Two Rejects

Chapter 35 - Two Unlikely Lovers

A/N: Extra long chapter and some smut--what more could you ask for lolol

It's a dark room. So dark in fact that I'm not entirely sure if I'm in a room. It feels like I'm in an empty space and I don't quite understand it. I look around—wondering if I've died and somehow gone elsewhere.

"You're rejecting your Mark." A male voice suddenly echoes in my brain. For some reason, it doesn't startle me and instead I feel comfort. The voice is unexplainably beautiful and resonates power. "I've never seen this before."

I start looking around—mainly frightened by my confusion and inability to understand what's happening. My gaze finally lands on a set of eyes. They're golden with specks of brown. I can't see anything else. It's like staring at a set of eyes in the dark. They're practically glowing and incredibly haunting.

My voice isn't working. It feels like I'm fading away like a radio station when you've driven too far. The eyes appear and disappear. I stare at them until they're gone. Before they've completely disappeared, whoever it is, manages to say, "We'll meet again soon."

And suddenly I'm alone.

I jolt awake, breathing heavily like I've drowned and quickly gasped for air. It's dark outside and all I see is the glow of the moonlight stream into the room. I'm in my bedroom. The smell of Matthew instantly calming me down. My hands knot into my hair as I repeat, It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

Almost instantly, sense a soreness at my neck and feel the urge to cry. I wish what Bren did could just be from a nightmare and instead I'm realizing it really happened. I quickly focus on my body—determining that I no longer have a fever and that I feel—for a lack of a better word—okay. Physically anyways. At least I'm conscious.

Are you okay? I ask my wolf.

Traumatized. She answers honestly. Her whimpering suddenly deflating me, What if Matthew doesn't want us anymore?

I decide not to think that way. I stand up from the bed—wondering what time it could be. Wondering where Matthew is. I reach up to my neck and feel a bandage covering the Mark. It's on my right side of the neck. A small—microscopic—tinge of joy hits the pit of my stomach knowing that this isn't where Matthew wanted to Mark me. His intentions and nuzzles and kisses were always directed to my left. At least Bren didn't ruin that.

But he ruined a lot. Too much. Having your Mark is something sacred. It happens behind closed doors because it's meant to be intimate. It's meant to show your love for your mate. I start to feel tears streaming my cheeks as I realize that's been taken from me. I feel utterly violated and everyone saw. Matthew watched it happen and the thought breaks my heart.

I feel sick. My body feels disgusted and gross. Somehow my mind ends up thinking of Bren's teeth in neck. The way it felt when he kissed me and grabbed me and then this. This disgusting and heinous crime that makes my stomach flip. I run to the bathroom—puking what little food I have in my stomach. Tears streaming down my face in absolute revulsion.

What a fucking dickwad, I scream to my wolf. The realization hits the both of us that Bren isn't going to stop until I'm back in Sparta. The notion of his forcing me back and forcing himself on me quickly making me dry heave again. If he was willing to Mark me like this, then I doubt that's going to stop him from doing other things.

I'll kill myself before I let any of that happen, I vow to my wolf. She agrees with me before she starts whining for Matthew. I quickly brush my teeth—my energy lackluster as I lean against the walls to walk out of the bedroom and down the staircase. I somehow ended up in Matthew's sweatpants and sweatshirt—his scent calming me immensely.