I got back to my apartment at around six in the morning. I fumbled through my purse for my keys but I could not find them. Luckily my door also used a passcode so I input the code and went inside. I was supposed to be at work in two hours so I headed straight to the bathroom and took the longest shower of my life.
That was my first time and I had shamelessly done it with a complete stranger whom I knew nothing about. After I took a shower, I dried my hair and then got ready for work. All through out my routine my mind kept replaying the previous night like a movie on loop. I found myself fantasizing over and over about this mystery man.
Then it hit me, his name, Zayne. Or maybe that was not his name but a nickname he had branded himself for such activities which before that day I had thought that I would do with my fated mate and it would feel like magic. I will not deny the fact that it felt better than anything I had ever experienced in my life but I thought with my fated mate it would feel like I was floating on clouds.
I snapped back to reality when I realized that I had to go to work. I had to see Mr Quinnell who the previous day had rejected me in the most degrading and humiliating manner known to my kind and maybe that was why I had ended up in the arms of another man who made me feel seen and desired. I had refused to quit my job because I not only had to make a living but I also knew I could not get away from him after all he was the Alpha of my pack.
I locked my door after I was done and headed to work ready for a day I knew would be filled with embarrassment and shame. As I walked into the office I could feel their eyes burn my skin with questions and their whispers which they made obvious by trying to make not so obvious.
"I heard she confessed to the Alpha claiming to be his mate."
"Yes, and he rejected her."
"What did she expect? To be made our Luna?"
"I know right, like that is so embarrassing."
"If I were her, I would have already quit and moved away."
"She will live as a lone wolf her whole life."
"True, who would want to mark a rejected mate?"
This whispers burnt through me and hurt me more than I was ready to show so I just pretended not to care and to be cool with it and even though tears threatened to flow like rivers I just held my head high.
Walking to my desk which was right outside his office I wondered what was going through his head at the moment. Was he happy that he had made me a laughing stock? But then again I had done this to myself all by myself.
"Good morning sir," I stood to greet him as usual but this time I did not smile and just held my head low.
"Morning Arielle" he answered with a tone so indifferent to everything that had happened but it seemed to hold within it contempt.
"Could you grab me my usual coffee? I forgot it on my way up."
"Yes sir, of course." I answered
My head was still held low and his apathy seemed to pull at my heart strings as tears threatened to stream down once more. I knew that I was a cry baby. I had been informed of this fact a lot before but it seemed that whenever I was emotional tears always followed, whether I was happy, sad or angry. I left and headed to the coffee shop grabbing both his order and mine to go. The caffeine in my iced coffee seemed to swallow back the tears and put me back in a better mood.
I knocked on the door to his office and his deep voice ushered me in. I walked in to find the man from the previous night seated on the guest seats. When he saw me he stood up and smiled. My heart beat so fast that I felt like it would pop out of my chest at any moment. The coffee in my hand slipped and fell to the floor spilling all over the rug. Mr Quinnell who seemed to be unaware of the situation looked at me shocked at my clumsiness. He seemed to want to say something but the tall, pale-skinned man beat him to it.
"Hello wife." His voice echoed.
I felt a whirlwind of emotions sweep through the room.
"Wife?" Mr Quinnell inquired clearly shocked and angry at whatever drama was occuring in his office.
I wanted to explain that it meant nothing and that there was no way I was married to this man but he beat me to it.
"Yes Mr Quinnell, wife, this beautiful woman you see here is my Luna."
These words struck me into oblivion.
"Mr Ravenscroft, this is no time for jokes right after you walked into my territory without any prior warning."
Mr Ravenscroft? He was the Alpha of the Remun pack which owned a territory right beside my own pack. The Blue moon pack. I had just mated and been marked by an Alpha of the rival pack.
"Ravenscroft? " I managed to word in between my own sort of panic attack.
"Yes dear wifey?" He answered
"Mr Ravenscroft!" Shouted Mr Quinnell his voice echoing through the building.
"I came to take my wife and mate with me. I hope you have no problem with that Mr Quinnell." Answered Zayne calmly but his eyes burning red with rage.
"I rejected her yesterday and furthermore she belongs to my pack you can not make her your Luna." Growled Mr Quinnell.
Then he turned to me,
"Did you betray your pack? Answer me !"