5. Scars of the Past

How idiotic can a fourteen year old be!? 

If that's your question, then my answer would be: not more than me, at least!

Because when I was fourteen, I really had my head filled with ideal stories of fairytale romances. I used to believe that I must be the luckiest girl in the world who has had everything since her birth- good friends, perfect family, and most importantly the most loving mate of the entire world!' 

When I had been in my pack, I really had no dreams apart from spending my whole life with Nate as his loving mate. However, I was not delusional to have fed myself all these things from my imagination; it was because we used to be a couple. I used to believe that we were truly made for each other, till the day I was brutally introduced to reality.

On his seventeenth birthday, Nate had rejected me as his mate. And I shouldn't be saying that he had simply rejected me, but he had brutally torn apart every dream of mine and snatched my self confidence. I still remember the disgusting look in his eyes and the way he had harassed me in front of the entire pack, to make me realise my place. 

According to him, whatever we had between us had just been for his fun, and he was never going to spend his whole life with a timid, cowardly and self-esteem-less girl like me... someone who didn't have any other identity without him and couldn't even properly present herself in front of anyone! 

And with these statements, my belief in love and the hope of finding a mate had also left my life, along with my will to live in the pack and the thought of being happy once again. 

This was how I had left the pack and had spent the last four years of my life, bruised with the scars on my heart, without knowing that I was going to get some on my face, too. 

'But after all this time, when I have finally managed to bring my life back on track to some extent…what the hell is going wrong with my destiny once again, that now I am getting to know that I might be the mate of the Alpha of the pack?!' 

Seeing the questions wrapped up in his gaze, I simply added, "I really don't have any interest in being a mate of anyone...and I am completely happy being just as I am." 

As I turned to leave, Paul stepped in my way. 

"I am the Alpha of the Apollo pack, young lady, and I shall not allow my mate to desert me like this. You will have to accept my proposal, because you don't just have a responsibility towards me, but Luna of this pack too. And I need the support of my Luna by my side." 

His words were commanding, but his eyes were pleading with mine, and it was almost getting too much for me. 

I found myself unable to say anything, when he stepped forward and placed a hand against my cheek, and locked his eyes in mine as he whispered, "Stay." 

My soul felt like it was torn in half as I stepped back from his touch. 

I was sure that if I stayed there- with his hand on my face, eyes boring into mine- any longer, I would concede. I would concede to the request of his eyes, and I definitely could not allow that. 

I yelled out, mostly at myself than him,

"No! No! I cannot... I cannot make any promises, I am not fit for any responsibilities…just, just let me go!" 

I turned and hurled my body towards the exit after roaring like a tigress hidden inside the body of a werewolf; just when I had become quite sure that my wolf would be dormant forever, I might have changed into other animals if it would have been possible. But right before I could leave, I stumbled against a little fluff ball-like thing in my path, reaching almost up to my knees. 

Getting completely confused, I looked down to find out exactly what I had encountered. I realised it was not me who had stumbled into something, but it was a small kid of approximately three years, who had barged into me. 

Seeing that adorable kid, I quickly bent down and picked him up in my arms to check if he was alright or not, and also to ask him exactly where he had arrived from. But he didn't wait for me to ask before he himself spoke up without any delay. 

"Hello! I am Andy, and I am three years old. I live here with my brother Paul, who are you?"

"Hello, Andy. I am Lexie, and I was here because of some work." 

I lied because of my inability to make a three year old understand the concept of mate, love, hate, disgust and much more; but I heard him speaking once again while he stretched his hands outwards, to touch my scars. 

"I like you, why don't you stay here with me? And these two lines on your face are so cool! I also want them-" 

"Shh! Don't say that." 

I stopped him before he completed his sentence, adding, "I am sorry, Andy but I really can't stay here. But don't you worry about it, I will leave my number with you, so that you can call me whenever you want." 

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