Rejected by Fated Mate

Chapter 3

One Night Stand

Emery's POV:

I arrived at the bar, the flashing lights worsening my already blurry eyesight. I hurriedly took a seat, asking the bartender for a shot of vodka.

I drowned it, wincing strongly, and put the shot cup in front of me for another round. I had no intention of stopping; I wasn't going to.I was seeking a solution to ease the pain and humiliation swiftly, craving a quick escape from the distress, and alcohol seemed like the necessary remedy.

"Stop it," a hoarse voice, pleasant to my ears even in my state, said authoritatively. "You can't tell me what to do," I replied drowsily, my words slurring in my mouth.

A hand reached out, snatching the drink I held. It spilled clumsily, and he gestured to the bartender to clean it up.

"Who hurt you? You look a mess!" he said. I recognized him; he had also had a fair share of drinks, sitting opposite me at the bar.

"Your type hurts me!" Everything was not okay anymore. He held me from behind, and I could see two people not far from him, focused on him.

I was so drunk now, i felt really dizzy and sick, but I'd rather deal with that than the hurt of being rejected, knowing I had to stick around for another year.

"Let me help you to the restroom," he said, and I leaned heavily on him as he escorted me. I threw up heavily in the sink, and he held my heavy hair from behind to avoid it falling into the sink full of the barf.

After I was done, I washed my mouth and my face with running water. I turned to him; I could see his face completely now, and moon goddess! He was handsome with carved features. My head was still spinning from the drinking, and I could see he was slightly tipsy too.

I fell into his arms, and our eyes locked for a moment. In a brief moment, as we felt the heat of longing for each other, we were all over ourselves. In that bathroom, everything went down and over.

I woke up the next morning, resting my head on the table at the bar. I could remember only figments of last night, but I remembered clearly that I had a one night stand with someone whose face I wasn't sure I would recall now. I looked around for my purse, and I saw it lying below the table.

I picked it up, and with hurried steps, I made my way home.

As I went home, I realized that my life was about to be the same old way. The same mockeries, the same old duties; everything was going to be less than satisfactory.

I went back, and I could see everyone taunting me with their looks, and I knew very well that side talks would be flying around. But I didn't care. I was going to mind my own business and face the bullying. Being stubborn had taught me a serious lesson, and I told myself I wasn't going to maintain that stubbornness due to what it had cost me. I was going to calm down and go with whatever was going on in this place till I could find my way out.

One day, as I went about my daily routine, it struck me as I realized I had been eating more than usual. I clearly remembered a day when I went back for a second serving, but the Maiden in charge of the dining that day refused to give me the other serving I wanted. Instead, she asked me to go back and clean my plates with my tongue. It frustrated me, although I went with it because I was avoiding trouble.

The Alpha of my Pack kept using me as an example to talk to other maidens. I felt like a disgrace and shame. I went to the mating ceremony looking homeless, and my mate rejected me, choosing my cousin over me. In the presence of elders, I fought, causing a scene.

I felt like I was good for nothing, and whenever they started talking about me, I bowed my head. Many of my privileges had already been taken away, and I ended up feeling even worse than when I started, as no one even wanted to talk to me.

I fell really sick from overthinking, and it seemed like nobody cared about me or even knew that I was sick. I had to go to the bay because the sickness got worse. It didn't seem that was the case. The family physician only came once a day to give me my medication, and even in my weakened state, I had to walk to the dining area to get my meals. It was really stressful and frustrating, and I wished there was someone at this point that could take care of me. I wish I was mated on that day. My mate wouldn't have forsaken me like this.

The next morning, as I woke up, I realized I couldn't even stand. The maidens around me bustled about their daily activities until one of them realized that I had been lying at that spot till evening.

She immediately raised an alarm, and the family physician took me in, and started running a couple of tests on me. They wanted to know exactly what was happening because they had assumed that it was a normal breakdown illness.

When I awoke later, the physician told me that the Alpha had summoned me. I was surprised and still dizzy and weak from the medications I escorted to his quarters.

"Emery," he called my name in a strict tone. "Do you realize that you have failed this pack completely?" he asked.

I didn't know what to make of this. What had I done again this time?

"You are pregnant, Emery," he said simply, and my world revolved, and I couldn't see anything anymore...pregnant with a child