Being Rejected By Her Fated Mate

Damon’s POV

As I stood in place and watched her make a wish, I was surprised to find that she had gotten such a reaction from my wolf. That could only mean that she also indeed has a wolf.

Based on the gossip of how weak she was, I thought she was wolf less.

And now my mind was unable to stop thinking of her.

“Damon, I think she might be our mate. I can feel her wolf, and it makes me feel strong. Her scent is heady. She is ours, we have to act now.”

‘We do not have to do anything,’ I argued, ‘besides, it is possible that she is not our mate and she is just like any other girl. Besides, we do not have the time for a mate. We just lost our father, remember? We have to get to the bottom of that and also take charge of the pack.’

I knew that I was saying this only to convince myself.

She might have already loved my father already.

Also she couldn’t be happy if mated to me.

Dealing with the pack is now the priority for me. She would be a lonely Luna.

“Why can’t we do both?” My wolf argued, making me roll my eyes.

“Finding a mate has not – at least not historically – had any adverse effect on ruling. In fact, I find that it makes things a bit easier, knowing that when you come back home at night from ruling, there is someone to come back to. Besides, Zachary. I assure you that she is our mate. She can be your Luna.”

‘This is the least of my priorities, I assure you,’ I rebutted, already getting annoyed as the conversation dragged on. ‘I need to do something before I think of mates. I need to be a very powerful Alpha, so I can at least protect the pack members. Finding a mate is not my priority, and I don’t think it should ever be.’

“I guess you’re right,” my wolf agreed, finally seeing reasons. “And I don’t think that she is strong enough to be your Luna just yet. You need a Luna that is at least as strong as you.”

That could be part of the reason, but I felt like there was something else.

Maybe I just hate the idea of letting my mate wait for me to come back every night. Just like what my father used to do to his mate, my mother.

I didn’t want to say a lot about this, so I kept silent to my wolf.

Just as soon as I had come to that conclusion, the door of her room yanked open.

I stood there, transfixed as she opened the door with a wide smile on her face that dropped as soon as she came across my face.

It was with an annoyance that I continued to look at her as she tried to avoid eye-contact with me. Her face motioned into one of horror, which cemented something for me.

“What are you doing here?” I said, trying to be friendly.

I started the conversation to ease her a little bit.

It was this moment that I realized that I didn’t even know her name.

“Nothing, alpha. I think I have to go now.”

She said while looking down, as if she was not feeling our mate bond.

“Okay.”

Looking at her rushed to clean everything, I suddenly understood the situation.

I was surprised at how much it stung.

In her face, I could tell that she believed that I had been the one who had made my coronation possible, had killed my father in cold blood.

She believed in those ridiculous rumors.

Yet, even as we stood in front of each other, both of us wolves interacted and spoke without our input, having a long conversation that filled me with envy.

It was as though my wolf had not realized the great betrayal, or gotten even the most minute perception of how she saw us.

Filled with a rave that engulfed me so wholly, I rejected her.

I rejected her even before I could realize.

“You believe I am evil enough to have chosen to cause harm to my father. You believe I am a killer, is that right?” I said as if I went crazy.

“I knew you were like the others. You are nothing different from them. You, all of you, are too ignorant to even think about what the truth might be!” I said as if I had run out of anger in my lifetime.

“I would never ever let a wolf like you be my mate! Well, I reject you.”

With my body vibrating with anger, I severed the bonds that connected us as mates and moved back at the words of separation that ran through my entire body.

With a look of hurt, she stepped back and clutched her chest, and for a minute, I was taken aback to see that we shared the pain of separation.

It was confusing to see her hurt, because a part of me wanted to take away her hurt while the other was glad that she was experiencing at least a smidge of the hurt she had caused me to feel when she had rejected me that way.

Yet, the guilt from my actions lingered, and I looked at her helplessly as she shook her head as though in an attempt to get rid of her pain.

I felt my arms beginning to move forward, as though to shield her from the pain, and I felt an annoyance that I could feel pity for her when she has so little regard for me.

Still, I could not shake the urge, and I found myself walking forward to pull her into my arms in a way to ease the pain.

Even though I had attempted to server the ties, it seemed we were still connected, and everything that hurt her seemed to hurt me.

“What happened? Alpha Damon, why are you here? You seemed to be petrified by some kind of spell. Seriously, what happened to this maid? ”

As I walked forward, she was instead held into by the Beta, Timothy, and he pulled her against his chest as he frowned at me.

I looked around, and I realized that around us, other maids had gathered, and so I froze in place and watched them as they gathered around her and began to mutter.

It did not escape my notice that this was the second time that I was feeling shame in the last few days while being in her presence, and I chose not to comment on it.

I watched, transfixed as Beta Timothy called out, “where are her friends? I need someone to help me so we can look after her. She doesn’t seem strong enough to stand on her own right now.”

As soon as he said that, I watched as another maid was pushed out, as though regurgitated by the other maids.

“Devin will! Devin is her best friend, and she’s the only one that talks to her, so they are most probably friends with each other.”

The Devin in question looked around, and then crouched into the floor where the maid was crouched.

I swore that I saw her rolled her eyes. Shouldn’t she be her friend?

She and Beta Timothy were rubbing their palms over her arms, and suddenly, overtaken by shame and disgust, I wanted to hold my face into my arms.

I had made a decision without thinking of her, without any regard, but she has judged me, too. I should have thought that she could be hurt so badly because of being rejected.

With a flourish, I left her on the ground where she was sobbing. Her friend helped her to her feet.

But to our surprise, with a flurry that shocked everyone in attendance, she ran outside of the building, and towards the edge of the woods.