Rejected; Stalked by Second Mate

It can't be...

Revenna's POV

'MINE!'

Freya's low growl was enough to pause the environment around me, except for me. The deafeningly loud music was barely a whisper. The bright flickering lights that you can barely even see, were leisurely engulfing the room with a set of different colors before the darkness creeps in and takes over. The process repeats itself to mimic the club-like lights. The bodies of the people dancing around me seemed as if they were moving in slow motion, unaware of the moment I was captured in. My nose tingled with the smell of sandalwood as the world around me slowed down, almost coming to a complete standstill.

'No, Freya, it can't be him...' I told her, as I stared directly into a pair of equally terrified eyes. This set of eyes just so happens to belong to my best friend, Dylan. I've known him since childhood, and he came out as gay a few months back.

This is wrong.

The Moon Goddess had made a mistake.

I can see in his eyes how his expression changed. It started with happiness, because I made it to his party. Then it went over to surprise, when he caught the scent and started sniffing for the origin. It went to confusion, when he realised I was the smell he was looking for. Now he's actually unreadable, but I swear I saw just a hint of disappointment before he went completely stoic.

Well, it's safe to say that he is just as dumbfounded as I am.

Neither of us moved, as we just stared at each other for Goddess knows how long. I was able to make my limbs move enough to drag my hand through my under-cut-styled hair, pausing at the back where there was a shaved section to rub through the stubbly short hairs. I took in one hell of a breath as my hand retreated to its previous position, and closed my eyes for a split second. I reluctantly walked over to him, feeling like I literally had to drag myself over to him.

'Time to face this.' Freya muttered as I weaved my way through the ocean of bodies that had started to move again. The bright lights caused me to blink a few times to re-adjust to the speed of the flickering.

"So, this is probably the worst birthday ever, huh?" I tried jokingly asking Dylan as I approached his still figure with my hands in my back pockets. I was even able to pop my lip into half a smile.

He hadn't moved since he laid his eyes on me, like a few centuries ago.

"Rev..." He was unable to even form a sentence, yet I already knew what he wanted to say. How could I not? I've known him for so many years. I understand him. He just needed to give me a few words and I already knew what was on his mind. It's like I live in his mind sometimes.

He actually dropped his face and looked at my feet. Was he that disappointed to have me?

My shoulders dropped, and I took one hand out of my back pocket and placed it on his shoulder. I immediately felt the spark dancing on my palm and fingers, all the way up my arm. I noticed his sharp intake of breath and retracted my hand.

"Dill, it's okay. I know this is weird, and you were excited about finding your mate." I tried reassuring him. Or me?

"Can we go somewhere private to talk?" Dylan asked, lifting his gaze slightly to look at me through his eyebrows.

Before I can respond, he grabs my hand and literally hauls my ass away from the people and music that I completely forgot about. The sparks are even more intense with skin-to-skin contact. He navigates through everyone so easily to the other side of the room. We headed up the stairs, past even more people and took a sharp right to his room, which was the very last door at the end of the corridor.

'Why do I have a bad feeling about this?' Freya sounds... afraid.

'You and me both.' Not very positive, but I can't help it.

He opens the door and motions for me to go in first. He then unnecessarily slams the door behind him. Or maybe my senses are just hyper? Yes, my senses are just sensitive. That's all.

I stood in the middle of the room, staring at his bed, which was right in front of me. Yes, his bed is in the middle of his room, because he wanted to be different...

How many times have I fallen asleep in this bed watching Friends with him?

Why don't I feel something at this moment, thinking about how many times I wore his clothes, with his scent lingering on my skin afterwards?

I turned around to look at him again. He's just standing there. With his hands on his hips, looking to the side. He looks quite uncomfortable. We both just end up staring at the ground. It seems easier to avoid each other's gazing than to face what just happened. I might as well start counting the fibers of the carpet.

The room is silent and I start chewing on my bottom lip. Bad habit.

I hear him deeply inhale and exhale. Three times.

'No.' Freya and I both know this isn't going to be good. He only does that when he's about to make a tough call. I hate that I know him so well!

"I, Dylan Maycam, Beta of the Black Blood Pack, reject you, Revenna O'Neil, as my mate."

'Please don't...' Freya all but whispers as I feel her sadness take over.

He did it. He said the words that crushed my soul and broke my wolf. Freya is devasted, but I feel enraged somehow. I need to start taking deep breaths to control my emotions.

I slowly lift my gaze from the ground, and take in every fraction of an inch of his 5.9" length. From his favorite red and black sneakers, to his washed out blue jeans with a tear on the left knee, to his gentle muscular features of his torso visible underneath his white Jeep t-shirt. From his fingertips that have brushed away my tears, to his arms which have held me countless times, all the way over his pierced ears, and to his soft dark brown hair, which is as wild and untamed as always.

Lastly, I looked into his eyes. Those same beautiful green eyes I have loved for so many years.

The same eyes that have been able to calm my soul during one of my hardest moments.

I had always hoped he would be my mate, until he told me he was gay just before my birthday. I was happy that he was able to share it with me, yet sad that I knew I never stood a chance with him.

And now?

Now he is my mate, but he clearly doesn't want this. He doesn't want me.

Well, surprise, surprise, I'm not a little b**ch. I'm not going to let this stupid "mate bond" cr*p rule me.

I took a step forward, while keeping my eyes locked on his.

"I, Revenna O'Neil, accept your rejection." I practically spat at him with as much ice as possible, and with my head held high.

He may be my best friend, and I may love him. But he had better know that this isn't the end.

I didn't even wait for him to say anything else, before storming out of the room. I couldn't hold my tears any longer. I rushed out of the room, down the corridor and down the stairs. I had to forcefully push past the drunkenly dancing bodies. All of them were oblivious to the sadness consuming me. The more I shove people out of the way, the further away the door seems, although it's only a few feet.

Once I was outside on the patio, I immediately shifted midair as I jumped over the railing. I didn't even care that my new jeans and my favorite Nirvana t-shirt were now just ripped up pieces of material on the ground.

I let Freya run.

And run.