REJECTION:MY ALPHA MATE WANTS ME BACK

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ite sitting room, I thought he would accept me after that ni

s like an eternity. Each day blends into the next, and I find myself s

is my only connection to the outside world. It provides a glim

tretch eternally as I sit on the cold rodents infe

my only markers being the bones from the meals sh

of footsteps echoes down the corridor, in

y Ironclaw outfit approaches my cell

, breaking the silence of the cell. "Food," he

f from the floor, the chains aro

ard to grab it, my hunger outweighing any sense of pride or rebellion. Th

gly as he walks away, leaving me

er before me. The porridge resembles mud, and the bread is hard enough to

prisoners are handed what can only be described as sludge-inedible, foul-s

ungry, and scared, I hoped for a good meal to calm my stomach. Instead, I

It was a disgusting combination of overdone vegetables, stale brea

o make even the iron-

then months, I learned to swallow my

s, and I've become all too familiar with the gnawing a

itiful slop on my plate, my thoughts turn to the even

till nursing her grief of rejection, or perhaps I've been too

wolf to take over. It was an unsafe move, giv

yself, barely audible in

my wolf form seemed like an enigma, so

t my body, signifying the beginning of metamorphosis. I stumb

bled to the ground, smashing into a mass

r of my existence is contracting and reshaping. It was as if my body rebelled agains

th, I fought agains

e anguish dissipated, leaving behind a vor

ious to the drama occurring around them. My wolf instincts t

h sinking into their flesh with a savage hunge

footsteps of the guards. The sound of their heavy boots echoe

ened Even as I already morphed back quickly to my

vealing the stern faces of t

tructed, his voice carryin

e, their grips strong. This was it-the m

ed with curiosity and disdain. I could sense their

Thorne, and the council of elders. This was it,

e delivered, and I braced

d an unreadable countenance. This was the man

while another seemed strangely re

ies and his condemnations were hurled at me like

oice laced with raw emotion. "I despe

that's a shame. "I was ant

anded a hard blow on my mouth. I tasted blood, but the p

our chamber like a piece of stick?" I mocked, a

o an arrogant smile, and his

I reject you as a mate! And you are exiled from this

it still impacted me like a physical blow. In

elief in knowing that I was finally free

emotions flooded through me. Relief, fury, and a tinge of satisfaction

suitable to be called home, I muttered to myself, "His greate