Rejection on the Alpha #1

02. Humble Home

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CHAPTER 2: Humble Home

Our stare down was locked in, I felt the dark brush strokes of Martin's aura reach around him in the room he believed was more appropriate than out in the main courtroom. In public. In the hall, where his clan could see every expression, feel the hatred that I knew I emitted his way just at the dark sight of him.

His nose was straight and pointed, skin pale where his Beta held a more olive texture. His dark strands sharp and racked back without fingerprints dishevelling it. Those liquid silver eyes penetrated mine. They were calculating, trying to anticipate my next move like his life depended on it.

I closed my eyes and tried shallowing my breathing as best as I could. I wanted to rest and be left alone, but the thing about hope—it's a dirty four-letter word for the wish on the well. My lungs didn't want nor need more than such a minimal amount.

"How did you escape the beast, Celestine?" She asked me next. Reina looked to be the only talker of the room. Did they have any fucking idea who I worked for, I could throw them behind bars if I had the forces to do so, if I had the councilmen on my side, after giving my life to the supernatural council.

I slowly opened my eyes. She wouldn't leave me alone, and she had no idea how much I wanted to be left alone. I lean my forehead against the wood, "Leave me alone." I didn't recognize my own voice, it wasn't a voice at all—it was a raspy, dying breath.

She stiffened where she sat, "What did you say?" She whispered, looking at him cautiously, as if this hasn't happened before. He had to be delusional, or at least in utter denial of the truth, I denied him as mine, he isn't. I don't care of status or power behind this particular Alpha, he had no business claiming me.

I knew she heard me.

"I won't be a mate to that." I muttered, the filth in front of me has his silver eyes that spotted me as if I were wearing neon in that auditorium.

The council members and district of all werewolf clans had met for the sole purpose of understanding whether to let in other supernatural tribes, specific ones being vampires who want in on political discussions, wants who haven't yet gone feral.

Others included the elemental species, specifically higher groups in more distant countries, and realms.

I looked at her with an empty, dull look in my eyes, "If you don't go away right now, I will burn this entire building to the ground, I will not care for the innocents who die under your Alpha's rule. Get the fuck away from me, you psychotic bitch of hell." I spat at her again, with eyes that bore into hers.

Her heart thrummed.

She left, though. Even as she stepped away from me, I watched in the reflection of the mirror as Alpha Julius stayed behind. He stayed standing there and stared at my form. He searched for the whole puzzle and only getting pieces, some he has no clue what to do with.

I refused to turn to him, wishing for my dagger. They checked for that. He caught the hint after that. He was slow to turn away, and often—he would pause every ten steps, shake his head, and pause again until he was finally gone.

I watched the snowfall.

My head felt heavy. My back was numb.

I ate dinner in Miranda's room. She didn't seem to mind as she played solitaire on the table. I lied down on the couch, staring into nothing.

The sound of the door knocking could be heard, "Miranda, open up, now." The woman sounded urgent and my arm burned, meaning he was on the other side, and I could smell the others. Reina and Robert stepped into the room, thanking Miranda for allowing me to stay here when I refused to be near their Alpha.