Unreject Me

Was I Wrong?

Theo’s pov

It had been over a month since I slept with her—a month since the rejection—and yet the void in my chest was vacant. A month had passed since that day, but, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Though I occasionally questioned whether I had made the right decision in rejecting her, the frequent terrorist attacks in our area gave me confidence that it would be best to avoid getting mated and marked. It was better without my Luna by my side.

Their first target would be her if I marked her as my mate. They would use her to weaken me and my pack. A pack’s luna is its heart, and any attack on her would strike us like thunder. Thus, the best thing is that she is not here. That would protect both her and my pack. For the sake of their safety, I would do anything.

Although Lykus wouldn’t stop whining about it and my heart wouldn’t stop yearning for her, we both agreed it was the best thing we could do. Silver Claw had kidnapped, r***d, and murdered too many lunas, annihilated too many packs, and terrorised the forest for too long. We all needed to take precautions to protect our loved ones.

This is the better option. The rejection would keep her out of the spotlight, and my people would be safe with me.

Ignoring my heart's constant sinking sensation, I forced myself to work in the office while mentally reciting the chant. I never left Ezekiel's company because, ever since that night, being alone has never worked well for me. However, today he found his mate, and she was in heat. He was with her and wouldn’t return until his mate was out of her heat.

Well, that kind of added insult to injury, but I pretended I was fine in front of him. However, as soon as he left to be with his mate, my wolf wouldn’t stop growling and whining. My heart wouldn't cease sinking, and I couldn’t stop thinking about that beautiful night.

“Damn it!” I hissed under my breath as I slammed my fist on the keyboard and leaned against the swivel chair. A deep breath escaped my lips as I closed my eyes. I spent some time reminiscing about her. Her delicious curves were like no other—oh, and her eyes… oh those alluring grey eyes. I would never forget them. It wasn’t just her breathtaking beauty that had caught my eye. It was the way she made me feel. No one else made me feel like that. The night we discovered we were mates, her eyes glimmered like twinkling stars. Her pretty face lit up when our gazes met, and the words escaped my lips. Mate… she parroted the words with a smile on her face. She was happy, and that made me happy.

That night, I was the happiest wolf on the planet—a fact that I did not want to admit at the time.

I could not contain myself that evening. I simply had to taste her, feel her warmth, hear her scream with pleasure, and have her all. Even if it was for the briefest of nights, I ravished her. I cherished those memories. I thought it would calm my soul and wolf down. Oh, how wrong I was. My body craved more. She was like a drug, and having her just once was enough to get addicted. After her departure, I suffered from withdrawal symptoms. I had to take care of my carnal needs all the while imagining it was her.

My body trembled with waves of desire. I noticed that the tent in my trousers was becoming more noticeable. It was always how her memories affected me. As I massaged my crotch over my pants, I leaned back in my chair and thought about her. I mean, I was by myself. With Ezekiel busy with his mate, no one would come into the office.

Something cold touched my hand, and I jumped. My eyes snapped open. Natasha had a mischievous smirk on her face as she peered at my crotch.

“Alpha, let me help you with that,” she said.

“How the f**k did you get in?”

My gaze strayed to the partially ajar door. She had to have walked in without knocking. I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to notice her scent. She kneeled in front of me, reached for my zip, and showed me not even the slightest respect.

I slapped her hand away, a growl bursting from my chest. I was not in the right frame of mind to let another woman touch me. Honestly, ever since I found my mate and rejected her, nothing had been the same. I just couldn't find joy in sleeping around like I used to.

“I didn’t ask for your help, did I?” I snarled at her and bared my teeth.

The smirk on her face vanished, her eyes reflecting fear. Oh, did I scare her? I didn’t feel even the slightest amount of pity, though.

“Alpha…. I thought… I saw you through the window and…”

“Leave! Entering the alpha’s office without permission was a mistake. Next time, only approach me when asked.”

She scrambled to her feet and rushed out of the office. I huffed a breath. Natasha needed to realise that I did not want her as a s****l partner. I didn't want my mate as my Luna. Why would I want another female to pose as my Pack's heart?

