His Rejected Moon Blessed Mate

Chapter 6

Alexander’s POV

I woke up to the ear-splitting scream of my alarm clock and turned sideways, looking at the time: 4 a.m., time to get up.

I was soaked in my sweat, and dried, sticky streams of salty liquid covered the side of my face, my black hair flat against my head.

I felt exhausted, emotionally drained, distressed, and furious about having a continuous vision of myself rejecting my mate.

It felt as if someone had forced a hot silver dagger into my heart and was twisting it from side to side. The pain has been so intense that I can still feel the excruciating pain pulsing through my body. The dreams felt so genuine.

I forced my drained ass into the en-suite shower, demanding to wash this dreadful feeling away.

Six times, I counted. Six f*cking times I uttered the words, “I, Alexander Pierce Wolfgang, future Alpha of the Silver Moonvally, hereby reject you as my mate and future Luna.”

I was astounded by my own words and shocked that she just observed me with her big silver eyes and remained silent.

She, with the most striking silver eyes, brought sunlight into my grey day, which was supposed to be the moonlight of my night…

I continuously rejected her; she is more than perfect for me.

WHY? I screamed in my mind, covering my face with my hands.

Why would I go to such extreme measures to reject my flawless mate?

I slide down and sit on the hard shower floor, the water running cold around me. Her silver eyes haunt me every time I close mine.

How can I be such a fool?

My phone buzzes on my bedside table, distracting me from my despair. I answered without looking at the caller ID.

“You’re late!” The father’s voice roared through the phone’s speaker. He was annoyed that I was not on time.

“I’m on my way,” I answered, cutting the call.

Thankfully, Stacy or Tracy, or whatever the slut’s name is, didn't sleep over last night. I pulled out some gray training pants and a black shirt and made my way to the training grounds.

“Ten laps around the training ground compliments from your future Alpha, in your human form,” Beta Samuel’s voice echoed through my ears. The group of wolves growled at me and took off running. We as wolves generally love running, but our wolves love it more than our human parts. I gave him a nod and took off, running into a comfortable jog, hoping that it would clear my mind and get me to focus.

Our group passed the far side of the training grounds, where the she-wolves train. Usually, we would all train together in our respective age groups, but this stops as soon as we meet our mate. The she-wolf training is then kept separately to keep her mate’s interference at bay. My father had to jump in and stop too many hormonal fights. Wolves are overprotective of their mates, and just the thought that your mate could get hurt will force you to interfere.

My eye caught Beta Samuels Riverlight’s daughter, Amy, stretching and getting ready to spar with one of the warriors. She’s one of the top warriors in her class, but she didn't come close to Elizabeth.

Yes, Lizzy… My Beta and best friend, Xavier’s annoying sister, I have to give it to her. She is good—very good—and one of the best warriors I have ever come across. If it weren’t for her irritating pranks and her extreme aura, I might have liked her.

That thought sounded silly to my ears, and I shook it off. I wondered where she was, though. She never misses practice.

I shook that thought of her off and headed down to the sparring ground. I had better get my head out of my ass and start focusing.

Sparing didn’t go as well as I had hoped.

My focus was all over the place; it was continuously destroyed by the retention of the agonizing pain flowing through my body. Vivid images of the dream flashed before my eyes, violating my concentration.

I threw messy punches at my opponent, Gerard. He repaid me with heavy bruises. Still, it didn’t take the pain away. I tried again and again, but with every hit Gerard gave me, it almost felt as if it released some of the pain inside me.

Gerard, one of our upper-ranked warriors, was disappointed in my performance and had grown tired of my cat-and-mouse game. It took him one more solid hit to have me fly through the air and end up at the end of the training mat.

I got up, dusted the soil off my clothes, and went at him again, trying to bring my anger forward and release my agony.

I ended up with four broken ribs, a black eye, and a split lip before heading back to the packhouse to clean myself off.

Dad wanted a word with me before I left for school. He probably heard of my poor performance from Gerard and would give me a lecture on how disappointed he was.

I headed to Dad’s offices first. It would not help to stretch out this sort of torture, knowing that should I not comply with his command, he would be furious, and that had worse consequences than listening to his outburst.

I gave the office a quick knock and was answered in seconds to come in.

Dad was sitting behind his desk, his glasses on the bridge of his nose, glaring at me as I walked in. I took a seat opposite him, bowing my head in humiliation. He gave me one look and started his outburst. I didn’t expect anything less. I know I made a total fool out of myself and disgraced our family name. A weak Alpha is a dead Alpha.

