~Chapter 8~She's deflecting, and he's rejecting~

Wesly

"I Reject you Lidnesy Mills, as my mate." I said to her, as I was still straddling her in my bed.

Her eyes flew open then and fixed quickly on me. "Wesly," she gasped as she clutched her chest. "How can you do this to me?"

"Very easily, apparently." I replied coldly as I pulled out of her and slid off the end of the bed. "You are whore Lidnesy. Do you really think I don't know about your affairs? Accept the rejection!" I demanded.

She is lying there looking up at me in disbelief. I glared down at her with satisfaction. She has tears in her eyes. But I know it's just part of the show. Lidnesy just got her punishment. She now knew she would never get the title of Luna she so desperately wants. I have waited for a while to see her disappointment at the realization. She got off the bed and retrieved her clothes.

"I, Lindsey Mills, accept your rejection, Alpha Wesly Harris." She said through gritted teeth. Then she turned and fled my bedroom.

I removed the used condom and threw it in the trash. Then I sat down on the side of my bed, running my fingers through my hair. Kota, is already in my head bitching. He hadn't wanted me to reject Lidnesy, but I have had more than enough. My pride would not allow me to continue to be made a fool of in front of my pack.

It's not just Lidnesy. Kota is always contending my behavior. He doesn't like the man that he is stuck inside of. He thinks I could be better if I chose to. I know what he really means by 'better' is more like my father, Alpha Wyatt Harris, and my brother, Alpha William Harris. He knows I despise it when he compares me to them. That's why he does it.

I am nothing like my father or my brother. They are both weak and too yielding in my eyes, especially with their mates. I consider them both quite pathetic in the way they allow love to manipulate them so easily. Nor do I share their sense of peace or pliantness. Anyone who comes at Born Moon Rising looking for a fight will find one!

My brother got my father's pack, and the powers passed down from our half-witch mother. Apparently, both of those inheritances skipped my generation. The day I turned 18, I left New Moon Rising to create my own pack. We are mostly made up of rouges and drifters. They are rough cut to say the least, but at least I know they are loyal to me.

I pushed off my bed and slid my shorts and t-shirt back on. I head out to check my borders. That is another thing that separates me from my father and brother. I am a very hands-on Alpha. I don't sit in an office all day running numbers and tapping on a keyboard. I get my ass up and work for what I have.

At the tree line, I strip. I am having to wait for Kota to pull the shift. He was really starting to piss me off already. I knew he was just fucking with me for the shits and giggles of it. 'What are you waiting on, Kota? The damn sun is already shining.' I snapped at him.

'Why do you have to be such a bastard?' He returned.

Obviously, we were gonna have another chat about my personality flaws. I rolled my eyes. 'It's who I am. Get over it. Now pull the damn shift! We have work to do.'

He finally does, and we take off towards our border. Kota is hauling ass through the trees and undergrowth. I know he is trying his best to run off his frustration. Having me for his human, he has a lot of running to do.