“s*x with no strings attached-this phrase is haunting me,” Lykus muttered. “You had to say that to her.”

I pursed my lips together. He was referring to the night I rejected my mate. Well, yeah. I shouldn’t have said that to Kaya. We were paired for a reason, and s*x with her would give rise to an undeniable attachment. She wasn’t a ranked wolf and was untrained. She hadn’t even gotten her wolf. So what? She was mine.

Was.

I sighed, recalling the day she left. She seemed eager to leave the pack’s premises. Perhaps she was trying to leave the bad memories behind and have a fresh start. I couldn’t blame her, could I? My words must have offended her. I regretted letting her go. A tiny part of me wished she would come back. My heart ached to annul the rejection and announce the true nature of our relationship. My soul craved to see her, even though common sense told me it was best if she never returned.

I got up from my chair and called it a day. It was obvious I could not work with her memories besieging me. I marched to my quarters, ignoring the random omegas I ran into on my way. As soon as I entered my private bunker, I slammed the door shut and slumped into the bed.

Pensive loneliness surrounded me. It was in moments like these that I questioned whether I was right to let her go. My mind swirled around the recollection of that night. The thought of her untainted body made my body shudder. I remembered how naive she was. Clueless yet obedient. She did everything I wanted and allowed me to do anything I pleased. To her, I was her soulmate, the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She didn’t even utter a word of complaint or a question about my past or carnal needs. She simply accepted the bond.

I just couldn’t have asked for a better mate. I adjusted my hardened d**k with a moan. It did not help that I was in the room where I had claimed her that evening. Her memories were so vivid. It was as though I could feel her… smell her… taste her…

That's it!

I unzipped my trousers, set my rock-hard p***s free, and m*********d until I came. Breathing heavily, I glanced at the mess I had made, my lips pressing into a grim line. If I hadn’t rejected her, it would have been her who would have taken care of that. If I hadn’t let her go, she would have been with me. I would not have to sit around sulking by myself for hours on end, missing her.

It was the best thing I could do to keep her safe.

I reminded myself as I strolled towards the bathroom to wash myself.

I wouldn’t lie, though. Life had become torturous after Kaya’s departure. Not a day of my life was enjoyable for me. She was a novice in bed, but there was nothing like her warmth and smell. And the sparks… they blew my mind.

Ever since that night, her memories have been the only thing that turned me on - the one who got away.

“Err, the one you let go. Not the one who got away,” Lykus mumbled, interrupting my thoughts.

“Do you have to?” I said, irritated.

“Yes. Just look how lucky Ezekiel is! He’s probably balls deep in his mate while we are here, wallowing in our misery, left with her sweet memories.”

“You know we didn’t have a choice. This is for her and the pack’s safety,” I retaliated.

“We had a choice. We could have kept her hidden from the world like the most precious gem that she is. But you had to reject her.”

I gritted my teeth. A month had passed, but his complaints had not ceased.

"Like, that’s an easy thing to do. She wouldn’t want to stay indoors for the rest of her life.”

“She would when we explained our reasons.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You're a douchebag. You know that, right?”

"Whatever, man. All I know is that I wouldn’t lock her up like a prisoner. It wouldn’t be easy to keep her safe with the Silver Claw attacking ever now and then,” I said, a sigh escaping my lips.

Perhaps I was a jerk, but it truly was the best option we had. I didn’t want to put her life at risk. Letting her go could guarantee her a lengthy, happy life.

Wasn’t that a good enough reason?

“And maybe she would find another, more worthy wolf who would take good care of her. Or maybe she would find a second chance, mate,” Lykus said.

For the first time in my life, I growled at my wolf. The thought of her being mated to another didn’t sit well with me.

“Don’t you growl at me, mister! This is all your fault!”

He blocked me before I responded. And honestly, there was no point in replying to him. He continued to gripe about the rejection, even though he reluctantly agreed with me. He just wanted his mate and Luna beside him, regardless of the consequences. Well, I also wanted her beside me. I craved her presence. The distinction lay in my willingness to forfeit my happiness in favour of her and the security of the pack. I did it for the greater good.

Was I wrong?