Rejected

Truth

Hazel's POV

My running away was for two things;

1- To get away from the pack that hated me and from the mate that didn't want anything to do with me.

2- To find my father, my real father.

After running away from the party, I went to straight to my room and cried my eyes out. My heart hurt like someone is stabbing it repeatedly. The pain from getting rejected was unbearable and I was wondering if Ian felt it too, even though I highly doubt that he would. He didn't want me, and I didn't blame him. I was fat, ugly and weak. Who would want me as a Luna or as a mate?

A soft knock on the door cut thorough my thoughts but I didn't bother answering. I had no energy to talk or see anyone. However, the person knocking thought otherwise as I heard the door creak open.

"Hazel." My mother's voice resonated from my room's threshold.

I couldn't bring myself to look at her and just kept my face hidden in my pillow as tears escaped my eyes.

"Oh god my baby." my mother's voice cracked and soon I smelled her tears. She approached me and hugged my curled form. "I'm so sorry Hazel. It's all my fault." my mother weeped into my shoulder.

I raised my head and looked at her in confusion. "Why are you apologizing mom? It's not like you were the one that asked him to reject me." my own voice cracked and my words came out as whispers at the end.

"But if I have allowed you to go out and train with everyone else this wouldn't have happened."

"But you said that you were protecting me. That if I trained with them my wolf will die out because of how weak it is." I replied with confusion.

My mother straightened up and shook her head, her eyes never leaving her lap. I furrowed my eyebrows more. Why was she shaking her head?

"I-I lied." She muttered and if it wasn't for my heightened senses I wouldn't have caught on to what she said.

My mother took a deep breath then sighed. "I guess it's time for you to know the truth."

"The truth?" I asked with raised eyebrows. my mother only nodded, her gaze still down.

"B-before you were born, your father and I had a huge fight. I was very upset and angry. My friends suggested that we go have some fun in a bar as in..to drink away the pain. I didn't realize how many drinks I was having until the world started spinning around me, but still, I was too tipsy and sad to care. I don't remember what exactly happened but when I woke up the next morning....I.....I.."

"You what mom?" I asked not liking what was about to come.

"I was in bed next to some guy." she blurted out. A loud gasp escaped my lips at her confession. My mother, my own mother cheated on her mate?

"Who was he?" I asked when I finally found my voice.

"His name was Patrick, the alpha of the White crescent pack." Once again, I gasped. An alpha?

"Your father of course knew right away, if not from the pain he suffered that night, then from Patrick's scent that was mixed with mine. You're father left the house for a week and later, I knew that he was looking for Patrick to kill him. Can you believe that? He didn't yell, he didn't scream, he didn't even accuse me of sleeping with someone else. He just went to kill the guy who touched his mate." my mother let out a humor-less laugh at the end.

"D-did he kill him?" I asked in disbelief.

My mother shook her head. "No, we were able to stop him before doing so, otherwise he would've initiated war between both packs."

"By we, you mean..." I trailed off at the end, waiting for my mom's answer.

"Alpha Winston." she mumbled and my eyes widened.

"But, what does this have to do with me?" I asked the question that's been bugging me for the last five minutes now.

"One month after the incident, your father and I have already got back together. He forgave me saying that i was drunk and i didn't know what i was doing. One month later, I found out that I was pregnant with my second child." My mother raised her head so her eyes looked directly into mine.

"We ran tests to make sure that the baby was from your father but....we were wrong. That one night stand with Patrick impregnated me. Your father was devastated but he soon recovered for the good of his son who was still a growing toddler. He want his son to see him weak." I notice my mother explaining unnecessary details that have got nothing to do with me.

"I still don't get what you're implying mom." I told her truthfully.

She caught my gaze for a couple of seconds and as a stray tear left her eyes she said,

"That child is you Hazel. You're Patrick's daughter." Her voice was barely a whisper and it broke at the end.

Tears ran down my mother's cheeks and I only looked at her frozen. I didn't know what to say or do.

'You are Patrick's daughter.'

The sentence kept playing itself in my mind over and over again. I felt my body slump and all my senses fly away. I've been living a lie my whole life. I was lied to and now, because of my mom's mistake, I was paying.

"I'm so sorry Hazel. I prevented you from shifting in front of anyone or practice with the pack because I was afraid that someone would sense the alpha blood in you. I was afraid that the pack members would find out. I was afraid that they won't respect me anymore." My mother sobbed into her hands and I just kept looking at her in bewilderment.

Suddenly, I felt the room constricting me, I felt like I was being trapped in a small box with no where to go, not even a small window to breath.

