How to Handle Rejection - Maybe

Chapter 7

I tried to scramble to the edge of the cage to get around him, but he quickly grabbed me by the scruff and tossed me onto his shoulder. I didn't struggle, because I knew it would be useless. I only shivered in his iron grip. His beta was walking behind him, right in front of me. If looks could kill...

Crone opened a door, and shut it in the beta's face. I heard his irritated breath, but Crone ignored it. He dropped me onto a couch. I let out a very long and high pitched whine, turning my head away from his glowering gaze. I huddled into the back of the cushions.

Crouching before me, he studied my reaction. "Why are you in my territory? Who are you? You're an omega, yet you fight like an alpha?" he listed his questions. I glanced at him, flinching. I heard a frusterated growl sound from his chest. I let out another whine, opening my mouth as I did so to add to the effect.

"Shift." he commanded. My head snapped up to look at him, shocked. His gaze deepened. "Shift." he repeated. I shook my head. I couldn't shift, nor speak. He would recognize me. He stood up impatiently, and went down a hallway, out of view. He returned with a blanket in hand. "Shift, female." he tossed it onto my head.

I beat it down with my paw and looked up defiantly. He grabbed my muzzle in his hand and stared at me. His eyes narrowed. "I know you from somewhere. Where? Have you been following me?" he snarled. I snorted. As if. I snapped. My eyes widened as I realized my mistake. But it was too late. He knew who I was.

He recoiled, as if I had some kind of disease. I felt my heart break all over again. "What the hell are you doing here?" he practically shouted. I shrunk back again, whining. "Shift, Omega." He was using his alpha tone. I had nothing left to do but obey. 

I grabbed the edge of the blanket in my mouth and held it up, shaking it up and down a little. He got the idea with a sigh. He held it up so he couldn't see me shift. With my hands, a grabbed it and held it against me. It was very awkward just sitting there naked beneath a blanket. I kept my gaze on the floor.

"How did you find me, Omega?" he demanded. I glared up at him for a second. "Were you following me?" he went on. "Like I said," I snapped back, "I would never follow you. Ever." This earned me a growl, and I went back to looking at the ground. "Manners, Omega." 

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not the only one." I mumbled. His hand flashed out, grabbing my chin. His angry was inches from my scared one. This was the first time that I got a good look at him. At the party, it was too dark for me to see his features, but not here. His eyes were a golden yellow, and his jawline was well defined. His hair was slightly shaggy, and it was jet black. It had a natural shine to it.

He saw me take in his looks, and scowled. He dropped his hand back to his side. "Don't roll your eyes at me. I'll send you back into those cages." he threatened. I smirked. "I don't think those could hold me even if you tried. Did you not see me bend those rusty things?" My smirk deepened at his growl of irritation.

My stomach growled again. He eyed me, then sighed and took my wrist. "Come on, I'll get you some food..." I used my other hand to hold the blanket around me as he pulled me, a little too forcefully, to his kitchen. He dropped my hand when we got to some bar stools. "Sit."

I wrapped the blanket tighter around me and I sat awkwardly on the edge of the stool. He kept looking around on the counter. "Where the hell..." he sighed. "Are you looking for a streak?" I asked softly. He turned to me, eyes narrowed. "How'd you know that?" he said cautiously.

I shifted in my seat under his gaze. "Uh, your beta gave it to me..." I couldn't meet his eyes. Though I did glance up when he gave a dumb "Oh." He turned to the fridge. "I guess some leftovers will have to do." Opening one of the double doors, he looked around at the plastic containers inside. He pulled one out and opened it, but pulled away. "Ugh." I could smell the horrible stench from my spot across the kitchen from him. 

He opened a cabinet and tossed the container into it. A soft plasticy swish sounded. Trash can. I realized. His gaze flicked over to me. Right, the link was still open. I looked up at the ceiling. Crone turned back to the still-open fridge and pulled out another container. This time, it smelt fresh. He pulled open a drawer and grabbed a fork. 

Setting it down in front of me, he watched me try to find out what it was. At first I thought it was just yellow mush, until I saw round stuff in it. It was just shells and cheese. I felt my gaze widen happily at it, and before I could stop myself, I smiled hungrily. I picked up the fork and practically shoved it all down my throat.

Only once I was done did I realize how gross that probably looked like. I glanced up at Crone, slowly setting my fork down. His face was slightly amused, but other than that, it didn't look like he really cared. Of course not. I sighed, looking down at my hands in my lap. I felt the air stiffen as he heard my thoughts, but he didn't say anything about them.

"How old are you?" he asked suddenly. I thought for a moment before quietly replying, "What's today's date?" I felt his mind try to wrap around why I didn't know the date, but he didn't ask aloud. "June tenth." I took in a deep breath. It had been exactly one month since Barbie's death. I couldn't help but think back to that day.

I closed my eyes in longing for my old friend. I felt Crone probbing my thoughts and I shut him out. Just long enough for me to get them under control. He growled and I opened my eyes to glare at him. "Don't shut me out." he ordered and I rolled my eyes again. He punched the granite counter.

"Dammit, Omega! What did I just tell you?" he shouted. I stood with the blanket. "I don't think I should tell you my age, nor birthday! You don't even know my name!" I shouted back. His brows furrowed and he took a large step to get right in my face. I kept my angry gaze as he did.

"Tillian Wizat, daughter of Alpha Dean Wizat, tell me your age." he ordered coldly. My omega side returned, and I sat back down. "I will be twenty on the nineteenth." I mumbled. Crone sat down on the chair beside mine, sighing. I adjusted the blanket, and he just sat there playing with the fork. After a few more minutes of silence, he turned back to me. "I'm twenty-three." he grumbled. I didn't say anything, and neither did he.