Chapter five
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Chapter 5
Bailey's POV
His eyes enlarged for a fraction of a second, then returned to their original size. Jared retrieved his hand with a sharp yank and said without looking at me; "I've changed my mind you leave tonight, there's no way I can stand you being in my pack longer than that."
My fingers remained midair as the horrifying suspicion cemented into fact.
He knew
But I clutched to a foolish hope harder than I had just done with his shirt.
It wasn't a hope to save us, there was no more us.
I…I just wanted to see if five years together meant anything to him.
"Then I'll reject you…" I said with his hand on the door of my cell.
He turned around, eyes falling into slits like he was threatening me without words.
For what I didn't know or care.
"I, Bailey, denounce the Grim hollow name and reclaim the name of the name of Willow reject you…"
"Stop!" He roared but I kept on.
"...I reject you Jared Grimhollow as my mate and Alpha,"
An intangible s***h of pain struck me across my center from my head downwards, I fell to my knees, my breathing shredded, struggling to stay focused, to stay present to his reaction, and there it was…
Nothing.
That was what I'd say if I didn't pick up on how his lips lightly quivered. The small but noticeable twitch of his legs.
He was experiencing it all too, the pain of our connecting string of fate being torn. But he was using his higher threshold of pain to look unbothered.
I wasn't expecting him to embrace me, it had been too long since I'd been in his embrace to remember it as anything but vague.
He stared at me, there was nothing in his eyes.
No love, no hate…just nothing.
Like I was no more than the gum stuck under his shoe,
He walked out, the door shut like an executioner's axe going down on the head of a love I thought would last forever.
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"Lady Hailey, there's something wrong with the car."
It was just one headache after another and never a moment of peace for me.
I had been banished, quietly under the guise of darkness. The silver chains were taken off long enough to heal some wounds.
Sadly nothing touched the ever widening ache in my chest, if anything it pulsed, growing wider overtaking anything else.
How could he have suffered this way and not even cared?
He did briefly, even flaring up but it was gone before it even settled, dissipating to nothingness.
Now I was being unenthusiastically escorted out of Grimhollow pack by two warrior wolves who seemed like they'd rather be doing anything else.
"What are we going to do now?"
I asked, looking at the stretch of woods around us, cloaked in the darkness of a dull moonlight.
"I'll run back to the pack," said the warrior at the driver seat, "it'll take a couple of hours but I'll be back with a new car."
Hearing that I wanted to bang my head against the head rest, there was no way this rickety bag of bolts was going to cover the miles to my home pack without breaking down. I knew it from the start.
All of this was meant to further burrow my humiliation.
The warrior left shifting into his wolf form. Not long after the warrior beside me mumbled something about relieving herself and stepped out too.
Minutes of loneliness stretched into hours-I checked on my wrist watch-and it decided to hit me across the face.
I'd been abandoned.
In the depths of the night on a stretch of road that seems to go on forever and nowhere, surrounded by words that whispered danger as a promise not a threat.
I looked at the ignition and the key had been pried out of it.
The intentionality of leaving me abandoned here made my blood run cold, did Jared order for this or had those warriors felt they were making personal justice for their Luna?
Sitting in the car wasn't an option I had to move, because desolate places like this didn't remain empty for long. Soon they would be crawling with the rejected ones called rogues.
I stepped out of the car and entered the woods where I would have coverage as I moved around, turning into my own wolf form.
After covering what felt like 3 miles my legs wobbled and my empty stomach begged for food finally unable to move anymore I nestled myself into some bushes keeping one eye open for unseen dangers.
Fatigue overwhelmed me and I ended up slipping out of my wolf form succumbing to slumber.
I was awakened by a steel tight grip.
"Ah!" I winced before my nostrils were slapped with the scent of decay, rust and dirt.
Rogues.
Four of them, all of them surrounding me. Their appearance looked rugged but oddly 'clean'
Their appearance deferring from the usual rogue wasn't my concern now. Gathering all the force in my hand to pull away worked but I was still surrounded and out numbered, weakened by several days of exposure to silver that had not fully left my system.
"Don't come any closer!" I said with bared teeth and glowing eyes, ready to strike.
"Do you think all of us?" One of them said, but his words came with a tremble of self doubt.
Even if I was in a weakened state my high rank blood scent must be filling their flaring nostrils.
All of us stood, frozen as if in stasis.
"What's going on here?" Came a masculine voice rippling through the tension.
And then that scent Burnt ceder, earth after rain and brandished steel all wrapped in a sheen of danger.
This…this couldn't be happening to me, not again, not hours apart since I rejected Jared.
But my whole being, my wolf, Straw going dormant jolting to life.
I tilted my head up to look at the new comer, eyes dark like a storm cloud, defined shoulders and muscles under a cloak.
His eyes looked into mine, recognizing what I was already denying, he pushed the other men aside like they were simply furniture in his way then met my eyes with those demanding coal spheres mouthing out the word that shattered my world all over again.
"Mate."
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