How to Handle Rejection - Maybe

Chapter 15

As I rinsed the silt and dirt off of me, I listened to Crone move about the house. Although his mind wasn't entirely open, I noticed that it was working up a storm. Sighing, I turned the shower off and stepped out. Crone had managed to set out a towel and some clothes without me noticing him. I smiled lightly and dried myself off with the white, fluffy towel.

I immediatley widened my eyes and scolded myself. I should not be smiling, even if he did save me from those idiot wolves. He had taken me without my consent, mate or not. That is illegal, even for wolves. I shook my head in anger and disappointment. I must not turn soft to him.  I must show him I am no longer an omega, and that I am perfectly capable of fending for myself.

This thought led to a plan. I would have to set my thoughts on how mates are supposed to be aside and suck it up. With a sly grin, I tied the towel around myself under my armpits and walked out of the bathroom. Crone was still downstairs, but he was headed toward the stairs. Perfect. I thought. Quickly, I moved silently into his room and moved behind the door.

I remained silent until he had gotten past the door before I shut it. He straightened as I said, "Crone." in a surprisingly seductive, yet dominating, voice. He turned to look at me in a bewildered gaze. I gave him a hard look of my own as I approached him. "Even if you are my mate, and even if you're an alpha, you don't rape people." I growled.

His curious look turned into a glare. "What will you be able to do about it, Omega?" he sneered. I smiled crookedly. "I was hoping you'd say that." I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled down with a hard thrust, ripping his shirt and putting him on his knees. "You're so self-centered, Crone. You believe that you're stronger, better than anyone else. You're wrong."

I gave his chest a hard kick, sending him backwards. I crouched down beside him. Crone growled and tried to stand, but a quick hand to the neck brought him forcefully back down. "Although I was an omega, my father still trained me like he would a son. I am much stronger than my feeble body reveals." I laughed.

"So this is payback?" Crone asked with his own small chuckle, although he had my hand gripping his juggular. "I can do whatever I please with you, Tillian." A grin slowly creeped up along his face, making his golden eyes sparkle evilly. "I'm letting you overpower me. I was curious as to how it felt. But now I'm not." he continued.

He grabbed my wrist and peeled it away from his throat. My eyes widened in shock. It was like I was moving it myself, yet I was pushing back as hard as I could. Swiftly, he jumped up and put his feet under him, pulling me up with him. "You are stronger than you seem, I have to admit, but I am stronger, and I am better than anyone else." he breathed darkly into my face.

When I tried to pull back, he held me in place. I used my other hand to shove him, but he grabbed that one, too. "You won't be able to move, Tillian. Such a waste of energy if you try to." he chuckled. Another idea sparked into my mind as he reached to rip the towel off of me. I pulled my arms together, so my bent wrists were touching my exposed shoulders, and made a go for it.

Using Crone's firm hold to lift my feet up, I used all my strength to kick him in his stomach. He let go of me as the wind was knocked out of him with a loud oof, and I quickly shifted. The window was still open, so I jumped through onto the roof. The drop wasn't as bad as the apartment's, and I was able to recover within a second. 

I ran towards the prison cells, where Maka was waiting. He didn't look surprised to see me rip the bars apart. He jumped through them without a word, and we turned towards the woodline. Already, Crone sent out an order, and his wolves blocked our escape. You're the one with the plan, so what next? Maka asked.

I snorted. This wasn't part of it. I replied. Run for it, I guess. He nodded, and we took off. The wolves, not used to a pair of wolves running towards them, froze up. Before they registered what to do, Maka and I leapt over their backs and continued through the trees. The beta looked slightly impressed when I turned my head to see if they followed.

Of course, they did, and soon after, Crone led them. He looked insanely pissed, with spit flying as he ran after us. We're almost there, Tilly! We can make it! Maka said just before Crone tackled him. I skidded to a halt and turned on my mate with my own snarl and spit. Crone stood over Maka and growled at me. This was another challenge, and I wasn't going to let him beat me for a third time.

I jumped forward and slipped underneath him, just as Maka pulled away, and grabbed Crone's neck. He rolled forward as I kept going, bringing him on his back once again. I snapped at his muzzle and ran once more, Maka at my side. Crone tried to follow, but we had already crossed his border. Our wits scattered, Maka and I continued to run.

When we finally stopped, we had reached the town I had stayed at earlier. Our heads low and our tongues unfurled, Maka and I padded through the streets. I used to stay by a butcher. He seemed nice, and he gave me food. I explained, and showed him to the window. When I stuck my head into view, I saw the butcher holding a little girl. Must be his daughter. Maka assumed.

The butcher turned his head and saw us standing there, Maka bloody, and both of us drooping in exhaustion. He smiled at us sadly and set down the girl. He went into the back for a few minutes, and returned with plates in each hand. A pretty woman, around his age, followed with bowls, walking slowly. Water. I immediatley realized, wagging my tail.

They came out and set the meat and water down in front of us and patted our head. We gave them as much gratitude as we could show in our tired eyes and dug in. As we were eating, the butcher and his wife came back out with some blankets and a table. They set the blankets under the table and returned inside once more.

By the time Maka and I finished our food and lapped the water dry, it was beginning to grow dark. I dragged my tired body over to the blankets and curled up, Maka following behind me. I didn't mind sleeping beside him, our furs touching. I knew he wouldn't actually harm me like Crone, even if he plays a little rough.

Maka was a good wolf. He was nice, caring, and had a nice sense of humor. He knows how to pull people out of a grumpy mood. He was the best wolf I could ask for to escape with me.