His Rejected Moon Blessed Mate

Elizabeth’s POV “Really Kona?” I growled tiredly at my wolf. We were engaged in another tedious argument concerning Alexander Wolfgang, our fated mate. Kona insisted that Alex be our mate. The issue was that he had already rejected us six times, not just once or twice. “Yes really!" Kona gave a happy little chirp and waved her tail. "Kevin will help this time!" She exuded excitement. I rolled my eyes and let out a halting sigh. Kona refused to let go of our destined mate, and I was finding it more and more difficult to persuade him to accept me. Every time her plan failed, she used her time-bending ability to make me return to my seventeenth birthday so that I could try again. I have already spent the last six days trapped in the same time frame, attempting to figure out how to make this naive, arrogant, and cocky wolf accept me. Alex was gorgeous. He was captain of the baseball and football teams, graduated at the top of his class, and would soon become the Alpha of the Silver Moonvally Pack. I, on the other hand, was a nobody because no one knew what rank I was. I took another dejected breath and ran my hand through my long, thick, curly black hair. I had permanent purple rings under my silver eyes, and it was obvious to all that I was tired. It was not that I was not good-looking or that I had done something wrong. I was a strong, muscular she-wolf with all the right attributes. There were even those who would go so far as to describe me as beautiful, but my name had no special status, so I was seen as unimportant. My mind wandered to my early years. After my grandmother passed away, I was brought to the packhouse, where I eventually became the current Alpha's problem. Among the most renowned and powerful leaders in history was Alpha Jackson Wolfgang. He commanded one of the biggest and strongest packs, with an estimated 3500 members. He was not only a fair alpha but also a landowner of towns. I should not be complaining. The fundamental issue was that I was not particularly shy or discrete, and he did not know how to handle me. He thought about having a nice family adopt me, but in the end he decided against it. I was a big magnet for trouble, so he took it upon himself to raise me and keep me out of trouble—or at least try to. She-wolves such as myself were challenging to handle, and Alpha Jackson had a lot on his plate. He held me accountable for my mistakes. It was not only useless, but it made me even more of an outsider, which enraged the packhouse members and made them hate and despise me even more. The majority of the time, Alpha Jackson's hands were stuck in his hair, and I suppose I was the reason for the silver strands in his hair. When I messed up and made a mistake the last time, he got really mad and decided to starve me to make me learn my lesson. It did not help; someone had smuggled food into my room. I was feisty, outspoken, and strong-willed—exactly the opposite of what they had anticipated. Because I was not the shy girl who would bow to the Alpha, which went against everything I stood for, I felt a little bit like an outsider. Alpha Jackson could not just throw me out of the pack because I was too young. But before he got a chance, I vowed to leave the pack and go my own way. Okay, so the majority of the fault lies with me. It is not something I can control. Who would have thought that at five years old, I could defy an Alpha command? That was more than any wolf could do, especially when they were only five years old. I was the target of Alpha Jackson's repeated attempts to use his Alpha commands, but they were never successful. But he never mentioned it, and I never asked him why his commands did not work on me. I suspected that Alpha Jackson knew the reason. I sighed with exhaustion. Before Kona began shifting me back and forth on my seventeenth birthday, I believed that I was unbreakable. Kona's time-bending power constantly saps my energy, leaving me exhausted all the time. Adding to the issue was the fact that I was experiencing chronic, unresolved chest pain in addition to permanently acquiring dark circles under my eyes from lacking sleep. All of this resulted from going through the same horrible heartbreak over and over again, which gave me the resolve to accept his rejection and go on. I would rather not have a so-called fated mate than have someone who would not want or love me. Was there really any point in giving it another go? Was that not enough to suffer through six times? Have I not been punished enough in my lifetime? I wish Alex could feel the pain that runs through my chest every time he chants, "I, Alexander Pierce Wolfgang, future Alpha of the Silver Moonvally, reject you, Elizabeth Wintermoon, as my fated mate and future Luna." The first time he spat those words at me, I should have accepted them. To my dismay, Kona always had the upper hand when I tried to accept his rejection; she would just shut my mouth and walk away. I have cried at six different places in the last week. I have been teased in front of the school, the packhouse, and the entire town. I was gradually losing my mind due to all the rumors and whispers. I did not want my worst enemies to go through this. It was unbearably painful! Or maybe not. Alexander is my enemy from now on; maybe he should take a hit off his own medicine! "Now, who is this, Kevin?" I asked, experiencing a surge of irritation running through me. Without a doubt, my wolf has lost her marbles; the only thing left to determine is their color, so I can send a search party to find them and return them to their rightful owner. Maybe then she would admit that the Moon Goddess had mismatched the two of us and Alex was a hopeless case. "My sweet, stubborn girl, he is Alexander's wolf," Kia mewed. "You seem so self-assured," I laughed. "How did you manage to connect with him?" “It is a wolf thing,” she said. I gave her a sidelong glance. "All right, but I have one small condition," I said. I was about to pack up and go on my own, not that it would have helped; Kona would probably drag my ass back to this time period, just to make me try one last time. "Well...yes," she hesitantly replied. “Anything...” "If he does not accept me this time," I said earnestly. "We are heading out. Alright?" Then Kona was gone from my thoughts, and I had no idea what she was thinking or doing. Was she talking to Kevin? And why was he unaffected by Kona's time-bending ability? "I agree," she said abruptly. "And I promise that nothing will go wrong. We promise!" “We?” I asked, raising a weary eyebrow in surprise. That was way too easy. What was the catch? “Yes, we!” she snapped. “Pinky swear?” I said, raising an impish eyebrow at her. "You do know that I do not have a pinky to give you," Kona sighed, clearly agitated. "However, I will give you my word. Kevin, and my word...” "Very well," I gave in. Will Kona be able to convince Alex to accept me as his mate, or will everything blow up in her face? ****