There was a pause in the atmosphere at my utterance. It was as if no one expected me to speak out.
Axel gawked at me, and for a slight second I thought I saw a hint of hurt in his gaze before it quickly disappeared.
“Ehm” he cleared his throat, breaking his silence.
"I reject your rejection, Violet" Axel said, rising from his chair, his frame towering over me.
I blinked. For a second, I thought I’d misheard him. “What?”
“You heard me,” he reiterated, stepping closer. “I reject your rejection.”
My stomach turned. My hands curled into fists at my sides. I could feel the heat crawling up my throat, the familiar burn of frustration and pain.
Could he do that? If he could easily claim me and I couldn't get rid of the mate mark how could he counter my rejection?
“You can’t just—” I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “The whole theory of lycanthropy is one big joke.”
My voice broke as I continued, “Your people don’t want me, Axel, and let’s not pretend you do either. So why am
