His Rogue Luna

Band-Aids Don't Fix Bullet Holes

Aiden's POV

The second I saw her I felt guilty. She may have tried to run, but I had done this to her. She had bruises lining her stomach. Even though she was sleeping, the doctors told me she was wincing from the pain. She had been brought into the pack hospital a week ago.

She was rarely awake, and she hadn't said a word since. All she had done was slit her wrists, and try a few other suicide attempts. She had to be moved to a modified prison cell where she couldn't even potentially harm herself. I couldn't risk not having a mate or my pack not having a Luna, even though I had treated her like s**t.

The doctors had told her repeatedly that me being near her would help, but I couldn't. Instead, I had sent practically everyone else in there, just trying to get a response from her, but all she did was sob quietly. When they came out, they were all stunned. I don't think any of them had seen a rogue cry before.

I wouldn't have done it if I had known she would be hurt. Which was how I ended up in my office being scolded by my Beta and Gamma. I was pretty sure they didn't even like her that much considering she had beat them up, badly. Seth (A/N I'm pretty sure I hadn't told you yet, but that's the Gamma's name) had bruising almost as bad as Emma. Yet they were scolding me about what I had done. That must tell you how severe her condition was.

Apparently, she wasn't actually in control, it was her wolf. I don't even know her wolf's name. That must prove how much of a s**t mate I am. I haven't even gone to visit her since she had been moved to the cell. I don't think I could look her in the eyes without crying, and Alpha's don't cry. But then again, I'm a s**t Alpha too.

My Gamma handed me something to drink. Bourbon I think. I took it immediately. I needed something to calm my nerves. It took a lot for werewolves to get drunk, but I was willing to rob a f*****g bar if that would've helped. My vision started to blur. My words started to slur. The glass fell to the floor with a light thud, and then I passed out.

When I woke up, I was somewhere unfamiliar, but I sniffed the air, and somehow it smelled like home. Those assholes must have roofied me. My wolf, who I hadn't had any contact with since that night with Brittney, started yelling, no screaming, "MATE!"

I gulped loudly.

I was scared of what she would do if she saw me. And while I was thinking these thoughts, I was tackled to the ground by a she-wolf. I felt tingles, so I knew it was Emma. But then again, who else would it be? She was trapped in a cell. I just laid there, not going to fight her or defend myself if she was angry or wanted to kill me.

But instead of hurting me I was pulled into a hug. I think I heard something close to a purr. What the f**k?

"I knew you'd come for me! I knew you cared!" Her wolf was in control. This wasn't Emma I was talking to. s**t. s**t. s**t. I gulped even louder.

"What?" I didn't recognize my voice, it was unsure, very un-Alpha like.

"I knew that some witch was just messing with my head, you would never hurt me. You wouldn't right?"

She was talking about the pain, the cheating. I was always told never to cheat on my mate. I was never told the consequences because most people didn't know. People just didn't cheat on their mates, unless you're a stupid asshole, like me.

I couldn't find my voice. If I said no, she might know that I was lying, so I decided to tell her the truth. I didn't know it at the time, but it was the worst possible option.

"No. I didn't mean to hurt you though. I wouldn't have done anything if I had known."

Her expression was painful to look at. A mixture of pain and anger. I looked away.

Emma's POV

I finally had control of my body. It was like watching TV. Except TV doesn't usually make you feel like your heart is being ripped out. I was able to watch everything that happened without being able to do anything. I felt powerless, but how I was feeling right now was so much worse. I couldn't even depend on my own mate.

I knew what I had to do. I just had to say a prayer to the Moon Goddess so that I would be strong enough to get over it. I mean rejecting her plan for your life, your other half, is enough to drive a normal pack wolf to suicide. But I'm a rogue, that was even worse, that usually meant they didn't have anyone else. That I didn't have anyone else.

I fixed my posture and made my face neutral. He had a confused look on his face. Then, the confusion morphed into shock. I think he knew what I was about to do. Good, I hope it hurt too. Just as much or more than he hurt me.

"Emma, please, I said I was sorry. I am."

"Didn't your mother ever tell you, sorry doesn't cut it, just like band-aids don't fix bullet holes. So f**k you."

He grabbed me, and I felt tingles go up my arms. I started to thrash around trying to get out of his grip. As much as my wolf wanted him, I didn't and I wouldn't give in.

"Let me go, dammit", I practically screamed at him.

"No. You're mine", he whispered huskily, sending shivers down my spine as I relaxed into him. I jumped suddenly scared that if I didn't then I would never want to go. I knew what I had to do.

"I, Emma Germain, reject you, Aiden Douglas, as my mate."

I sent him a pitiful look as he fell to the floor, through the mate bond I knew he was in pain. "I'm sorry", I whispered before running as far away from him as possible.