The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 2

The pain hit me square in my chest. It felt like my chest was being peeled open by a flaming hot knife and the tears I had fought to hide fell down my cheeks slowly. Lisa laughed as she saw my face and I hurried to wipe them away but they didn’t seem to want to stop.

“I-,” my voice was hoarse; “I accept your rejection.”

I felt the exact moment the bond snapped. I saw pain flash across Tyson’s features and he flinched slightly but he hid it well. It made me feel good to know that I wasn’t the only one feeling the effects.

I didn’t wait to see if he would show any other emotions; I turned on my heels and rushed out of the door. I didn’t stop running until I got to the pack house and I was in the comfort of the old storage closet I call my

room.

It’s so small that three people can’t stand comfortably side by side but I’m grateful for it. I use an old bed that one of the pack members threw out. I took it from the trash, cleaned it and made it my own.

I flopped on the bed and the tears I had managed to hold back finally fell. The emotions were finally catching up to me and I felt like I was going to break. I had always thought that finding my mate would be the only escape that I would have from this terrible life but it turned out that I was

wrong.

Finding my mate was a torture that I didn’t expect.

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and I can’t

saw Chris and he winked at me as if sharing a deep secret. I rushed back to my room after that. Chris‘ presence brings nothing but trouble and pranks, and his version of a prank is never fun. By night, the severity of my situation started to

rejected me. News will travel soon and it will give people even more reason to hate

door jiggle. My spine straightened because it is late, no one should be in my room this late. No one even comes

and my heart clenched. Even though our bond is broken, there will still be lingering feelings

mine, I was hit by

friends have not stopped teasing me about the fact that you are my mate.” He spat the

sorry,” I offered and he laughed humorlessly.

thinking of how I could have been given a slut for a mate.” I felt his words like a slap

in the club, and I realized that sluts are good for

but his hand wrapped around the back of my shirt and

this.” I begged and he pinned me with his body; that was when I smelled the alcohol and wolf’s

they usually have to drink a lot and mix