Page 47 of Rejected Mate

She moved the wine glass toward me and winked at the same time. I was predictable. She knew what I wanted to drink. I sipped my wine and looked around, like I always do.

Why would so many be attracted to come here now?

No noise, no music, no real environment, just quietness. Which was why I liked it. Because outside was a completely different world. One of chaos and no sense of direction.

Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. If that was the reason I loved it here so much, then no doubt this was the same reason they did too.

There was a young man sitting by himself, not playing with his phone or even acknowledging anyone was around. At a table, he played solitaire with a deck of cards. I couldn't remember the last time I'd done that, but it had proved what I'd already concluded. They all came here to do the same thing—to be alone.

I sighed as I put my glass down.

"So, my friend, what do we do? How do Husk and I get past these issues we have?" I asked Mayia.

She said nothing as she narrowed her eyes, as if she were thinking about the problem at hand. There was something I had to tell her, explain to her, if I could. I had to tell her about my powers.

She listened attentively as I told her about the room, feeling faint and having no energy, then the worst part of the story about the near car accident.

Her eyes grew as I explained about stopping the car, how I felt as if I died at that precise moment.

"I struggled to breathe, to do anything. I knew I was dying and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Once I shut my eyes, all I saw was darkness."

"What revived you? Did he take you to the hospital?"

I shook my head because in all honesty it was something that had toyed in my mind. Why didn't I die?

"Husk touched me," I whispered, wondering if that actually had something to do with it. "He touched me a few times, actually. He was poking me, probably to see if I was dead. I remember thinkingdamn, I’m not some kind of doll. It hurts."

She laughed. "You're so dramatic, especially when it comes to that man."

"You mean wolf."

She shook her head.

"See what I mean? If it makes you feel better, then wolf. You just need to be open when it comes to him. Stop being so damn uptight."

"I can't fucking help it," I said in my defense.

"You only went away with him for a weekend, and now you're talking like him."

I sighed. "I know. I hate my potty mouth."

"Why don't you just give him a chance? Open up your heart."

I rolled my eyes, thinking I knew exactly what she was going to say next.

"I know, the whole world is counting on me and all that shit. I shouldn't be so fucking selfish."

She took my hand and made me focus and listen very carefully to what she had to say next.

"You and those three men belong together for three different reasons. I don't know exactly what it is because I don't know everything. I've seen it in my pack, with others who were in a harem. They all say the same thing, they need to be with each of them for a different reason. No one told me the reason, but they claim it's fate. Fate gives them the answer they need, and they find it."

I had no fucking clue what she was on about. If fate was so damn good, then why did Husk and I always fight? Why couldn't our relationship be like the ones I had with Winter and Sky?

"So, stop fighting him and just let your heart be free with him. Don't be big headed and don't act as if you're doing the world or the wolves a favor because you will die and he will too. You know it. We both know it. And I don't want that to happen."

"I don't either," I whispered. But I knew I wasn't going to leave the bar and run into the arms of Husk. I had to figure out a way to find the balance, the way we did when we imprinted. But for now, all I could think about was no more drama and just spending some quiet time with my friend.

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