"I, Noah Harper, reject you Peyton Di Angelo."
I smirk at him, ignoring both my wolf's and heart's protests. "I, Peyton Di Angelo, accept your rejection."
He looked between the lines of shocked and confused, "What?"
I rolled my eyes. Typical; Expecting me to beg on my knees, crying my eyeballs out.
"I accept it, stupid. I'm not going waste my tears over something that's not going to change." I replied, surprised at the confidence. My brothers would be so proud of me, right now.
"I hate you," He simply said, my heart cracking for what seemed like the millionth time today.
I smile mischievously at my "mate". "Feeling's mutual."
With that I walked away from a gaping Noah.
Things don't always go the way you plan them to, my little mate.
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