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The following morning Peyton, Mazi, and Whitman are eating breakfast. She has been most of the talking while Peyton Whitman rolls their eyes at each other. Finally, Mazi has had enough, ”Whitman, Wisdom will never be yours. She has forgiven Beauden and accepted him as her mate. You have done some foul crap, and my mate isn’t going to stand up for you. Even if I must take him home until all of this bullshit is over. Whitman if you keep pushing my niece and her mate you’ll get something you don’t want. Believe me when I say that." She leaves the room. “Crazy ass man thinks he can force my niece to want him. He has lost his damn mine.”

She blindly took one book and sat down. She was the only one at the restricted library, so she wasn’t disturbed all day long. The first book she read was all about mating. “Fated mate…” Mallory unconsciously said, then touched the word on the paper. She read, “Fated mates are pairs that are arranged by the Goddess herself. They are commonly known to live together until one of them dies. If one died, the other would fall into a deep depression that sometimes would resort to killing themselves. Some said that fated mates have their abilities enhanced after mating, gaining more power from one another.”

He could be thinking, what sort of a man will reject his mate for unjustified reasons. “I see, your so-called mate rejected you, right? So pathetic of the both of you,” he stuffed his other hand into his pocket, “Well, one cannot appoint a mate for himself. You and I know that mates are chosen, gifted to each other, and blessed by our beloved mother of all mythical creatures. My brother is just one who seeks pleasure in taking what's never his.” He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slowly.

One of his calloused hands trail down her face, causing tingles and goosebumps to form on her face due to his touch but it's gone as fast as she felt it. She was brought out of her trance by hearing him say the words she dreaded the most her entire life. "I Damien Blackwood, the future Alpha of Midnight Moon Pack, Reject you Serenity Martins as my mate and future Luna." It was as if her whole world had crumpled before her eyes and her wolf, Selena kept whimpering inside her head. Tears welled up in her eyes but she kept them at bay for the time period and willed herself to be strong. "I Serenity Martins accept your rejection as your mate and future Luna of The Midnight Moon pack."

I had left in such a hurry that I had barely had time to grab anything. As I walked, I couldn't help but replay the conversation I had had with Daniel over and over in my mind. "Amelia, I'm sorry, but I can't mate with you," he had said, his voice kind but firm. "You're just not strong enough. I need a mate who can handle the responsibilities of being an alpha's partner."

It took a whole minute for his words to really hit me. And when they did, it felt like someone had reached into my chest and torn my heart out. “What did I tell you!” Lissa’s voice cut through the silence. “No one will ever want a loser like her.” This couldn’t be real. It had to be a nightmare. I had met my mate—the other half of my soul, the one person meant for me in the entire world—and he had looked at me once and rejected me without even hesitating. He rejected me before he even knew my last name.

Caroline said and served Emily. Emily had her breakfast in the kitchen, washed her plates and thanked Caroline before leaving for her room. Emily spent the day reading a book more on mates and bonding. She came upon a passage explaining about rejection. She found out that when someone’s mate rejects them, it is always painful, as the bond connecting the two has to be broken eternally, and most mates don’t survive the separation. Emily was just the perfect example, she can not survive rejection from the Alpha king. Emily trembled at the thought. She closed the book and lay down on her bed, allowing the tears to flow once more. She was furious with herself for being so weak.

He seemed to be able to sense his sisters rapid heartbeat the same way I did. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I don’t think it means anything more than its rare.” “But so is being rejected, so everything about this is rare,” I interject and they both turn to look at me. Olina’s eyebrows furrow together as she considers this. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. Rejections happen rarely, typically only because before marking one of the mates is abusive or unkind or whatever it is that makes the other decide they would rather risk being alone than be together, yet both of us were rejected nearly immediately under menial circumstances. That is definitely just as rare as us being mates.”