she also thought of his wolf's feelings, and not just her own.

"Just a few days, then we can go back. Let's just get better first."

Unknown POV

"I miss him, Rev."

"Just a few days, then we can go back. Let's get better first."

Just a few days?

I don't think so.