Page 6 of Rejected By the Alpha

“You sure you will be okay alone?” David asks as I open the truck door.

“I am sure. Besides, I won’t be alone, I will be talking to Simon,” I answer happily, feeling excited for once about being kicked from Oak Fur. If we are accepted into Silver Paw in three days,then I will let Simon know. Knowing my best friend, he will happily abandon Oak Fur to be with me in a new pack.

“Well, keep your eyes on the road, and call my cell if something happens. I can’t wait to be in a pack so we can mind link again.” With David’s protective grumbling over, he makes his way towards his truck as I climb into mine. The silence is a little unnerving. I have spent the last seven days with an eight-year-old singing everything from the latest pop song, to all about Disney. Turning on my truck to keep my mind from wandering to the pain that threatens to creep in when I am not distracted, I wait for the Bluetooth to connect to my phone, scrolling on my new social media accounts until the speaker beeps, indicating my phone is connected.

Taking a deep breath, I scroll through my new phone and find Simon’s number. I am grateful for having a Samsung and being able to upload my contacts to my new phone. And even more grateful that the company where I gained a new cellphone number bought my old one after I switched my data over. No one from Oak Fur will be able to track me unless they have my new number now. Looking at the familiar number I know I could never forget, I worry about what Simon might say. I never said goodbye to him that day. He was scheduled for patrol, and my ability to mind-link him was blocked and then disconnected when Alpha Ramos banished me. So, I left a letter. I hope he found it, and the deed to the house.

Taking another deep breath to calm my growing nerves, I click on Simon’s contact information, and the unmistakable sound of a dialing tone comes from the truck speakers.

“Simon Thorn speaking.” I nearly cry at the familiar deep voice of the man I call my sworn brother. I love David, Miss Amelia,and their pups, but they aren’t my Simon. The man who knows me better than I know myself.

“Hello? Did you dial the wrong number?” his voice comes through again, and I laugh at how confused he sounds. Silence settles after my small laugh, and I debate on what to say.

“Kaylee?” His voice is a whisper and I smile. All I have to do is make a sound and he will always know it’s me.

“Hi, Simon,” I manage to state before he goes into a tirade.

“Where are you? Scratch that, don’t tell me just yet. Are you safe? Did you heal from your wounds? Are David and Miss Amelia okay?” His questions come one after another, and only stop when David pulls up beside me and honks his horn. I nod and watch as he drives off before I follow behind his trailer.

“What was that?” Simon asks, and I laugh again as I realize that I have been missing his scatterbrained self when he is with me.

“That was David. We are traveling to a pack that says they will accept us. No, I will not tell you what pack until I know if I will be a member or not,” I answer back, giving him this small happy news, a smile on my face as I picture Simon slumping on his bed with relief for my safety.

“I’m glad. The pack hasn’t been the same since they banished you. I miss you, Kay.” His voice is quiet, and I can sense his sadness. We have never been apart this long since I was born. The two of us had been glued at the hip as pups. Where he went, I was there behind him.

“I miss you too, Simon. When I am safely settled, I will let you know and maybe you can—”

“Yes!” he cuts me off, making me chuckle.

“I didn’t even finish what I was saying,” I retort, getting a signature Simon chuckle, so deep it has dropped many of the pack whores’ panties.

“Don’t care. When you find a new pack, I will follow.” My body relaxes as I take in his words. I have never had a more loyal friend than Simon, and I know that what he says is the truth. Wherever I go, he will follow, and vice versa.

“Okay, Simon. I have to go, but know we are all safe and okay. We are staying closer to the small human towns so that we don’t get attacked at night.” I know our call needs to be cut short. I can’t risk Oak Fur—risk him—finding me right now.

“Good. I will keep your number saved under a new name for now. But I expect a phone call every day, Kay.” The thought of being able to talk to Simon every day brings a wide grin back onto my face. Seven days away from my best friend is too long.

“Deal. Keep me under Lilac.”

“Like the damned bush you dug up from the ground. Thanks for that, by the way. Marilyn screeched about wanting the bush to burn, and I got the brunt end of her tirade. I wish someone would kill the bitch.” I laugh again as my twenty-year-old friend complains about the woman who is to be his Luna in a few weeks’ time.

“Look, Simon. I am moving on from Oak Fur and the wolves there. If you can keep this from him, I would owe you one.” My voice cracks at the wordhim. Simon knows who I am talking about, and I am glad I don’t have to say his name.

“I punched him the day you left, so other than pack business, he and I aren’t speaking. Anyways, I have to go, but expect multiple texts.” Curious at Simon’s confession to punching my ex-mate, I make a note to ask him about it when I am ready. Instead, I tell him to have a good day, and I will look forward to his texts, reminding him that I am driving and might not reply right away. When our call ends, the truck cabin grows quiet, and for once since leaving Oak Fur, I feel hopeful for my future. I can feel the pain of the rejection and banishment pushing at the dam I made in my mind. I remind myself over and over again that I need to hold on just a little bit longer. In three days, I will be in Silver Paw. In three days, I will be able to finally break, and allow the pain to take over and bleed through my soul before I start picking the pieces back up.

7

Lucas

Glaring at the computer screen in front of me, I read the report sent by the private investigator that I hired to find Kaylee. It’s been a week since she was expelled from Oak Fur, and I have slowly come to realize how much I regret what I did. I should have never pushed her, never rejected her—my goddess-given mate.

The last seven days have been hell for me. Marilyn has ramped up her abuse on the o, ordering them around like slaves to prepare for our wedding day in a few weeks. Every day, I get reports of her attacking she-wolves that mention my Kaylee and how she would have made a better Luna, and every day I need to placate my packmates while my father indulges Marilyn.

I groan, running my hand through my hair. Seven days of Marilyn being a tyrant. Seven days of me talking to packmates and reassuring them I will put her in her place when I am madealpha, as we all watch my father allow Marilyn to do what she wants due to her father’s threat. My twenty-first birthday can’t come any sooner. Once I am alpha, and Marilyn is officially made a member of Oak Fur, I will put an alpha command on her, forcing her to behave and treat Oak Fur wolves with respect and kindness, just like how Kaylee treated everyone.

My mind drifts to Kaylee. How she is the opposite of Marilyn, and always puts the pack before her own needs. If anyone needed help, she was the first to lend a hand. If someone else was injured in a battle, she would help take care of their wounds before she tended to her own.

Simon was right. Kaylee would have made this pack stronger as my Luna. I should have marked her on her eighteenth birthday when I had her under me, as I made love to her.

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