Twice Rejected, So What?

Episode 6

Tracy's POV

The world around me seemed to fade away whenever I was reading a novel. Feeling utterly at peace, I took slow steady steps, my eyes glued to the pages as the words pulled me into a different world.

I was just about turning to the next page when a hand grabbed and pulled me from behind so fast that my book nearly flew out of my hands.

“What–” the words had barely left my lips, when a pair of unyielding hands wrapped around me, and I stiffened. But relaxed almost immediately when the intoxicating scent of saffron and vetiver wafted into my nose.

“Mate!” Amaris stirred happily in my mind, as sparks that left me dazed shot through my body.

“Mine!” he growled possessively, and I felt myself leaning into his embrace, and everything felt right, like in his arms was where I was meant to be.

I pulled back a bit to get a view of the one that seemed to make all my worries fade away…then my eyes landed on those pairs of brown eyes, snapping me out of whatever dazed state I was in seconds ago.

Pow! My hand landed on his cheeks out of pure reflex.

“Get away from me!” I pushed him, and took a few steps backwards.

He stared at me with wide eyes, as he held his cheeks. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked, confusion and something else I couldn't quite put a name on etched on his face.

“Hurt,” Amaris muttered.

“Yeah right,” I retorted. “There's no way I'm falling for that. Just two weeks ago he said he didn't want me, and right now he was acting like I was the air he needed to stay alive?”

“Maybe he's come to realize that we're meant to be,” Amaris said, but I knew she was speaking out of pure animal instincts.

“His girlfriend probably dumped him and he's trying to do damage control or whatever, but I'm definitely not going to be anyone's second option. I wasn't Maxwell's, and I'm sure as hell not going to be his, because he is a Lycan.”

“I'm sorry if I–”

“Don't!” I snapped, and raised my hand in the air as he tried to hold me, and I took a step backwards. “I don't want your apology, not now, not ever.”

He parted his lips to say something, but I beat him to it.

“You don't get to do this.“

“Do what?” He feigned ignorance, which only fueled my irritation.

“Do this!” I snapped frustratedly. “Stop acting like I mean anything to you. I know you don't want me as your mate!”

“What?” His jaw dropped slightly, and the sight of him looking hurt almost made me consider taking back my words. “Why would I do that?” He took a step forward and I took two steps back.

“You're hurting, mate,” Amaris whined. “And he's not–”

“Three weeks.”

“Huh?” he furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Just give me three weeks,” I said, ignoring the hurt in his eyes and Amaris' whining. “I just need three weeks, okay?” my voice cracked slightly, as tears welled up in my eyes. “Three weeks, and then I'll come find you, and accept your rejection.”

I turned on my heel immediately, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

“Don't follow me!” I yelled over my shoulder, and ran, not caring where my feet took me.

Tears blurred my vision as I ran, and Amaris screaming in my head to go back to him and hear him out only fueled my misery.

“Enough, Amaris!” I yelled through the mindlink, as I arrived in front of the only place that could give me a little solace, my home. “We’ve had enough heartache in just two weeks, and I'm tired, okay?”

“But Tracy–”

“Please, just stop!” I yelled out in frustration, making Amaris whimper and retreat to the back of my mind. “His decision was very clear, the least we can do is accept our fate with at least an ounce of dignity.”

The front door opened and Killian stepped out. I quickly wiped my tear stained face with the back of my hands.

“Tracy are you okay?” he asked softly, his big blue eyes searching my face for clues.

“Yes I'm fine,” I cleared my throat, and forced a smile. “Just need a moment to myself,” I ruffled his hair gently as I passed him by the door, before going up to my room.

I collapsed onto the bed, and buried my face into my pillow. “Why does it hurt so bad,” I muttered into the pillow, fresh tears spilling out of my eyes.

Despite my heart feeling like it was being ripped apart piece by piece, the memory of him saying mine gave me goosebumps. The sheer possessiveness alone made me weak in the knees, and the warmth of his embrace kept playing in my mind.

Gosh! I hate him! But I hated myself more. For caring, and letting him worm his way into my heart and thoughts. I'd be the biggest liar if I said I hadn't thought about him for the last two weeks—thoughts of what would be, and our future together.

But–

I took a deep breath. “He doesn't want you, Tracy,” I murmured to myself over and over again, hoping to drill it into my head, and mostly my heart that he doesn't want me. But even if my brain was trying to accept it, my treacherous heart just wouldn't.

The sound of my room door swinging open snapped me out of my reverie. I removed the pillow from my face and my eyes landed on my mum.

“Tracy what have you done?” She asked.

I stared at her blankly, not knowing what to say in response.

“Why is a Lycan looking for you?”