Rejected Mate 

Chapter 2 

Sansa's Pov 

"Stop talking! You should be ashamed of saying that human's name, Bit**," he yelled fiercely. 

"Why? Are you envious of that person?" When she didn't appear to be terrified of him, she teased with a grin on her face.

He grabbed her hair when the anguish was over, and she was in a lot of discomfort. "He is a worthless human being." He raged, "How dare you think about him when humans are our enemies?"

"No, he is not an enemy, he has no desire for war, he is----" He cut her in the middle of her sentence as she was straining to talk in pain. 

"How long would it take to introduce me to him? How long are you going to make yourself a fool? He is Falkor's son, a brutal bloodthirsty hunter who is trying to track us down," he said, yanking her hair to make her feel more pain.

Did he just mention Falkor, the bloodthirsty hunter? How did he become aware of my grandfather? I had no idea my grandfather was a hunter who used to hunt werewolves; I assumed he was just a sheriff.

"He keeps tracking us with his friends, he destroyed our families before, he will do that again," he continued, tugging her hair to make her suffer even more misery.

The pregnant woman could do nothing except breath heavily to keep her child safe in her belly.

"He is not like his father; he has no hatred for our kind," she tried to explain, but he was uninterested in listening.

"How could you forget all of our sacrifices? our kind, our families, we lost loved ones suffered because of them, How could you forget ----" he said when she cut him in the middle. 

"How long are you going to keep fighting? You would get nothing but loss if you hated," she added. 

"Humans annihilated our species, and you are eager to do the same. No matter what you say to keep him alive, he will not be alive after today," he declared. 

"Don't you dare---" she said, but when she fell to the ground, he smacked her hard. Her scarlet cheek was the color of a tomato, and blood had fallen on her lip, while his smack had wounded her bottom lip.

He pinned both hands above her head and leaned closer to her face as she was about to sit, but he got on top of her when she was struggling, staring at her with her lusty eyes as if he was about to eat her alive.

"I don't care if you love him, but you will accept me by the time," he claimed arrogantly. 

"Never," she snarled. 

His Tongue tasted the blood drops on her lower lip as he leaned closer to her lips. She averted her gaze, unable to move or do anything to protect the child.

"Don't be shy, baby. I won't hurt you if you accept me like a good girl, obey me silently," he murmured seductively. 

"I am carrying a child within me, you are demanding that I leave the father of the child. You should be ashamed," she said without hesitation, her eyes filled with hatred.

"Look who's talking, you chose a human over your true mate, you chose the enemy," he replied, his rage suppressed. 

"You are my enemy," she declared boldly. 

"What have I not done for you? Look at me. I made many sacrifices simply to be with you; I tried everything to get you, but you! You never cared, you only care about that filthy human, they are masterminds, they have been killing our people for decades now, even if you choose another from our kind, I would not mind," he stated angrily as he stared into her eyes. 

She was still pinned while he was on her top; she didn't move, but she didn't stop trying to get away from his grasp.

"Liar, You don't care about anyone but yourself, you're selfish, you want my body, that's all you want, you chased me down simply to quench your thirst, you're hungry," she said, while he silently listening and trying hard to control his emotions. 

"Even if you get my body but not my soul, you will never get me completely because my body and soul belong to Raven Elsher," she asserted boldly.

Her remarks astounded me when she stated that the child she was carrying was my father's; how could that be since he died 8 years ago? How did she have a child from a deceased man?

When her life was on the line, she spoke my father's name without hesitation. 

Alpha put one hand on her neck while she was out of breath and struggled to remove his hand from her neck while he already pinned the other hand.

"I told you not to say his name in front of me. You never listen to me, and you expect me not to teach you a lesson," he raged. 

 

"I am warning you, leave me alone or he will kill you," she warned him, trusting my father, who was just a human at the time when they were all-powerful, savage werewolves.

Everyone burst out laughing as if she joked.

"What exactly did you say? Say it again," he teased, laughing heartily. 

"Your death is approaching," she declared confidently. 

"Have you all heard what she said?" he questioned his troops as they all laughed together when her faith in my father grew deeper.

"He will come to get me," she predicted firmly. 

What was that crazy woman saying? 

How would my deceased father come to her aid? I was nevertheless intrigued by the woman's charisma as she spoke illogically. What made her so certain of a dead man's reappearance? Was she insane? Or was it some sort of mystery?

When she was out of breath and struggling to remove his hand away from her, cruel Alpha tightened his grip on her neck.

"Let him come, I'll show him that you're mine," he claimed arrogantly. 

"I will die before becoming yours," she stated boldly, and her words inflamed him.

"Then I will get rid of both of them, the child and the father, and you will have no one but me in your life," he murmured seductively as he leaned in for a kiss.

She spat in his face out of rage when I couldn't find fear in her, but only rage for the monster who tried to destroy her family.

He was laughing uncontrollably, and she was attempting to break free, but his hold tightened.

"You will never get whatever you want. I will kill myself happily but won't be yours at any cost," she said flatly, not even afraid to speak back to the cruelest Alpha.

"What makes that jerk so unique? I'm an alpha, and you're rejecting your mate to be with that dirty weakling, he----" When she cut him in the middle of his speech, he was constantly spitting venom.

"Stop talking! You have no right to speak about him in that way," she retorted.