Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 7

Alora’s POV con’d

Matt is trying to shush Sarah, to get her to stop, but she never stops, she’s an evil bitch and won’t be

satisfied till she’s made everyone feel squashed beneath her black and pink stilettos. The wind blows

his scent my way as the confrontation goes on, and I smell it, the sent of my mate.

The conversation melts into the background as I stare at Matt, and my heart instantly breaks. It couldn’t

be. Why would the Moon Goddess be so cruel as to choose him for my mate. My sister’s boyfriend,

please don’t let her find out.

The wind blows back in the other direction, Matt stops trying to get Sarah to calm down and sniffs the

air, he turns in my direction and my heart stops beating for a moment. The look on his face when he

see who it was, is of pure disgust and disbelief.

My heart is now shattering, and I can hear Xena whimper inside from the pain she is also feeling,

because we both know, we were being rejected. Our mate would never accept us. I must have made a

sound, because Kian and Galen are on either side of me each touching an arm.

“What’s wrong?” it was Kian who asked first.

“You look like you are about to shatter.” Galen said in a worried tone.

There was no point in hiding it, and I know my sister will spread just how pathetic I am. So I tell them,

“Matt is my mate.” my tone is low, despondent and husky. The two wolves look up at Matt and the look

on his face, they both look back at me with sorrowful eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” whispers Galen,

“Yeah, you should have better then what’s coming.” said Kian.

“It’s okay.” I tell them. “Somehow I knew today was going to be a very bad day for me, I just didn’t

realize how bad.” I feel the ringing in my ears as I start walking in Matt’s direction.

“Time to get this over with.” I say.

We meet in between our two groups. Darien is still putting down Sarah and her posy. Matt is tall, six

one, he’s also blond with blue eyes, lean with defined muscle, and a Beta’s son. The perfect mate for

someone in my family. But the look in his eye’s said he did not find me appealing.

Of course he’s been just as disparaging of my dark looks as my sister, since they got together almost

four years ago. They’d been on and off for those years, off when my sister wanted to fuck someone

else for a while, on when she found out Matt was also fucking some other she-wolf or human female. I

knew what was coming, but it was still going to hurt.

“You!” Matt bit out. “No! You can’t be my mate, I don’t accept you.” he said loudly enough that everyone

had stopped and was looking, most of the rest of the school was arriving. So now we were in the

middle of an audience. I felt so humiliated, being rejected in public like this, wasn’t fate cruel enough to

me!

“I Matthew Frost Stonemaker Reject you Alora Frost Northmountain.” I feel pain, but the bond is still

there, It takes a moment, but my name was changed legally and I hade made a new blood connection

to the Alpha with my new name, so he would have to use that to break the bond. He’s looking confused

as to why it’s not broken yet, so I tell him.

“I changed my name, it’s Alora Luna Heartsong now.” my voice is low and husky with pain.

“Whatever.” He bites out impatiently. ” I Matthew Frost Stonemaker Reject you Alora Luna Heartsong!”

he yells out viciously.

I felt like I had been struck by lightning inside my chest. The pain was electrical and fiery, it spread from

my chest into the rest of my body, I could feel Xena’s howl of pain inside my head, as she too feels this.

But it’s not done, I have to do my part, because there was no way I was going to stay tied to someone

who would reject what the Goddess gave them.

“I Alora Luna Heartsong Reject you Matthew Frost Stonemaker.” officially severing the bond, the pain

doubles inside me as it shreds, then travels back to Matt with triple the force, he drops to the ground

from it letting out a short pain filled howl.

Good! I think, It’s what the bastard deserves for hurting Xena and me. I hope karma comes back to

make him regret his decision, but I would not EVER accept him into our lives. I turn to walk away, fury

starting to burn in my chest, it was helping me to relieve the pain.

Darien and Serenity are standing next to each other, both had sad looks on their faces, the glow of first

love muffled in the wave of someone else’s heartbreak, my friend looks at Matt with anger on his face, NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Serenity’s changes to one of determination, of what I don’t know yet. I look to see Kian and Galen

looking sad for me as well, then there is fury as my sister steps up to me.

SLAP!!!! the sound of it rings out across the yard. I feel my cheek sting and know its instantly red with

her hand print on my face, she looks furious and insane. “HOW DARE YOU TRY AND STEAL MY

MALE!” she shrieks. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU DISGUSTING WRECH!” SLAP now there

is a hand print on my other cheek.

“HOW DARE YOU HURT HIM YOU SLUT!” SLAP “YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST ACCPTED HIS

REJECTION AND KEPT THE PAIN!” SLAP “IT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR TRYING TO TAKE HIM

FROM ME YOU BLIGHT!” as she goes for another slap a hand grabs her wrist an holds it in place.

I look up at Galen who’s holding her wrist, Kian was standing over Matthew, but he was still on the

ground in pain and weak from it. Serenity was standing in front of Sarah’s posse growling fiercely with

Darian hovering behind her alternating between looks of fury at them and worry and pride at his mate.

Galen throws Sarah away from us, she landed hard, with a yelp, on her ass in an undignified heap.

“You’re a right bitch you are, calling her the slut, the real slut is you. He deserves the pain he’s getting

and then some, you say how dare she? No. How dare he? The goddess blessed him, and he rejected

that blessing. You don’t reject the goddesses gift without suffering.” he says in a growl.

I’m shocked, the only other person who’s ever gone toe to toe with her for me before was Darien. They

had said they wanted to be my friends, and standing up for me. That, that makes them my friends.

Despite the pain and the slaps I was still standing, and the redness and swelling from her hitting me

would be gone in thirty minutes tops. After all the abuse they’ve dealt me, my body has compensated

by having a highly accelerated healing rate.

I have a small flashback to a time my father had me chained to a support beam in the basement and

whipped me till my back was nothing but raw bloody meat. I had somehow kept from screaming or

shifting, refusing to give him the satisfaction. My defiance had only made him angrier, he had finally

stopped, only because he had been worn out.

I guess I was lucky he’d been letting himself go in the last few years. He still looked good, he was a

werewolf, and werewolves had exceptional genes, but he’d gone soft, a small blessing, I had thought,

while he was leaving, even amidst all my agony at the time. They had kept me in the basement for a

week, each taking turns whipping me. But my absence was too long for any werewolf not away from

the Pack on business.

As I was still just a teen-wolf, I didn’t have any pack business I would be away for. The Alpha called

them, having noted it, saying I was required to show up the next Monday or a Pack doctor would have

to come and verify my sickness.

They didn’t have a choice, they had to let me heal and go back to school, or risk a serious infraction for

the kind of abuse I was suffering. Their image was too important to them, so I was given the warning I

was always getting. “Say nothing or you’ll regret it you wretch!” she always said it in the same scathing

tone.

The pain on my face no longer registering in the wake of that agonizing memory. “Thank you Galen,

other than Darien, no one has stood up to her like this in a long time for me.” I tell him, my voice still

husky.

“You’ve gone through enough today, you shouldn’t have to put up with more.” says Galen.

“You’re right.” I say quietly, then in almost a whisper “I’m so tired of the abuse.”

Kian is now with us, as is Darien and Serenity, they surround me. I look up at Darien. “I don’t think I’m

going to make that three day mark, I’m fed up with being their punching bag and whipping girl.” anger

entering my tone.

“So the rumor…about you being abused…it’s true.” Kian asked his voice filled with horror. Galen

looking just as sad and horrified at that revelation.