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The Rejection Chronicles 

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“Hello? Who is it?” A scrawny man called out, looking around the estate. “We are not accepting visitors, photographers, or anyone else. Please leave … whoever you people are.”

I glared at the guy slightly, not liking his attitude with me. Werewolf scent flowed off his body, clearly stating that he was also a werewolf. Why would he not be one, I mean this was a house full of werewolves. This sudden closeness to my family had a bunch of mumbo jumbo roaming through my brain and it was like I couldn't even control it let alone my wolf.

Tell this fool to move! My wolf snapped impatiently.

“How about family,” I remarked back, standing to my full height. I towered over the short, little man by a good inch. I held my face as blank as I could as I looked him dead in the eye and dared him to turn me away. This was my moment, MINE, and no one was going to ruin this for me.

He gulped and held out his shaky hand. “T-this w-way p-p-please…” He turned around and ushered us into the mansion, leading us with his hand to a waiting room. His wolf was giving in under my intense power and his fear was radiating off his body.

I felt a little bad for making him fear me but he started it when he wanted to be rude. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and looked at Chase who was staring at me intently. “What?” I asked, taking a seat on one of the fancy couches in the waiting area. I knew that look in his eye and it was the look that screamed, my bad butt mate.

“I like this demanding side of you,” he growled lowly, winking in my direction.

I rolled my eyes and was about to reply when a scent washed over me. I turned my head just in time to see a boy around my age walking by with headphones in his ears. His dark brown hair flipped around in a messy way and his body was built the way any royal would be built… but maybe a little more. He looked oddly familiar, like I saw him before but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. School… no it couldn’t be school, why in the world would he be in my old school when he lives in Paris.

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