I now understand what Hell feels like. It's an overwhelming feeling of rejection, like I'm missing the most important part of my existence.
I was angry, unbelievably angry, and that was dangerous. I felt my wolf surfacing and I grabbed a picture frame off my dresser, chucking it at my wall, hoping to release some of the tension coursing through my body.
I quickly realized I had made a mistake when the glass shattered against the wall and the angry fire in my veins burned brighter. I felt my eyes shift black and my vision hone in on the broken frame.
"Fuck." I heard Reese's concerned voice from the doorway. "Don't loose control Whit! You're Luna now you can do way more damage than you think."
He took a tentative step in my direction and an involuntary growl slipped past my lips. "Don't come any closer."
"Whitley, you need to stay in control of your body. You're shaking." He reasoned inching forward again. Turns out disobedience no longer sits well with me. Another growl slipped past my clenched teeth, this one completely voluntary. My eyes flicked to his face instantly and I turned to face him. His expression was a mix between innocence and worry, it looked out of place on such a large man. The worry in his eyes kicked some sense into my brain as it took in the shakiness of my body. I went to take a deep breath, hoping to calm my emotions as a new smell filled the house. My body instantly reacted and any rational thought I had vanished, this time in a bad way.
From there all hell broke loose, it was like I saw red and I was ready to destroy anything that stood in my way.
My brain now related everything and anything within the subjects of mates to anger and rejection.
Reese noticed my shift in mood and was instantly on his toes, ready to contain me if necessary. I took the first thing in arms reach, which just so happened to be a vase of flowers I got for my birthday and threw them in the direction of my door. Reese was instantly on the floor dodging the flying vase and it shattered on the wall across the hall.
Two seconds later Fletcher came around the corner, his eyes wide as he looked from the broken flower vase to me.
Time slowed down after that, as soon as my eyes met his my anger shot through the roof. I never knew I could be so angry. In an instant I went to attack. Reese tried to wrap his arms around me to keep me back but I expected it and quickly dodged his arms. He's always tried to be the peace keeper. Once I was close enough I noticed Elliot back behind Fletcher with a look of approval along with a little flash of amusement and it only fueled my anger more.
Before I could even land a blow to Fletcher's stupidly perfect face he had both of my wrist in his hands and was turning to push me roughly into the wall of our hallway. I struggled to fight against him and the tingle running through my entire body from his hands around my wrists and his hips pressing mine firmly into the wall.
I was not going down without a fight.
"Calm drown Whitley. Now." He ordered me, his alpha tone laced securely around his demand, just pissing me off even more.
"CALM DOWN?? REALLY ALL YOU'RE GOING TO DO IS TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND FLETCHER? YOU KNEW FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW THAT MAKES ME FEEL? HOW REJECTED IT MAKES ME FEEL? HOW MUCH IT MAKES ME WANT TO FUCKING HATE YOU? AND THEN YOU WALTZ INTO MY HOUSE AND TRY TO ORDER ME AROUND? DON'T YOUR EVER TRY TO USE YOUR FUCKING ALPHA VOICE ON ME AGAIN FLETCHER ADAMS! IT DOESN'T FUCKING WORK ONE ME ANYM-" my screaming rant was cut short by his lips connecting roughly with mine as he pushed my body back even further into the wall.
I tried with every rational fiber in my body to remain stiff but his lips set off a whole new kind of fire through my body, making it nearly impossible to resist him.
By the time his tongue was forcing it's way between my lips I was no longer putting up a fight and basically handed all of my dignity to him on a silver platter.
I wiggled my arms against his hands trying to break free as I kissed Him back just a hungrily as he was me. My hands were dying to sink into his gorgeous blond hair but his grip tightened on my wrist causing me to let out a frustrated moan. His hands moved to intertwine tightly with my fingers and he let out a soft groan as his lips began to travel across my jaw.
The simultaneous sounds of a forced cough and a throat being cleared pulled us out of this fantasy world we quickly constructed and I leaned my head back against the wall closing my eyes. Fletcher didn't move away from me and he pulled his lips from my skin. He rested his head beside mine, his forehead resting against the wall and his body still connected to mine tightly.
"Why don't you want me?" I barely recognized the broken voice as it slipped out of my trembling lips. Fuck! I can't cry in front of him! I will not cry in front of him.
The question hung in the air as his body went limp against mine. As soon as I had enough room I yanked my hands free from his hold and placed them against his chest shoving his body off mine.
"Get out." I demanded, letting my newly obtained authority take over. It won't work on him, just like his no longer works on me, but that didn't stop me from putting everything I had into those two little words. I saw Elliot and Reese bow their heads on instinct at my tone.
Fletcher didn't move, his eyes met mine and I felt every emotion he had wrapped up in those sad green eyes: the hurt and heartache, rejection, and lastly a little sliver of hope and determination.
I stood my ground and soon enough Elliot was escorting Fletcher down the stairs and out the door.
As soon as my ears registered the click of the front door I crumbled, sliding down the wall and curling myself into my legs. The tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I sobbed into my jeans. My brothers came and sat beside me, neither of them saying a word. Reese grabbed my hand and started rubbing comforting circles into the palm trying to calm me down. Elliot wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me into him allowing me to continue my meltdown on his shoulder while he softly petted my hair. It felt like I had cried for hours before I finally passed out with my head in Elliot's lap and my legs thrown across Reese's.
