The Lycan King’s Rejected Soulmate by Fire Sprout

Chapter 2
Avery
Electricity raced through my body when I locked eyes with my destined mate. He was as handsome as they come. He fitted all the criteria bills I didn’t know I had.
He had me swooning to my very core.
He was a stranger to me. He might be here for the night of bonding or official delegation matters. All I knew was that I had found the single most important thing in my life.
He was talking to his friends when our gazes met. He had paused to take me in.
I suddenly became self conscious and all my thoughts were if he liked my figure and everything that made me Avery.
I felt like I had gotten a great bargain.
Muscles trembled with every movement of his wrists and fingers. It was -the body of a very fit warrior. His blue pupils seemed to drown me with affections and my body burned with need I didn’t know my body could exhibit.
Mate.
I knew the word that dropped from his lips because the same word dropped out of mine.
He took an imperceptible step forward and I found myself mimicking him.
Silver was jumping for joy in my head and I did not blame her. I was ast satisfied with our mate as she was.
I could feel the strength hidden beneath his calm facade. He was an Alpha and a strong one at that.
I could see couples coming together from the corner of my eyes. The envy that always burned through me was suppressed this time. I had found my mate so there was nothing to be jealous about anymore.
As he took his second step, the friend that was speaking to him discovered he was not listening and he stopped talking. The friend followed my mate’s gaze to me and his face morphed into shock.
He held my mate’s arm and shook him roughly. My mate looked at him
in askance.
The question on his face was mirroring the one on mine.
“Don’t tell me that girl is your mate, she has a cursed bloodline!” The friend whispered harshly but his whisper wasn’t like one. He had a loud voice and he probably doesn’t know how to speak sensibly.
The words flowed into my brain like an accelerated bullet. The other werewolves in the square looked over. It was hard not to because their sharp ears would have picked up on the words my mate’s friend had spoken out loud.
I could feel my heart begin to ache and a looming fear gripped me I hope my mate wouldn’t do what I think he might do? I hope he won’t realize one of my darkest nightmares?
I desperately prayed my mate wasn’t the type to care about backgrounds. I wished he would speak up to denounce his friend and the roaming eyes of our spectators.
I wondered how his friend knew my background. Did he know someone from my pack?
Our spectators began whispering but anybody with working ears could hear them, not to mention the werewolves populating this square.
“His destined mate is Avery? He is going to be in a great deal of bad luck.”

“Even if he was to be mated with an omega, it should not be the lowliest one.”
“I know him. Even if he wanted to take her as his mate against all odds, his family wouldn’t allow.”
“Yeah, I heard about his pack. They are very particular about bloodlines and backgrounds.”
“Everyone knows Avery is only good as a concubine or maid at best.”
“He might accept her because of her beauty.”
Their serpentine words kept going on and on.
The moment my mate’s passionate eyes cooled considerably, I knew he could hear them clearly too.
My pack’s Alpha had disappointment clouding his face like having a mate is my mistake. Chase and Dean was smiling widely. If a random person saw them smiling now, he or she would think they found their mate or they won the lottery when neither of those situation happened.
Luna Nikki’s face turned stoic and it was as if she didn’t want anything to do with me.
The words being whispered kept weighing down on me like a mountain consisting of lead and all types of rare metals.
A pri ckling feeling in my stomach told tales of what’s to come.
I was right.
My mate came within three feet of me. His presence sent me and my wolf into a state of heightened overdrive. I felt like if he told me to go left right now, I would not go to the right.
“What is your name?” He asked. His voice was like a cool glass of water on a sunny day. It seemed to wash away all my troubles. His voice was as refreshing as his eyes.
I trembled as I gave my answer.
“My name is Avery.”
His disappointed gaze rested on me like a fire brand.
“Your full name.” He ordered with hints of a growl appearing in his voice. -With-the sound of his voice, I felt the claws of my nightmares sink into
my body.
I shook my head in a vain attempt to wake up from this cruel dream. It was all to no avail. I could feel my mate start to lose his patience and the eyes from our spectators seared itself into my veins.
I couldn’t breath properly.
“Avery Normans.” I croaked out. I could not say an additional word. My brain and mouth wouldn’t allow me to. A severe chill took over my body as dread of what is to come stung my eyes, causing tears to well up.
I wanted to beg him not to reject me even if that makes me look pathetic. Sometimes, being pathetic does not matter as long as my mate remained with me.
My mate straightened. His blue eyes darkened a little when he witnessed my plight but it reverted back to normal.
It looked as if his wolf tried to convince him but it clearly didn’t work.
“I, Alpha Jake McWells reject you, Avery Normans as my mate.” His voice was as cold as it could be.
The last strength holding me together collapse on itself and I dropped to my knees with a loud thump.
Intense pain racked through me as the mate bond severed like it was cut with a blunt scissors. The ache and pain kept combining in waves and tears raced down my cheeks.
The only thing connecting me and my destined mate together was broken.
His voice kept echoing in my head like a broken radio and the chills that assaulted me previously returned with vengeance.
My eyesight blurred and intense migraine followed. It was like everything ill wanted to befall me at once.
I felt like I was trapped in an ocean full of sharks without the ability to swim no matter how useless it might be even if the skill is present.
My so bs flowed out of me with a loud sound.
I knew the werewolves watching didn’t care about my predicament. They were the catalyst that caused my mate bond to be broken anyway.
A rage so murderous rose in me. Wrath intertwined with my pain. The evil side I never thought I had surfaced and bad thoughts flew around in my head. I wanted to tear the friend that reminded my former mate of – my status and background to shreds.
I wanted to commit murder. I wanted to see that friend take his last. breath in absolute terror. I wanted to break his bones and feast on his
tendons with relish.
At this moment, I wanted to do many things to the friend as payback but I can’t. He was either a beta or a ga mma, he might even be an alpha and the meager power I had as an omega with no prior training would make me the losing party in any exchange we have.
Soon I felt something. I raised my puffy eyes.
I saw my former mate enter into the type of trance he went into when we locked eyes. Adoration clouded his blue eyes once more.
He was finding his second chance mate.
I wondered why the moon goddess didn’t see my plight. I did not get a second chance mate to console me and if I had gotten one, I feel like he was going to reject me like Alpha Jake did.
That would be double punishment for me.
I don’t know why the moon goddess let Alpha Jake have a second chance mate this soon. It was like I, the first mate was a discardable piece of stinking trash. It did not matter if you reject me because you are going to
get another mate that would satisfy you. I was the dispensable one, the werewolf you could throw away.
My presence or absence don’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Things would go on fine regardless of my presence.