Page 9 of Rejecting the Future Moon Goddess

“Not her.” A deep masculine voice says, my mind focusing intently on the timber and pitch. A brunette in a slinky black dress walks out of the line, tears falling from her cheeks. I feel sympathy for this wolf, an Omega I have rarely talked to and only in passing while doing our chores. More girls are declined with a “Not her” or a “Next she-wolf.”

I frown.

The line is growing closer and the wind brings the scent of mint and pine, reminding me of a fresh summer breath in the valley with nights spent laying beside Lizaria and the Unicorns.

Then it came.

The sparks snap me out of my daydream journeying from where a hand held my shoulder across my body and into my heart, kick-starting it into an unsteady rhythm while the delicious scent wraps around me once more.

“Mate.” The word escapes my lips in awhisper while another hand slowly caresses my cheek. My closed eyes open to see Mika looking at me with a gentle gaze, the backyard so quiet that all you can hear is the crackling of the bonfire. It felt like eternity as the two of us gazed into each other’s eyes and the plans I had focused on today begins to vanish from my mind. As the Luna, my life will change forever if I stay.

Then the unexpected happen.

The hand on my cheek is gone, replaced by a burning sting as Mika slaps me. I stumble back shocked that my mate would hit me, but that shock soon fades. This is Hidden Claws and no one likes me, as the blame of Alpha Sorus and Luna Reena’s deaths hangs above me like a noose waiting to tighten around my neck.

“I refuse to be your mate.” Mika seethes, anger radiating off of him in waves, causing lesser wolves to cower around us. I stay silent, unable to voice a reply. The Moon Goddess had cast her net of fate on us before either of us were even conceived. There was nothing he could do.

“You are the reason my parents are dead!” He continues, his fist shooting out to punch me, but I had enough of being beaten and dodge, using his momentum to throw him into the crowd behind me.

“You and I both know I never killed the Alpha and Luna!” I call out in rage, sick and tired of this accusation.

“I was seven, fucking seven years old when they were killed. You and Lace were there. You saw the same thing I did, those wolves demanding to know where the child of the Moon Goddess was!” I continued. I felt a wave of unease in the air, my eyes moving to where the Beta couple stood. Something felt off about them, but my focus right now is on my mate and his baseless accusation that spent eleven years weighing down on me.

“You could have done something!” Mika screams back and I growl, shocking not only myself but those around me.

“And what, dear mate, do you expect a seven-year-old to do? You were twelve and had more training than me at that time in combat.” I counter, crossing my arms across my chest and glaring at him. I could see the hesitation in his eyes as he glares back. He knows I have a point and can’t refute me. We were only pups and could do nothing but watch.

“You all have your heads up Bastian and Jasmine’s asses that you can’t even see what’s right and wrong with this filthy pack.” I continue, seeing Alex silently slink onto the porch and giving me a nod. He had everything ready if I wanted to leave now, considering how finding my mate is going. But this could be my chance to help Hidden Claws.

“Maybe it’s a good thing I am your mate Mika, its about time this pack chan-”

“You are not my mate. I refuse to have someone as weak as you as Luna.” He cuts me off, shocking me as I notice a look in his eyes. It’s one I know too well and the feeling of helplessness slowly gathers in the pit of my stomach. I already knew what was coming and I couldn’t stop it.

“I Mikael Alibaster and future Alpha of Hidden Claws reject you, Geminie Blake, as my mate and future Luna of this pack.” A stabbing pain rips through my heart as if a million shards of glass tear it apart. I can feel my vision turn hazy from the pain as a whimper, causing another surprise reaction from the crowd, escapes my throat.

Whispers begin to float on the air at the turn of events as I force my body to stay standing. I felt like death is trying to tear me apart and bring me into it’s silent slumber.

“Anything you want to say?” Mika asks, a smirk on his smug face as he slowly saunters towards me.He and I both know I have two options. Accept the rejection and have the pain ease for me or fight for the bond. I wanted to fight for this bond, one that I have been hoping for to change my life, one that I dreamt about each night, hoping for my mate to save me. I didn’t want Mika and the cruel reality that came with him, but I wanted my mate, so I stay silent, glaring at the man while the pain pulsates through my body.

“Geminie, say it!” Bastian growls in warning, but for once in my life, I ignore his order. A fist is thrown my way at my insolence, and instinctively I catch it, glaring at Bastian whose face of anger turns into one of fear. The pleasure I feel knowing my so-called father fears me numbs the pain of the rejection initiation.

“Say. It. You. Bitch!” He growls through his teeth, his body shaking. I just chuckle and apply force to Bastian’s wrist until the satisfying crunch beneath my hands rings in the silent yard, followed by a scream. With a small throw, I push Bastian aside and turn my attention back to my mate just in time to catch a slap across my left cheek that sends me sprawling onto the cold ground in burning pain.

Mika has once again slapped me.

A fist entangles into my hair, pulling me up from the ground while an angry Mika towers over me.

“Geminie Blake, you have two minutes to accept the rejection or I will kill you.” I whimper with pain; his threat being processed through the ringing in my ears. He was serious, and I realize in this moment that I have no choice but to do as he says.

“I, Geminie Blake,” I start off slowly, fighting to hold back my tears. If I continue this, I will feel the pain for three long years, but Mika will feel nothing. He will be able to go about his days as normal while I wallow in misery every time he sleepswith another she-wolf, the bond pining for it to be fixed with my soulmate.

I couldn’t let that happen. He deserves the pain for not only this rejection but also the last eleven years of hell I faced.

With a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess and a sudden burst of strength, I reach up and clasp my hands around his hand, feeling multiple bones break with the precision of my movements as Mika releases me and screams.

Being harmed by your soulmate must have felt like a thousand burning knives slicing through him, just like how it’s felt for me each time he slapped me tonight.

Now free from his grasp, I slowly stand, my breath ragged from the pain this process has brought. I know I only have a few minutes until I black out and have to do this next part fast.

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