Hard to trust Hard to love

The Rejection

Chris has finished doing my face, and I look into to mirror in total awwww of her handy work. Greg walks in with Eric in his arms and stares at me. “Wow, the kid, I can barely recognise you. You are looking good, but uh, what magic can Chris work with that on your head?”

As he points to the messy bun, I laugh and point at him and say, “well, at least I have hair, Mr”, and wiggle my finger at him. He laughs and then puts Eric on his play mat. I sit and stare at him in awe. He is the little man I would do anything to protect him. He is learning how to sit up on his own. His big blue eyes captivate me. We have come so far since I had him at 16. I’m proud I kept him because I know the goddess wouldn’t put this on me if I couldn’t handle it. Chris clicks her fingers in front of my face to get my attention back to her and says, “Wow, you were really in your little world. There are you ok, Rob?”

“Yeah, I’m ok, I’m just thinking!” Chris asks, “about what?”

“Well, everything about the future and what the goddess has planned for me!”

Chris says we can’t dwell on what might be! I look at Chris and say, “you are right, so what will you do with this as I point to my ash-blond hair?”

She purses her lips and then gets a look in her eyes that I’m unsure about and say, what are you thinking? Chris shushes me and gets to work. “Oh”, I speak for the hundredth time as Chris is working on my hair; she has her tongue poking out and pulling some weird faces. I start to giggle at her, and then she steps back to see her handy work, claps her hands and declares she is done with my makeup!. I spin to look in the mirror, and my breath hitches. She has put my hair in loose braids that drape over my left shoulder, and she has placed baby’s breath in the middle of each braid. I start to cry, and Chris declares I can not call or ruin my makeup, so I start to giggle and go to sit on the floor and play with eric. He reaches out to me with his chubby little hands. He says, “mama,” omg, his first word. I scoop him up and give him a hug and a kiss on his forehead. His little nose Mishka pops in my head and says,” he is ours”. I can sence his wolf already. I nod in agreement with Mishka, and then she suddenly declares, “mate!”

“what, Mishka”, I as she says, “our mate is nearby.”

I put eric down and head to the kitchen. There at the door is Darren, and his smile turns into a frown. He storms out of the house. Mishka is yelling, mate in my head, and “I say who, Darren?”

She says, “yes, we must follow,” so I tell Greg that I’ll be back but not before bumping into Byron. “Hey kid, wow, you look terrific. Here is your dress!” I give Byron a quick hug and say thanks. Byron is my dad's beta, so he knows I’m the next Luna when I step away from Byron, he asks why his son stormed off looking angry? I say I don’t know. He saw me; his smile faltered, and then he left. Byron looks at me and nods, and I excuse myself from Byron to chase down Darren Mishka is screaming in my head to get him. When I get to Darren, he spins around and says,” I Darren Kelly Reject you, Robyn Thatcher; as my mate,” my heart constricts. I fall to the ground. Mishka whimpers in my mind, and I shake my head and get to my feet and look at Darren and steady myself for what I’m about to say.

Darren doesn’t know I’m the future, Luna. He only thinks of me as an omega. He doesn’t remember me as a child, so I stand tall and push the words out. I need to say, “I, Robyn Thatcher, Future Luna of the Luna Moon Pack, accept Your rejection!”His face drops instantly, and I turn around and run back to Greg’s house. I refuse to cry. I just run up to my room and throw myself at Chris. She catches me and says,” what’s wrong, Rob?” I tell her what happened, and she says, “he wasn’t good enough for you and Eric. Anyway, let’s get you dressed. Maybe goodness will bless you with a second chance. Mate, you are beautiful, Robyn and only deserve the best.”

After dressing, I look in the mirror and gasp. I don’t recognise myself. The dress accentuates all my curves, and my eyes look stunning. I hug Chris to thank her for making me look so beautiful. She brushes me off and says, “I just brought out your natural beauty. It’s nothing.” Then Greg comes into the room with Eric dressed up in his little tux and gushes how beautiful I look. He gives me a teary hug and tells me how proud he is of me. We all head out of the house and head to the car to go to the packhouse. Byron opens the door for me, but I don’t meet his Eye. He drops his head and shakes it. The drive to the packhouse is quiet. I ask Mishka if she is ok, but she doesn’t answer. I hope she is ok. We need to shift tonight; I fear she will leave me because of the rejection. My heart hurts, and I want to curl up in bed and ignore the world. And sleep and wake up to it all being a dream, but I know I'm not that lucky it was real, and now I have to shift alone without my mate. I cry and ask the goddess why I'm not good enough!.