Rejection For the Rejectee (Werewolf SoulMate) COMPLETED

23 - "Enjoy The Night Motherfucker"

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***Zed***

Valentine? Phee is here? With Tilly's blood still drenching my snout, I looked around drawing the air through my nose and ultra-sensitive senses. Tilly's blood was all I got. I cursed myself in that moment, but then I saw Phee curled up in the foetal position to the side of the fighting Were's. A deep brown wolf rushes to her side. I blink and just as suddenly Zandra in leaning over Phee's body and calling her name. What was Zandra doing here?!

I look around again and just noticed Flynn's humungous sandy wolf barrelling through the humans, ripping their guns out of their hands. Cam's dark wolf looked like it was having the time of his life and I saw many enforcers in the fray. The humans were being steadily beaten back. I rushed to Val's side. Zandra had turned her over and putting pressure on what looked like a bullet wound in her stomach. Oh shit... she was the one who jumped in front of me?!

I quickly shifted and fell on my knees next to Zandra. "Oh God, Phee..." I mutter and hover my hands over her face. She looked so pale... My hands were battered away though before I could even touch her skin. "What the hell, Zandra?!" I snap at her. She may be my Alpha but she was keeping me from my Mate and that made me not give a shit. She glared at me with more venom than I thought a wolf could hold.

"Hell no, Zed. You're the reason she's in this position in the first place! So back the fuck off from my Best Friend!" I was stunned. Zandra called Flynn to get his arse over there to help her but I was paralyzed. I only came to again when Flynn put his hands on my Mate. At that my wolf came alive, seeing our own Alpha as a threat. I growled and started to shift. I went to lunge at him but a couple enforcers came to hold me back. I wrestled against them, thrashing and cursing them and their whole families to death. Flynn didn't even spare me a glace as he lifted my limp mate into his arms and hurried away towards the direction of the pack house. Zandra threw me a glare before turning to the Enforcers holding me back.

"Get him into the holding cells. Knock him out if you have to. The rest of you start to clear this up. Call the witches for help if need be." She turned on her heel and hurried after Flynn and my own Mate. Oh hell no would she lock me up! She couldn't fucking do that to me!

I roared and struggled against my bounds. I'm sure my eyes must have been flashing with supernatural power. The enforcers behind me grunted and shouted for help. One of the enforcers I knew quite well came up in front of me.

"Sorry for this serge," he said before placing a very well aimed punch to my face, knocking me out cold.

Dammit, but I trained these men too well.

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I came to in a damp cold place. The memories flooded me and I shot up only to be hindered by a big chunk of metal around my neck and wrists. What the fuck, did they actually chain me the fuck up?! I followed the piece of metal to the wall of the cell. Yeah they fucking did. Fucking fuck tards!

I immediately started yanking at them, but they were in good. I growled in frustration and my wolf did so too. Neither of us liked being locked up, and so far away from our mate, who we could still feel through our bond.

"Okay, you need stop before you hurt yourself. Val would kill me is you came back to her battered and bruised because even if you don't deserve it, she cares about you." Zandra dragged a chair and set it in front of the bars of my cell. She sat down and crossed her legs, then eyed me with her hazel gaze. This wasn't the sweet Zandra; this was Alpha Zandra Downton demanding to be obeyed. I opened my mouth but she beat me to it. "Before you ask, Val is fine, for the most part. She's in a medically induced coma so that the Pack Doctor can get all the bullets out and she doesn't try and shift while she still has all that shit in her system." I snapped my mouth shut. She looked me over again and sighed. She rubbed her eyes and only then did I see the dark under her eyes. I hadn't thought about how this must have affected her.

Zandra came home to find her Beta shot, her ex-Beta killed and her mate's Beta doing the killing. Not to mention that not only that but it's also her best friend. I'm such a bastard.

She let loose a weary sigh. "Look, Zed, I'm looking out for my best friend here. I don't think you realise just how much this has all affected her. Now because she's knocked out upstairs, I'm going to take this opportunity to explain some things to you."

Explain some things to me? What more is there to know?

"Look, you think you have Val all figured out, but you couldn't be more wrong. She is far more complicated than you could ever imagine. She has issues with being left alone, being left behind... being rejected. But this isn't just because of you. It is a bit, but these issues were there before you were even in the picture." What is she saying? "You probably know how Val was before, but there was a reason for it. You see, she needed the attention. I'm not making excuses for her, I'm giving reasons. There is a huge difference between excuses and reasons." She took a deep breath. "This might be hard for you to comprehend, but... Valentine was born a twin. An identical twin. Her sister's name was Valarie. When they were born, they were quite sickly. They managed to save Valentine but they were too late to help Valarie because they had treated Val first. After that Val suffered from a syndrome of missing her twin sister. You have to understand that they were together from the start, and then she was taken from her. Val has had a hole in her heart from the day she was born." Oh my God. I had never known... Zandra carried on. "She filled that hole with meaningless people, friends and guys. Now before you can flip out again, she never took them further than one evening, and that was in extreme cases. And then... her dad died. Then her mum killed herself. Every fear she had ever had came back in those months. Her parents never blamed her for Valarie's death, but she sure as hell did. Then she blamed herself for her dad's death and later her mother's. Then... you came along."

Oh God this was it. No, please I don't want to hear it!

"She saw you and thought that maybe, finally, she could have someone who would care for her lovingly and maybe fill that humongous gape in her heart. But, as you know, that didn't happen." I hung my head in shame. I was such a dick. "I had to help her through those months after that. She went to the RAF, made friends, met Cam, and I thought that maybe she had finally healed. She hadn't. Then all this shit happened with Tilly: you not believing her, being shot, everyone turning their backs on her.... I fear she's even worse than she was before. I fear she may not want to come back."

"I screwed up, didn't I?" I whispered, as if afraid of the words.

"Screwed up? You've screwed it every which way and danced on it afterwards. The only problem I have now is that you may have tipped it over the edge, but you are the only one with the power to tip it back again." She looked at me solemnly. "I put you down here because one, I didn't want you mauling anyone if you tried to fight your way to Val, and two I wanted some private time to explain this all to you. I think you're sober now, but I'm going to leave you down here until Val is awake and lucid because while she is out of commission, I have best friend rights on what to do with you until then, so I'm going to give you some grief for what you did." She stood and placed the chair back where she had gotten it. She paused in front of my cell again. "So because of that, I hope you enjoy the night with the spelled rats, motherfucker."

With that she walked away. Zandra could be the biggest sweetheart in the world, but damn did that woman have a mean streak a mile long, especially when it came to her best friend.

I pulled my feet onto the stone bed I was sitting on, mindful of those bloody spelled rats in this place. God, she was a cruel woman. Never am I going to get on her bad side again, have I vowed to myself.

This is the time I need to figure how I'm going to make it up to the love of my life.

I am so doomed.

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hope you liked the update, (notice it was longer this time? eh? eh?) and again i'm asking about the possible next story i might write, but i only will if i have the support. Comment below if you want it! details in the previous chap.

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