One mate and a Rejection

Chapter 11

PART 1 Chapter 11 — 02

I decided to take a nap seeing as I spent most of the night searching for my mate who decided he

wanted to play hide and seek,but just two hours later, awoke from loud banging on the door.

I groaned and thrashed around my bed,"Someone get the door!"

No answer.

I decided to shout louder"

Mom! Dad! Get the door!"

I sighed and mumbled some muffled words before getting out of bed,wishing for the pounding on the

door to stop.

Downstairs,I caught sight of a note hanging on the fridge.

‘Pack meeting! —mom and dad’ I threw the note in the garbage and opened the door,only to be met

face to face with the one and only.

“Jared?"

But he didn't answer.

Instead,he shoved me in his arms and embraced me as hard as he could.

I began to choke,pounding on his back.

"Move!"

I choked out.

He let me go instantly,keeping his hands on my shoulders,"

Your alive!"

“No,I'm a ghost,"

I muttered sarcastically.

“How did you do it?"

he breathed out,letting himself in.

"Shifting?"

"Yeah your mom and dad were at the pack meeting and said that you shifted alone.’ "Yeah,well’ I

mumbled,in war with myself as to telling him the truth.

I didn't want him to know that I was rejected by my own mate.

He'll pity me and provide me with an overwhelming amount of sympathy that I just didn't need at the

moment.

"I just managed,"

I finally answered.

He didn't try to hide the shack forming on his face,"

Emmy,that's amazing."

I felt a tight smile forming on my face"

Thanks."

His gaze softened and he stared at me.

His eyes dug holes in my face,intoxicating me with their intense color.

All of the sudden,I felt dissipated.

The feelings from drama class returned,and I just wanted to feel at home again.

I wanted to be captured by his lips and locked in his embrace both physically and mentally.

I urged with the compassion to explore his body as he does the same to mine,letting out lust and love

come together as one.

Despite everything that's happened,I still wished me and Jared could be together.

If I could,I'd change it so that he's my mate.

Jared's hands fell from my shoulder as he whispered,’ I'm so sorry"

l let my eyes fall,suddenly cold and soaking in misery.

That's all Il ever be to him from now on.

A person he takes pity on.

A once upon a time lover that he hopes to be friends with,despite knowing it will never be normal.

I wondered if he's as heart broken as me? Images of him laughing and kissing Jasmine flashed like

headlines in my head.

I doubted it.

When a heart breaks,it doesn't break even,I thought.

"Ive just realized how badly I've wounded you.

To say that I've broken your heart is the biggest understatement.’ Jared whispered,his breath touching

my face.

Somehow,! couldn't find my voice.

But I knew,even if I could speak,! wouldn't, What could I possibly say? How was I to respond? So I just

avoided looking into his eyes and took a seat on the couch.

Jared mirrored my actions, letting his eyes drift in the silence.

“Have you made your decision yet?"

he asked,setting his puddles of chocolate at me, about us being friends?"

I almost choked on the lump in my throat.

The sob that threatened to come out only made it harder to speak as I muttered desperately, I need

more time"

Jared let out a sigh but nodded.

He was never the one to rush me.

Always patient and understanding.

It made me realize how much I wanted to hate it.

If I could just hate the little things I loved about him like his personality,and his honesty,then eventually

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That has to be better than being head over heels in love with him.

“Do you think you'll ever forgive me?"

“I've never been mad at you.

You've done nothing wrong."

Jared sighed,as if that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear,"

Will we ever speak like normal friends to each other?’ My vision became blurred with tears, I'm thinking

of what's best for me at the moment and I think I'm better off far away from you and hating you,than

being your friend."

Jared looked at me like I've just shot him,’ I understand,! guess."

I watched as he sank into the couch,a hair—string coming loose and drifting over his left eye.

I felt my fingers twitch and pressed my other hand against them.

Suddenly,the room was engulfed with a cheesy pop song.

Confused,I looked around for a phone.

It couldn't possibly be Jared's.

He hated pop.

But much to shock,his hand reached inside his pocket and unlocked his phone.

“Hello?"

he muttered,his voice kind and soft.

Like he was talking to a baby,or a puppy.

Or the love of his life.

“No,I didn't forget.

I'll be there in twenty...I love you too.”