REJECTION

**REBECCA'S POV**

“It means we are bound together and it would be official after I mark you as my Luna.” Tyler added and I just stared at him, feeling lost.

“Mark me? Luna? Is this some kind of werewolf fantasy book?” I found myself laughing at his words but he didn't seem bothered by my ignorance. He waited for me to finish blabbing my doubts.

“I get it. Seeing is believing.” He said with a smile and began taking off his shirt. I knotted my brows in confusion, wondering what he was doing.

“What do you think you're doing?” I asked with a frown but he didn't say anything. He just stared at me with those sharp emerald eyes of his and kept undressing himself.

I wanted to close my eyes like any decent lady would in a situation like this but it seems I wasn't decent at all. I shamelessly glued my eyes to him as he pulled his shirts off, letting it fall beside him. It felt like i was in a club for male strippers as I watched him take off his belt.

He seemed to have notice the effect his actions were causing and slowed his pace. Everything he did was so fucking hot and I became eager to see the full package. Staring at his chiseled abs alone made me feel a tingle down there and even though I scolded myself several times to snap out of it, I couldn't falter my gaze.

My cheeks were burning red as I eagerly waited for him to take off his pants but after he removed his belt, he stopped his action. I subconsciously glared at him, my eyes demanding an explanation for why he had stopped.

“For someone who is irritated by me, your eyes tell a different story. I'm sure you can't deny that feeling of lust. It's the mating bond at work.” Tyler said with a smirk and even though I wanted to deny it, I couldn't. His words were true. I didn't know anything about mating bond but I knew I felt that hunger he was talking about and I cursed myself for exposing my desires to him.

“What's the point of all these?” I asked, trying to keep my emotions in check. My gaze finally left his abs and settled on his face where they were supposed to be but even while staring at his face, I could still feel that crazy urge to walk up to him and kiss him. 

“I wanted to show you that this isn't some werewolf fantasy but it seems you're fantasizing about something else right now.” Tyler replied with a naughty grin and I almost palmed myself for giving him that impression.

“And how does stripping yourself naked prove anything?” I asked, bitting the inside of my mouth. Even my question was enough to ignite the almost extinguished fire in my body. Since when did I become so sex driven?

“If you can let me finish without jumping me then I would show you. After all, you're my responsibility now.” Tyler said but this time he wasn't smiling or smirking. His face had lost it's expression like he was disappointed at the turn of event.

I felt angered that he would still regard me as low class. It seems I wasn't the one he wanted to be mated to or whatever it's called and yet he had used me in the past, against my own will. What if he had gotten another mate, would he have discarded me since he would have no further use for me? 

Thinking about that made me angry. It reminded me why I needed to stay focus and not fall for his seduction even though that wasn't his intention. It reminded me why Rebecca hated this man and why I now hate him as well. The fire had now been successfully extinguished and his exposed abs had no effect on me anymore.

“Fine, show me.” I said dryly and he proceeded in his undressing, finally taking off his pants and briefs. I was about to start lusting all over again but what happened next chased away every dirty thought that was about to surface.

I began hearing the cracking sound of his bones as they changed position. It happened really fast but I could see every detailed changes before the final outcome. His hands had grown bigger and his nails turned into claws, obviously the ones he had threatened to kill me with earlier.

His skin had long disappeared as they were now covered in thick black fur. His eyes remained the same however, which was the only form of recognition to the man that stood Infront of me a while ago. 

Now I understood why he had taken his clothes off as this transformation would have indeed ripped them apart. Never in my life did I ever imagine meeting a wolf as I was terrified of wild animals but this creature Infront of me was bigger than any wolf I had seen on television.

It was bigger than how American authors had described them and scarier than any horror movie ghost I had seen. I wanted to scream but it seemed like my tongue had been tied. I tried moving away but my legs were frozen. 

Tyler must have noticed how terrified I was and immediately shifted back into his human form. I was more than relieved to see the naked man before me than that scary beast. I finally let out the breath I had been holding since the beginning of it all.

“Now do you believe me?” He asked as he began putting on his clothes. I just stared at him, wondering if he had actually shifted into a wolf or my imagination had taken the better of me.

“I want nothing to do with you.” I blurted out and Tyler paused in his attempt to put his shirt back on. 

I thought I couldn't be more intimidated by this man but after all that I had seen, I wanted nothing to do with this life. I wanted nothing to do with Rebecca's life. Now I understood why she had let him abuse her for that long, because she knew what he was. She obviously couldn't fight her way out, he would kill her with a single slash of his big and sharp claws.

“I already told you Rebecca, you're mine now and nothing you do will change that.” Tyler said carrying a poker face like he didn't care if I was terrified.

There was no way I would let myself be with a beast that could end my life at will. If there was anything I learned from reading fantasy books, it's that one can choose to accept or reject their mates and I choose the latter.

“There is one thing I can do to avoid you.” I said and Tyler looked at me keenly, waiting for the so called thing.

“I, Rebecca Antlas reject you Tyler Carsted as my fated mate.”