Rejected

Chapter Twenty Six

I woke up on my comfortable bed back at the pack house with Lucifer staring down at me. It appeared to be dark outside so it was already night time. As I sat up, memories of what happened in the woods came rushing back to me, hitting my brain like a wrecking ball.

Lucifer had a smirk on his face as his black eyes began shining as if he was reading my mind at the moment, and that's when things began to click together.

"You little bastard!" I yelled, as I raised my hand to slap him but he caught it in an instant. "Why did you do this to me?" I couldn't think of any reason as to why he would do such a thing like that to me.

He took my hand in his and brought it up to his mouth before placing a gentle kiss on it. "Because you my dear, are my queen. You always have been." 

When he used to be around more often, he would always call me his queen but I didn't think anything of it besides a sweet gesture because I was his wife. Now I was beginning to question everything about us.

"I know you're the king of Hell but I am not the queen of there and I don't want to be." I was speaking very fast at this point as I tried to process everything and make sense of it at the same time.

"From since when you were born, your rightful place was besides my throne." The way he said everything just sounded so casual, but it was anything but that. This was a whole complicated mess on another twisted level.

"How does that even make sense? If I was meant to be with you, then that means you would have been chosen as my mate or whatever your kind may call it." My mind was all over the place right now.

"You are my soulmate Amahle, but that bitch goddess that created werewolves didn't want us to be together, which is why she took away your wolf," he paused, staring deeply into my eyes as if looking into my soul. "I didn't create Elvira. Elvira is your wolf and she has always been a part of you."

Thinking about what he said about Elvira, it made a little bit of sense. There had been times when I had woken up and just wanted to murder someone, but I always punched a wall which made everything better.

"You have always been who you are. She tried to hide you from your true self." He pulled me onto his lap as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. "She tried to give you away to someone who doesn't deserve you." 

It was probably true about the mate thing, because that explains why I am not in pain for rejecting the mating bond between Brock and I. It only hurt just a little when I saw him and that still didn't hurt like what I have heard rejected mates feel.

"I guess you're right," I said as I rested my head on his chest. 

"You know that he is," Elvira said in my head. "And welcome back Amahle."