Pregnant and Rejected

Rejected for the enemy

In my surprise I accidentally knocked over a pot plant that was resting by the window. I paused frozen to the spot that I stood on like a dear caught in headlights.

The door to the cabin creaked open, and Armand stepped out, his eyes glazed and unfocused, a strange, unsettling grin plastered on his face. Blood trickled down his neck from fresh bite marks, staining his skin in crimson rivulets that caught the silver glow of the moon.

Behind him, the raven-haired woman emerged, her pale skin almost luminous, her gaze sharp and taunting as it settled on me.

The sight of Armand’s blood and his disturbingly blissful expression jolted me, igniting a raw, furious energy that drowned out the ache of betrayal for a brief moment.

Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall; instead, I planted myself firmly, facing him, my voice trembling with rage and heartbreak.

"Armand!" I shouted, the pain swelling in my chest, forcing the words out like shards of glass. "What… what have you done?"

But he simply laughed. It was a hollow, eerie sound that sent a shiver down my spine. He didn’t even flinch at the sight of me, didn’t acknowledge the agony he was causing that was ripping through my heart.

His gaze met mine, yet it was empty, void of any recognition or warmth. All I saw in his eyes was a wildness, a chilling gleam, as though he was no longer the man I had known and loved.

He looked as though he was under some kind of spell.

Desperate, I turned to the woman beside him, who smirked, her arms folded as she leaned against the doorframe, watching me with mocking amusement.

Her beauty, dark and dangerous, only intensified my fury. She had him in her thrall, I could feel it, could see the darkness settling over him like a cloak.

“What have you done to him?” I screamed, my voice breaking as I met her eyes, which glinted with cruel satisfaction.

The vampire woman’s smirk widened. "Done to him?" she purred, her tone dripping with false innocence. "Why, I’ve merely… liberated him."

She ran a delicate finger along Armand’s shoulder, her red-tipped nails leaving faint trails on his skin, and his body responded instinctively, leaning into her touch with a pathetic, lovesick eagerness that twisted my stomach.

“Look at him” she whispered, her voice low, seductive. “Isn’t he happy? Free?” Her words were laced with venom, each syllable aimed to dig deeper into my wounded heart. "Didn’t you want him to feel… alive?”

I shook my head, disbelief mingling with the horror and betrayal that was consuming me.

"That isn’t life. That isn’t freedom!" I pointed at the blood staining his neck, my own heart pounding as I struggled to contain the raw anger surging through me. "You’re a monster, feeding on him, twisting him until there’s nothing left!"

But she only laughed, a cold, silvery sound that echoed into the night, making my skin crawl.

"Oh, stupid little wolf, I didn’t make him do anything he didn’t already crave.” She turned her gaze back to Armand, stroking his cheek as if he were a prized possession. “Your love, his pack… none of you can give him what he really wants."

My fists clenched, nails biting into my palms as I forced myself to hold back the urge to strike. "Armand," I said, my voice desperate, pleading, "please, wake up! This isn’t you. Look at me!"

But he didn’t even blink. His empty eyes stared through me, as if I was nothing more than a shadow.

I took a step back, my heart shattering into pieces all over again, unable to escape the awful realization that the man I’d loved was gone, swallowed by the vampire’s poison, his soul slipping further away with each passing moment.

"You did this," I whispered to her, fury and anguish lacing my words. "You stole him from me."

She shrugged, unbothered, a cruel smile lingering on her lips. "I simply showed him what he was missing. Don’t blame me because he took to it so… naturally."

I reached out again to Armand, my voice trembling as I begged him to remember who he was. “Armand, please," I whispered, choking back the tears, "come back to me. This isn’t you. We...we’re bound, meant to be together.”

But he only looked at me with cold detachment, his eyes filled with a twisted satisfaction that made my heart shatter all over again.

“You?” he scoffed, his tone dripping with contempt. “You could never fulfill me, Amelia. You’re weak, pathetic, a spoiled little princess clinging to an illusion. I need someone who can give me what you can’t—a queen who’ll grant me ultimate power, immortality. And that’s something you could never offer.”

His words sliced through me, each one more agonizing than the last. I could feel the mate bond stretching to its breaking point, but I was paralyzed, unable to believe what I was hearing.

Then, he looked at me with a cruel, triumphant smile. “I, Armand, Alpha of the Silver star pack reject you, Amelia, as my fated mate,” he declared, his voice laced with finality.

The pain hit me like a physical blow, searing through my body as the bond shattered. It felt as though my soul was being ripped from my chest, my connection to him disintegrating into nothing.

I stumbled back, clutching at the hollow space in my heart, gasping for breath as agony washed over me.

As I struggled to regain my senses, the vampire woman laughed, a mocking, venomous sound that sent chills down my spine.

“Oh, Armand, you let her off easy,” she taunted, her gaze flicking to me with disdain. “You should have let her die from the full weight of a mate’s death. Pity, really,” she purred, almost disappointed.

Armand just grinned, utterly unbothered, while I struggled to stand, my entire being drowning in the anguish of his rejection. I could hardly bear to look at him now, the man I’d loved turned into a stranger before my eyes.

The vampire's eyes glinted with cruel amusement as she took a step toward me, her gaze dripping with disdain. "Go on," she sneered, her voice sharp and taunting. "Run to your Lycan daddy, like the spoiled little princess you are."

Rage flared up in me, overpowering the heartbreak. I could feel my wolf clawing to the surface, aching to lash out, to rip away the smug look from her face.

Before I could think twice, I released my claws, swiping them across her pale, mocking face with a satisfying hiss. My strike landed, cutting deep, and for a brief second, I saw the streaks of blood trailing down her flawless skin.

But the vampire only laughed, a dark, soulless sound that echoed in the night.

As I watched in horror, the wounds closed almost instantly, her skin mending without even the faintest trace of damage. Her gaze sharpened, and her smile widened, revealing fangs glistening under the moonlight.

"Is that all you've got?" she asked, her voice dripping with contempt. She leaned in, so close I could feel the chill of her breath. "Run, little wolf," she whispered, her tone laced with deadly intent. "Run before I catch you and send you to your maker."

Armand’s laughter joined hers, twisted and eerie, devoid of the warmth I once knew. He stood beside her, laughing with a crazed glint in his eyes, entirely indifferent to the torment he’d put me through.

His expression was a mixture of joy and madness. It was more painful than any wound her claws or fangs could inflict.

Heart pounding, I took a shaky step back, every instinct in me screaming to flee. But before I turned, I held her gaze one last time, forcing my own pain and rage to the surface. "You won’t win," I managed, my voice unsteady but defiant.

The vampire smirked, tilting her head in mock pity. "It looks like I already have."

I was struggling to hold myself up the rejection was weakening me making me unable to stand my ground.

“Amelia…” the vampire cooed mockingly as I staggered away, pain etched into every inch of my face. “Run away now, little wolf. Drag yourself back to that s**t house or pack house whatever you call it, where you belong.”

Her laughter echoed as I dragged myself into the dark woods, my legs barely holding me up, each step heavier than the last.

The world blurred around me, and I fell to my knees, every inch of me aching. I felt empty, discarded, like a ghost wandering through a world I no longer belonged to.

The bond was gone. He was gone. And as the night swallowed me, I was left with nothing but the drive to get back to the pack to warn them.