“Boy, are you going to explain yourself?” His voice roared with anger: “Explain to me how a fully trained Alpha can make a fool out of himself in front of the whole pack on the training ground? And that with a warrior, whom you could easily overpower?” His words hit home. Shame radiated off me. His anger flared even more when I didn’t answer.

“Explain!” he barked.

“I, I…” I shuddered. How could I explain this to him? It was so embarrassing, and I shook my head.

“Boy, if you know what’s best for yourself, you had better open your mouth and speak. I do not have the whole day!” He yelled at me.

I knew what would come next: he would use his Alpha command on me. He didn’t do it often, except in staid circumstances.

I tried again, opening and closing my mouth. I closed my eyes and sighed in defeat.

“I had a dream,” I started, unsure.

“A dream has you all disordered and has completely taken all of your strength.” The sarcasm was clearly in his voice, and he gave me a suspicious gaze.

“Father, what do you want me to tell you?”

“The truth!” he shouted, losing his temper.

“I am telling you the truth!” I burst out.

“Tell me about this so-called dream you had. Make me understand why I should not punish you for your poor performance on the training field this morning.”

I had hoped that he would not force me to tell him, but now I didn’t have a choice. It influenced my mental state in public and before school.

I let out a heavy sigh.

“I rejected my mate…” It was barely a whisper, but he did hear me; I was sure of it. Our hearing was ten times better than the average human's.

“Son...” he walked around his office table and made himself comfortable on the chair next to me, bending forward and placing a hand on my shoulder. “I understand that such a dream could upset you,” he sighed and continued, “but usually all male wolves get some sort of dream indicating their mate is close.”

He got up and walked back to his office chair when I decided to continue the story of my dream.

“Six times, in six different ways? I doubt that.” I said, ashamed, and took a peek, seeing the shocked expression playing on his face. I thought so!

I left my father's office soon after and made my way to school.

Ever wonder why we as kids need to sit through endless, boring, and torturous lessons in school?

Or listen to pointless teachings from educators blubbering and getting excited about something that doesn’t interest anyone in the class?

I laid my head on my arm on top of my desk, my eyes hardly open, bored out of my existence. If you ever find the answers to my questions, please share them with the class.

A yawn escaped my lips; I was bushed.

The bell finally rang, releasing me from this torturous history class. I got out of my chair at the speed of light. I was already dreading my next class. I surely have better things to do than sit and listen to endless talks about subjects I will never use again when I break free of this hell hole. Off to calculus, another tedious subject.

“Attention. Attention, all students! The fifth and second periods have been switched around; please make it to your respective classes,” the secretary’s voice sounded over the intercom in the hall.

I sighed, irritated by the turn of events, and turned back to my locker. English was my fifth period, and it was on the south side of the school, and I was already late.

"I wondered what brought about the sudden change in swapping class periods today," I mumbled to myself as I shoved my calculus book back into my locker and retrieved my English book and assignment, then started toward the south side of the school.

The south side hallway was quiet when I entered; students had already made it to class.

It was then that the most intoxicating smell hit me—the smell of apples and berries on a warm summer’s day. It made me freeze on the spot. My nose instantly pointed upwards to get a better sniff. My whole body reacted to the aroma, instantly creating a bulge in my pants.

What the hell? That has never happened before! Seriously, I haven’t even met the she-wolf. I reprimanded myself.

Kevin stirred excitedly inside me—now the mutt wants to wake up! Really!? He has been ignoring me the whole day, letting me stir in my misery due to the dreams and vivid images. Bloody dog!

“Mate!” he chanted enthusiastically.

“What? Mate? Where?” I asked dumbfoundedly, obviously shocked at his words.

Kevin takes control and forces me to the back of my mind, making me sit in the driver’s seat, watching as he follows the scent of my so-called mate. I could hear a door close in one of the empty classrooms; my nose directly led us there; my senses tingled; and my heart pounded out of control. My hand reaches for the door handle and pulls it down, holding my breath for what is to come next.

“Alexander, my love, where have you been? I have been looking all over for you. We will be late for the next period.” The screeching voice of Stacy, my last f*ck, came to my aid, breaking me from my trance and taking back control of my body from Kevin.

Kevin whined in my head, insisting that we turn back and go find what was ours. Then he growled in disgust at the female, reaching out and grabbing my arm, linking hers to mine. My body froze at the contact, and my skin crawled under her touch. I feel repulsive toward the direct skin contact I have with her. I swallowed hard, forced Kevin into the back of my mind, blocked him, and headed to class.