I stood up from my place. I wanted to get out of here. I was, however, stopped in my tracks when my mother grabbed my hand and clutched it between her own.

She leaned her forehead on our conjoined hands and sobbed more. "P-please Hazel. Don't go like that. Talk to me, please." My mom begged but I was too shocked, I couldn't answer.

"Mom, I just want some fresh air." I told her in a low tone, one that I had a very hard time to muster.

I pushed my mom's hands from mine and like a zombie, walked out my bedroom door and went outside my house.

The night air slapped me in the face and just now I realized that tears were streaming down my face. My wolf was angry and giving in to her, I shifted on spot, not caring about the dress that i was wearing. I didn't like it anyways.

My wolf was very large, probably from the excessive fat I have in my body. However, unlike any normal she-wolf, my fur was pitch black. I've always wondered why but after what my mom told me it all made senses.

Pitch black wolves were only common for alphas and seeing that my real biological father is an alpha so that was probably it.

I ran through the dark forest, dodging branches and stones and after what seemed like eternity, I reached the top of the hill. The hill that I would come to when I'm sad, or even if I want to relax and think by myself. It was a place that i only I know about and it provided me the calmness and peace that I want.

Wolf tears escaped through my eyes and I hastily wiped them away with my paw. I stayed there looking at the stars, hoping that I calm down and try to accept the fact that I've been living in oblivion for almost all my life.

I didn't really keep track of time but by the time I was returning back home, the sun rays were already making an appearance, shading the night sky with different warm colors.

I stood under my bedroom window and with the power that I had left, jumped inside, directly to my room. lucky me, it was empty. All the while that I was on top of the hill, the thought that past through my mind the most was running away. I wanted to search for my real father and hopefully find a new pack to live in. This pack hated and despised me, even my own mate rejected. I had nothing to do here.

True I'll miss my family and I'll miss Ethan but I also want to be happy. I might come back one day, but currently I wanted to escape and find out what is my real purpose in this life.

I took a warm shower to relax my tensed muscles, wore some comfortable shirt and sweat pants and with a deep breath made my way downstairs towards the kitchen where I assumed that my whole family was gathered.

As soon as I entered the kitchen's threshold I was engulfed in a very tight hug from Ethan.

"Don't you ever run like that again. I was worried sick." his voice was shaky and the guilt slowly made its way inside my heart.

"Sorry." I mumbled, not really having any energy to say anything.

I looked past Ethan's head to find my mom looking at me with tearful eyes and my father held pain and sympathy in his eyes. Obviously, my mother had told them everything. But then it hit me. Did Ethan already know too?

"Did you know Ethan?" I asked into his chest. He pulled back a little and gave me a confused expression.

"Did you know that I have another father?" I asked again. I heard my mother whimper in her place as tears continued wetting her already wet face.

Ethan lowered his head and from the expression I got from his face, my suspicions were confirmed. He already knew.

I pulled back from his arms and with emotionless eyes strode towards the fridge. I reached for the juice container and poured some into a cup. I then got some toast and started making my way to my room.

"Hazel." I heard my dad call in a low, hurt tone but I didn't turn his way as I said,

"I'm hungry and tired. Let's talk later."

But to me, there was no later. I was leaving this place to start afresh.

I went to my room and locked the door behind me. My eyes wanted to cry but my tear glands complained that I was already out of tears. That's what you get for crying the whole night straight.

I got out a backpack from under my bed and proceeded to fill it with necessary clothes that I would need. The bag was of a convenient size so it was suitable to use.

I stuffed in my comb, books, tooth brush, toothpaste, and my stash of money that I have collected over the years. I didn't bother taking my phone as I won't be needing it with me. I wasn't planning on calling anyone or receiving calls from anyone until I have settled in and found my way in this life.

With a sad expression, combined with a small ray of guilt, I looked at my room for the last time and jumped out my window, landing on my wolf paws.

That small ray of guilt was the only thing that made me leave a note behind. I loved this family dearly and I didn't want them to worry, especially Ethan and my father. The man that took me in and love me as his own daughter, even thought I really wasn't his. I was proud to call him my dad.

I started running through the woods in full speed, making sure that no one noticed me or was following me. I wanted to get out of the pack lands undetected.

With cautious steps, I was finally out the boundaries after an hour of running and into no man's land.

I knew that it's dangerous out there and that I might not survive for very long, but I was optimistic. I had hope and I had a very good reason to leave. Maybe, just maybe, I'd find someone that would love me just the way I am and accept me as his mate.

I knew that chances were very low, I knew the troubles that would follow with becoming a rogue, but that was a risk I was willing to take and I finally did.