Wanted by my ex mate

Aurora.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of dawn, golden rays flittered through the partially drawn curtains as the night before played in my head.

My hair was sprawled all over my shoulder and it cover more than sixty percent of my face as I lay there and smile sheepishly like a five year old. All I cared about was this pure joy that emits from within my soul, that filled my insides. It was one that I couldn't think about giving up for anything in this damn world. I savored every moment of it. 

The moon goddess has finally blessed me with a mate.

My skin felt warm beneath the tangled sheets, and for a fleeting moment, everything felt perfect. I lay still, not wanting to wake him up. I was happy to see that he was asleep comfortably and peacefully with me in his arms.

Ethan’s arm was draped over my waist, his skin hot against mine. His breathing was deep, rhythmic, as if nothing in the world could disturb his sleep. 

I bit my lip, a small font forming in my head, knowing that things have changed for me. Knowing that things could be finally different when it came to my life.

Was this it? Was I finally his?

Could this be the change that I've been looking for? Could this be the difference that I've been missing in my life? 

Would my dreams finally come true? Would I finally be an accepted member within the pack?

I shifted slightly, the movement causing his arm to tighten around me. My cheeks flushed, the memory of last night still vivid in my mind. He had been everything I dreamed of, gentle yet passionate, his lips tracing paths along my skin, his voice a low murmur against my ear. He had made me feel seen, cherished. The way that he wraps his arms around me, looked me in the eye, pressed his lips against my forehead, rested his forehead against mine, kissed me. Everything just played in my head.

I wanted to believe it wasn't just physical, that there was more to it. That this was the beginning of something beautiful. I was his mate after all. There was a reason why he chose to be with me. I knew that for a fact.

But then, his arm slipped away.

Ethan rolled onto his back, his expression shifting from peaceful to cold in the span of a heartbeat. I frowned in confusion before sitting up as I looked at him. I wanted to lean in to connect my lips with his, wanting to allow my guts to take over my actions. But I was surprised when he turned his face.

“Ethan?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t look at me. His eyes, once warm and filled with desire, were now hard, his jaw set. “Get dressed.”

“What?” I asked, the color draining from my face as I looked at him, processing the words that he said.

He sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair, every movement exuding indifference. “I said get dressed and leave.”

I clutched the sheet tighter. “I don’t understand. Last night…”

“Was a mistake,” he repeated, his voice sharper. “It was a one night thing. Now get dressed and leave.”

My throat tightened, my mind racing to keep up. “But we’re mates.”

Finally, his gaze landed on me, but there was no softness there. No trace of the man who had held me through the night. It was as if it was a completely different person. This was not the man that I saw last night.

“I don’t want a mate. Especially not an Omega without a wolf.” He said, his voice harder than I would have anticipated to be.

Each word felt like a dagger, piercing through the fragile hope I had built. I had always known I was different, weaker, lesser. But with him, I thought I could be more. That he could see beyond what the pack saw, a wolfless Omega, a burden.

My lips trembled. “I thought you felt it too. The bond. Ohh, I thought that was why you called me here.”

“I did,” he admitted, and for a brief moment, I saw a crack in his mask. A shadow of something real. But then it was gone. “But a bond doesn't change the fact that you are not what I need. What this pack needs. Your presence was to feed off the hunger and curiosity of my wolf, but that is all. Now get dressed and leave. Do not let me repeat myself again.”

The humiliation burned, but beneath it, anger simmered. I wasn’t just hurt, I was furious. Not just at him but at myself for believing, for hoping.

I stood, the sheet slipping from my grasp. His eyes flicked away, and I bit back a bitter laugh. “You can't even look at me.”

“This conversation is over,” he muttered, sliding out of bed and grabbing his clothes. “I don’t want to see you in my quarters again. Nor do I want to see around me. This is not a subject that I want spoken of.”

Something inside me snapped. “Why?”

“There is no one to answer to you, and before you leave, I believe that you know that it is time for your rejection.” He said casually, as if breaking me was the most normal thing to happen. “I, Ethan Thorne, Alpha of the Golden Moon Pack, reject you, Aurora Ross, as my mate.”

The weight of his words pressed down on me, threatening to shatter me. But instead of breaking, I found a strange sense of calm.

“I accept your rejection, Ethan Thorne,” I whispered. “And I reject you right back.”

“What did you say?” He asked, glaring daggers at me as if my words had physically hurt him, as if I had punched him in the face. I looked down at my feet, avoiding his eyes, knowing that this was something that I could not afford losing. This was the one moment of strength that I had to show.

Inside me, I was broken. Inside me, I knew that this was not how things were supposed to be. This was not how I expected the day to begin. Especially not after last night.

“I said I reject you back.” I said, repeating myself. “I, Aurora Ross, Omega of the Golden Moon pack, reject you, Alpha Ethan Thorne, as my mate.” 

I gulped as I looked at him, ignoring the pain that I felt in my chest, taking a deep breath as I did, knowing that this was the right thing to do.

His eyes hardened and I knew that this was not something that he expected as a response. He did not expect a mere Omega without a wolf to be a person to reject him.

“Get out.” He said, his voice hardening as he got out of bed himself. He walked inside the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I closed my eyes as tears sprinkled in them before I walked out the door. But only when I got to the door, I turned and looked back at the bloodstain that was on the sheets for a moment before closing my eyes. I guess I’ve been such a fool for thinking I deserve this much.