Jeremy, Lizzy’s friend, came in seconds after I walked in with Stacy. He had a look of amusement on his face when he entered the classroom, spotting me. I gave him a confused look, and he just shook his head and gave me a smirk. He then took his seat next to Amy and handed her some papers.

Yet again, Lizzy was nowhere to be seen. I find it particularly odd that she wasn’t in class.

No, I didn’t keep tabs on this she-wolf. As I said, she is annoying. The thing is, she never ditches class, and this is one subject I know she loves. How do I even know this, you would ask? Except for her constant reading and research, I have managed to find her diary. Okay, okay, not cool, but she loves writing, and with all the essays she has written and published, we just know that she is an extraordinary writer and loves her English literature. The only reason I got hold of her diary was that she went bunkers on my poor black Grand Cherokee SRT Jeep 2013 model. She f*cking stuck 5500 Post-it notes to my car, in all colors of the rainbow. To top it off, she then applied Vaseline to the leather seats and gave the steering wheel a thick Vaseline paint job as well. I had to get her back somehow.

Her diary didn’t hold any personal love issues, so there wasn’t anything embarrassing in there to use, but it did get her in heaps of trouble because she kept track of all her mischiefs. I might or might not have left her diary on Dad’s office table accidentally on purpose, busting her ass on all the things she did and wasn’t caught on.

My attention was drawn back to Stacy. She had claimed the seat next to me; there was nothing odd about it; everyone tries to sit next to me whenever they can, you know; I am the future Alpha after all.

The only disturbing thing was that she had her hand on my leg, stroking my beast. Yes, that’s Stacy; she likes to entertain me in class. It used to make these class lessons go faster and more exciting, and she is surely good at what she does. The only downside was that nothing happened. She gave me a confused look and then pushed her whole hand down my pants. Still, nothing happened; my eyes grew big, and I stiffened under her touch, super surprised that my beast had gone silent under her touch.

“What’s wrong with you?” She was mind-linked and confused. Pouting.

“Nothing, just tired”, I replied, trying to get her off my back, for now at least.

She pulled her hand back and turned back to the lesson in hand, disappointment written on her face. It's too bad she can’t always get what she wants. It's time to move on.

Kevin squirmed at me as if telling me that he tried to tell me so. He had managed to break out of my block when I was distracted by Stacy, but nothing happened. He was observing me and then gave me a smirk.

“What?” I snarled at him, frustrated.

"Nothing,” he replied calmly, excitement written on his face.

Then another mind-link came through before I could go at Kevin, due to him thinking it was funny that I didn't react to Stacy's touch.

Gosh, people, can I have some peace and quiet for a moment?

Wolves can mind-link other pack members if needed. It came in handy when we were under attack or if something personal or private needed to be discussed. This time it was Xavier, with worry written on his face.

“Are you okay, bro?” he was concerned.

“Yes and no,” I managed to mind-link.

“What’s up? You look like you have seen a ghost.” I laughed at his statement.

“Something like that; nothing to worry about, dude.”

“You know that you can talk to me if you need a shoulder to cry on.” He teased.

“Aw, thanks, bro. But I think I’ll pass for now.”

“Suit yourself.”

Xavier had my back, which I knew for sure. Father had managed to get Lizzy off Xavier’s back when he started training. The deal was that if he trained with me, he didn’t need any distractions. Lizzy's constant out-of-trouble card was interfering with his training. Dad had told him that he would be on a special mission someday and that he would look after the future Queen Luna. What an honor that has been bestowed on him! I was jealous that he, as a normal warrior wolf, would get such a rank. But Xavier was a good guy, pure at heart, and he would be a fierce warrior.

The only problem that I foresaw in this was that no one knew who this future Queen Luna was or if she truly existed. The king and queen disappeared years ago. No traces of them were ever found. Everyone believes that they have been killed by rogues, or maybe creepers, taking revenge of some sort. No one knows, but my father has hope that they are still alive, and he was instructed by the King and Queen himself to make sure that Xavier is fully trained and is the best warrior there ever was.

Class ended, and we headed for lunch. A faint smell of apples and berries hit my nose and died off at the library. At that stage, I was too exhausted to even try to find the source of the smell. I desperately needed some decent sleep, and I needed it now.

I excused myself in the cafeteria and went and signed myself out at reception, using the excuse that I had been summoned for a meeting. I told my Beta that I was leaving and not to worry, and I asked him to arrange for some of the omegas to bring my homework back to the packhouse.

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