Classic Rejection.

One: The Sixteenth Year.

The Sixteenth Year. 

He kept his hand over my mouth. His brown eyes were staring into mine. The anger in his eyes grew as he further pressed his hand against my mouth. I placed my hand over his wrist, feeling my anger rising. I watched as the emotions in his eyes shifted. The conflicting emotions in him continued to show as he roughly slapped my hand away. He stepped away from me and ran his hand through his blonde hair. He gave out a heavy growl, causing me to raise an eyebrow in question. 

In all levels of seriousness, I didn't think I'd find myself stuck in my school's janitor closet with my alpha this morning when I woke up. As usual, I expected my day to go, breakfast, best friends, suffer between the hours of seven and two. After that, go home, shower, train; then had the party my parents and pack decided to throw for me. Pulling my brown hair into a ponytail, I watched as Micheal eyed me. His brown eyes burned with desire as he attempted to step towards me but fell short. 

He gave out a growl and turned to face the wall to his right. His eyes began to glow off of the bottle of cleaners as he lifted his fist and slammed it against the bottles. I listened and watched as the bottles fell to the ground, filling the silent closet. He thought he was conflicted with finding out we were mates; imagine my surprise. Here, I thought I'd at least get someone who wanted me, but he was making it seem as though I was the ugliest woman in the world. 

"Samantha Analyse Lily, I - " I held my hand up, silencing him. I grabbed my bag from the ground and placed it over my shoulders, then fixed my hair so that it was in a messy bun instead of a ponytail. Pulling the hood of my hoodie up, I returned my attention towards Micheal, seeing a look cross his features. He had seemed surprised that I was getting to leave. I knew what would happen, and the only thing I could do was just let him reject me. He loved my sister too much, and I loved my sister as well. 

"Continue," I finally spoke, hearing my voice betrays me. As much as I wanted to pretend that I was okay with this. That I was okay with losing someone, I was supposed to love - someone that was supposed to love, and it didn't work. It made my skin crawl that I was willing to do this for my sister and my pack. I knew that while I also received training to be a Beta in case things didn't work out with my brother, I just wasn't strong enough to be the packs, Luna. 

"Samantha Analyse Lily, I, Michael James Moore, reject you as my mate and packs Luna." My body grew weak as it started to burn up. My body's temperature began to rise as I leaned back against the door, feeling myself grow dizzy. The pain had been unbearable as I thoughtlessly grabbed the doorknob to my right and twisted it. The door opened from my weight, causing me to fall out of the room and onto the hard ground. 

Small gasps filled the hallway as I closed my eyes. My body was exhausted. I was exhausted, even though I slept for fifteen hours the previous day. This was the rejection process. This was my body fighting against the death that was supposed to happen. At least, from what I grew up hearing. While I had let him reject me, I didn't have time to accept the rejection. Was this something all the rejected mates went through? Was this supposed to be Luna's way of giving mates a second chance? Make them go through something so unbearable that the other mate can't accept the rejection? 

"Is that Alpha Moore? What was he doing in the closet with Samantha?" The whispers started to follow me into my own thoughts. I wasn't strong enough to block the rest of the pack. They would all know that I'm supposed to be his mate. Opening my eyes, I went to stand up but found that my legs wouldn't hold me up. When did the strength leave my body? Was it when I fell? 

"Mikey, what were you doing in the closet with my sister?" Alexis. What was he going to tell you? Was he going to tell you the truth, or was he going to lie? Allowing my eyes to shift towards Alexis, I watched as she got on her knees and attempted to comfort me. My eyes grew wide as I slapped her hand away from me. This had surprised those who were around and knew us. Alexis, Levi, and I got along like crazy. We were always together and got along a lot better than most siblings.