The Shadow Alpha

I could hear whispers around me, but the voices held no definition above the throbbing in my head and body.

“There's something I didn’t miss.’ I muttered to Shadow who cackled at my pain.

If you're wondering; yes, I have done this before. Once during my two years away at a pack in Australia, I came across a girl who had been rejected by her mate and every time that he mated with another, she felt excruciating pain.

Though nothing matches up to what I felt when I held onto Christopher, something told me that his mate was only claimed by another wolf, but also completed the mating process and if he didn't accept her rejection soon, he would eventually turn feral due to the pain or even die.

I had to speak to him and make sure he understood the implications of not accepting the rejection, it would hurt and he would feel empty inside, but wolves survived with the loss of their mates.

I groaned and sat up rubbing my temples to ease the pain, I looked down only to find that my hoodie and sweatpants had been removed and I was once again in the tank top I went to bed with the previous night.

The tension in my head eased up with the gentle pressure of my fingers and soon enough the haze cleared up enough for me to pinpoint each and every person who was in the room, I was once again acutely aware of my pack and surroundings.

I nudged him back lightly and he hurriedly let go, “I'm sorry.” he rushed out and scrambled away from me, I felt hurt by his rejection but the look in his eyes told me he thought I had pushed him away because he was too close.

Shoving off the blanket that had fallen to my waist, I crawled towards him where he sat on the edge of the bed out of my reach. I placed my hands on where his back was towards me and felt the muscles under my fingers tense up.

Losing my train of thought at the feeling of the taut muscles beneath my fingers, I regretfully pulled my hand away and watched as his shoulders fell in frustration.

“Devin?” I whispered softly and once again he flinched which caused me to shrink back slightly.

Our bond was not strong to begin with and I couldn't help, but feel like this was only tearing us apart even further. The distance between us- despite being only a few inches- felt like we were worlds apart.

The mixed emotions I was feeling coupled with the earlier trauma my body endured suddenly turned to anger. I felt my eyes growing hot, but the last thing wanted was to fight with him, especially in the state I was in. So I ran.

I jetted out the room, ignoring the strange looks and surprised gasps I got as I shoved people out of the way, I ignored the voices calling out my name and I dashed out of the pack house, into the forest.

My senses were heightened as I searched for any imminent danger or wandering pack members, picking up the scents of a few of warriors whom I assumed to be the border patrol I took off in the opposite direction, towards the West border.

I shifted mid-air, ripping the little clothing I wore to shreds and ran at the speed of lightning, pushing myself harder than I ever had before.

I could still feel the burning pain of rejection, even though Devin had accepted me as his mate I could still feel the underlying pain of being rejected and I had no idea why. Every book that I'd read regarding mates and the mate bond said that the pain of rejection only goes away by accepting the rejection or the rejected mate being accepted by their mate once again.

Something was terribly wrong and I had no idea what it was.

I guess I'll have to find out.