Page 32 of Demon Rejected
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Scarlett
I stood there. The cold found a way to my soul, as the most beautiful night of my life turned into a nightmare.
Everything hurt.
My body.
My soul.
My mind was breaking, and I could feel the fire burning under my skin. Matt rejected me. I didn’t want much from him, but he was special. He pushed me into a pit of eternal darkness and cold. My breaths hurt from the cold that turned my nipples to hard pebbles. The arousal that I felt just a few minutes ago was gone, replaced with a bitter and hard feeling of loneliness.
No one is ever going to love me.
My wolf hurt. She cried out inside my chest. The moment Matt rejected the mating bond with me, my wolf called out in agony and despair. It felt as if he used a whip to hit her, ripping away pieces of her burning heart.
Never trust anyone. I’m all alone in the world. There is no happy ending for someone as broken as me.
I was shattered and broken. My future crumbled and crashed.
Matt stood and walked away. As he did, I allowed my tears to start running down my cheeks. They felt hot and sticky, like boiling sadness.
“You know something, fuck off. I don’t ever want to see you again. I hate you!"
This was all so not true. As I called out the words out into the darkness, my heart burst even more, and a piece of it broke forever.
Being naked on an October night in a clearing was not the best idea, not even for a shifter. My mind focused on how cold I was, ignoring the rest. It was too much. The feeling of isolation and loneliness was a bitter pill to swallow. Never would I have imagined things would be that wrong between Matt and I. My body craved him for weeks. I felt instantly attracted to him on that night when he saved me from the lab where they experimented on me. There was nothing to dislike, except what he did now. Fucking Jerk.
Standing up, I used the back of my hand to wipe away my tears. As much as I hated it, I’ll have to go to the cabin and at least get dressed. This night was meant to be a celebration of life and the night of my first shift. Great, it was a three-in-one package. I shifted for the first time. I found out there are fated mates. I found mine, and my mate rejected me.
Fucking great.
I kicked a rock with my bare foot.
“Ouch. God damn, fucking shit."
It was a miracle that I found my way back to the cabin. My sadness turned into white-hot rage when I got there. A bike stood in front of Matt’s cabin. As far as I knew, it was not his.
I don’t care. He can die for as much as it concerned me. Fucking dickless prick.
In my rage, I kicked the bike. Damn, that hurt.
“You know it didn’t do anything to you?" A deep velvet-smooth voice sounded from the shadow.
Who was that, and how did I not notice that someone was there? Yeah, I was too preoccupied feeling sorry for myself to mind my surroundings. I didn’t care that I was butt naked and my hair probably looked like an explosion. I took a fighting stance, ready to defend myself, no matter what. This night could not get worse.
“What the fuck? Who’s there?"
Footsteps sounded on the gravel. A male figure, dark and handsome, stepped out from the shadows of the cabin.
“Not that I wouldn’t enjoy wrestling with a naked beauty like you, but I’m here on business. Is Matt around?"
My hands still formed fists and my feet created a perfect triangle that helped me maximize my force. “Who’s looking for him?"
“Sorry, your beauty clouded my mind and made me forget my manners. I’m Ziggy, a friend of Matt."
Even though I was ready to fight, I had to appreciate the gorgeous male that revealed himself to me. He was taller than Matt, with long hair that hung around his shoulders like a curtain of darkness. Soft curls gave it that distinct unruly biker look. Ziggy wore a pair of jeans, boots, and a shirt with a band logo that I never heard of. It was cold, and his body was steaming hot. The fact he was a wolf was obvious now. I could smell his wolf right underneath his perfect skin. Ziggy smiled and revealed a beautiful collection of pearly white teeth.