Novel & Cerita Red Handed Denial

And when they lost focus, I could disappear. The chase continued, and I zigzagged through the trees like I was born for this. I wasn’t, but I adapted. If Mum saw me now, she'd grab my ear and tug it until I apologized. She hated it when I stirred trouble. "Keep your head down, Ren," she'd whisper. "Don’t give them a reason to notice you." Too late for that. Auren the Half-Breed was always noticed. Red hair in a pack of browns and blacks? Lean body wrapped in layers like a human grandpa? Wild eyes and wilder tongue? I didn’t belong. So I made sure they remembered why.

There was a long pause. “Well then Noelani” he said coldly. “Since your wolf’s returned and had made you aware of the bond” He leaned against his desk with a smug smirk that didn't reach his eyes. His hands are still in his pockets. “I, Ragnar Gray, reject you Noelani Griffin as my mate”

he repeats, furious. What the fuck? Is he actually mad that I denied the bond? He was the one who rejected me! What right does he have to be pissed now? “No, we’re not,” I say, slowly and clearly. “You rejected me. I accepted. That’s it. We’re not mates.” “Mate!” he insists again like it’s the only word he knows. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I mutter. “What are you doing here, Nathan?” Dev demands, voice low and alpha-serious.

He had short-cropped raven-black hair and was wearing simple denim pants and a black shirt. When Connor emerged from the rubble to return to his Alpha, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared in horror at the man standing next to Harry. "What... Why?" asked Connor as his skin closed where it had been cut. The man didn't answer and walked towards the rogue's head. Then, when he finally looked in the direction of the Red Moon Beta, his eyes revealed a glowing red color. "Why hasn't anyone seen his silver-coated fangs? What are your guards doing?" the man growled.

“He’s the one on the other end of my red string.” “Well, I’ll be…” “Damn…” His editor and Ronn trailed off consequently seemingly at loss for words. Enji sat back in his chair and fished out a cigarette from his pocket, quickly lighting it up while Ronn looked constipated. “Is that why you turned down the tip offs?” his editor asked. Aian frowned before replying, “Partially. Mainly because I wasn’t kidding when I said that I had spent weeks of my time trying to chase him down and came back with nothing. They were all fake. I asked Kalvin about those latest ones actually, those were fake too.”

Because all the way to the car, all the way with my pulse still too high and my thoughts coming apart at the edges, one sentence kept trying to surface and I kept shoving it back down. I’m not gay. I’m not. I’m not. But for the first time, the denial sounded thin even to me.

An Alpha from two centuries ago who had refused the bond entirely. Refused it entirely, Reyn had written in the margin next to that one. Died at fifty-two. Pack fell apart within a decade. She turned to the last page. It was newer than the others. The ink still sharp. And it wasn't a precedent case — it was a note in his own hand, undated, written to no one.