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Aprils pov

The second I reached my car, I got in and started driving really fast.

I need to get out of here.

Everything had happened so fast. Why, oh why, did the moon goddess bless me with Jake as a mate? I mean, why Jake, of all werewolves?

He was one of my biggest bullies growing up, and he was quite the jerk and still is.

 He hated me, and of course, he would reject me. That was not a surprise, but that didn’t help fill the void that had been created when the mate bond shattered.

Our wolf part, in this case, Snow, feels it more profoundly, like 10000x worse, because that’s her one true mate. I felt her pain when he rejected us, but she had not uttered a word. I get it, though. She needs the space to help her through the shock and hurt.

This has got to be some sort of cruel joke on the moon Goddesses part. I was not really her biggest fan right now.

I try to run away from everything, but the pain I feel is too much, and I cannot help the thoughts running through my mind.

Am I not enough? What did I do wrong? Am I not good enough to be a Luna? Was I not worthy enough to have a soul mate?

All my hopes of finding a mate and having a happily ever after died in that hallway. Fuck the positivity that I had earlier; I should have stuck to being negative. At least in that way, I would not have felt so disappointed and hurt by how things have turned out.

The tears start rolling on their own, making it hard for me to see the road.

I wiped away some of the tears, but they were being replaced rapidly. I wanted to stop the car and just breathe first and calm down before proceeding home, but when I rolled my windows down to let some fresh air into the car, I noticed a car that had stopped as soon as I had stopped. Was I being followed? Or was I just being overly suspicious?

There was only one way to find out.

I took the time I needed to calm down, which probably took several minutes. Then I start the car back up again and start driving slowly, closely monitoring the other car’s movements. To no surprise, the other vehicle starts up, too, and starts following me from a distance. Shit! I’m so fucked right now.

I wonder who they are and what they want from me. It’s most likely an enemy because I don’t have friends here or anywhere, for that matter, and they have not approached me for a talk.

My thoughts are all focused on the car, temporarily distracting me from my aching heart.

I look ahead so as not to hit anything, and suddenly, I feel a force pushing the car forward. I hit the steering wheel, but darkness envelopes me before I can make out what is happening to me.

I wake up to a pounding headache. It feels like I’m being hit by a hammer repeatedly.

It hurts to open my eyes, but I have to. The darkness is too depressing. I open my eyes, and the bright light almost blinds me. It takes a couple of seconds before my eyes adjust to the light, and that’s when I realize I am in a familiar room, not just any room but MY room.

I see a figure sleeping on the couch next to the bed, and somehow, I already know who it is.

“Mom?” I sit up and call out to her, my voice sounding hoarse.

She stirs slightly.

“Mom? “I call out again.

“Oh my Goddess April, Are you okay?” She asks, rushing to my side.

“What happened mom?” I ask.

“I wanted to go out for grocery shopping when I saw your car but what surprised me was the fact that it appeared as though you were being followed because the black car was going at your pace and had every chance to overtake you and yet he/she didn’t. Then suddenly the black car hits you and you lose control of the car and hit a tree, I dropped everything that I was carrying and ran towards your car. I tried to find out who was driving that car but all the windows were tinted and the car had no number plate and they quickly sped away when they saw me rushing to you. I carried you inside the house and proceeded to call the pack doctor. She came ten minutes later and said you might suffer from a concussion because you hit your head pretty hard and now here we are.” She says quickly.

That explains the major headache I am suffering from.

“Tell me where it hurts, baby,” she says as she tucks a hair behind my ear and holds my cheek as a gesture of comfort. Her touch is so soothing.

“I just have a horrible headache,” I say honestly.

“Alright, it’s a good thing we are werewolves. Give it about ten minutes then you will be as good as new,” She says as she tucks me in.

“Thanks Mum, Are there any painkillers the doctor left behind?” I ask, and a look of worry instantly crosses her face.

“Are you sure its just the headache?”

“Yes Mom, I just want to sleep and I have a feeling they would really help with that,” I say, and she seems satisfied with my answer.

“Alright,” she says, proceeding to get me the painkillers and a glass of water.

“Snow?” I call out to her. I’m met with nothing but silence. When rejection occurs, it hurts the wolf so bad that it may die. I hope that is not the case here. I love my wolf. I needed her to get through this. We needed each other.

I could not lose a mate and my wolf on the same day and to make it on my birthday? Ugh! Fuck my life.

My Mum comes back and breaks my train of thought when she hands me the painkillers and the glass of water; I sit up and take them.

“Thank you Mum, You are the best.” I say, and she kisses my forehead.

“Rest now, sweetheart. Call out to me when you wake up,” she says and leaves my room.

I propped up the pillow nicely, lay my head down slowly, and closed my eyes. Not long after that, I started drifting off into the darkness…

“I, Jake Currington, future Alpha of the Dark Moon pack, reject you, April Robinson, as my mate and future Luna of this pack.” Those words haunted me even in my dreams, and just like that, my eyes snapped open. Ugh, I knew what followed. I had lived it; there was no need to dream about it, either.

My thoughts and memories were eating me alive; damn, can I get a memory wiper or something?

I lay there for a few more minutes, just staring out at my ceiling in the darkness, just me and my dark thoughts.

 It had gotten dark outside, and my sweet Mum had closed my curtains for me.

“Sweetheart?” I hear her call out to me.

“Are you awake?” She adds.

“Yes Mum, How did you know?” I ask because I literally just woke up.

“See, I am what you would call a werewolf with super senses and hearing. I could go on, but you are the same as me, so you get it,” she says as she steps into my room and switches on the lights.

I cringe, and my eyes instantly close from the brightness of the light. After a few seconds, though, they adjust to the light, and I fully open my eyes to find my Mum sitting on the edge of my bed.

“How are you feeling right now?” she asks worriedly. I could tell she had been worried for a while, and given the circumstances, I totally understand; I would be hella worried, too, if I were in her position.

I wonder who the people in the car were, though.

“Honey, why were you even out of school early? Did something happen?” She asks, breaking my train of thought. I can tell it has been bugging her for some time for her to just ask that. 

“Mom he-he..” I can barely say the words.

She pulls me into a tight hug.

“Mom, he-he rejected me..” I say as tears form in my eyes.

“I’m so sorry, baby. He does not deserve you,” she says while stroking my hair. “Who is he?” she adds.

“It doesn’t matter, mom. He broke my heart and perhaps my wolf, too,” I said. I could literally feel my heart breaking, and it scared me that I still had not heard from Snow.

“I’m sorry about your wolf, sweetheart, but maybe she is taking some space, and given the situation, who could blame her? Now about your mate, you need to tell me who he is,” she demands. “Doesn’t he know that rejection is a crime under mate law?”

“Mu-“I start, but she cuts me off.

“Tell me who he is,” she said, her voice hoarse and tone serious. I would have to do what she wanted, and I had to tell her.

I looked up to see that her eyes had changed colours. Instead of her usual black eyes, they were bright amber eyes—this was her wolf. 

I couldn’t continue hiding his identity; I only made things worse for myself.

“It’s the future, Alpha Mom,” I say.

She looks horrified at what I just said; she lets me go and makes a beeline for the door.

Before she steps out of the door, she gives me one final look and then proceeds to leave, closing the door softly behind her.

Although I don’t miss the look of vengeance in her eyes...