Chapter 12. Rejection

Point of View: Alpha Ryan Damison

Rejection? Hmmm...

When a wolf rejects his mate, the pain is unbearable. It's next to dying every day. His wolf loses motivation and suicides in some cases.

Jax grins at me which triggered my rage and I punch his stinky ass face. Three teeth fall down on the floor with painful howls and more blood. I pick his broken teeth and stuff them back in his bleeding mouth. I press his cracked jaw forcefully until I see him struggle to gulp it down.

I clean my hands on my pants as they are already stained with coffee before. "Jax! I'll tell you a secret. I found my mate today... But, I don't want him." I say the bitter truth, the truth that is devouring me from inside. I just need someone to talk to. And torture.

Suddenly Jax looks up with amusement in his eyes, blood drips from his mouth as he speaks, "Does your pack know their Alpha is gay? That their Alpha like sucking dic-" Before he could complete I jam my knee into his pelvis with force. I am really starting to irk on the thought of dicks.

Jax howls in agony, his legs shiver as he wails in pain. RIP his balls.

"I am not gay, I am very much into vaginas. Send your mate to my room, I can prove you with the live telecast. But this mate thing was a big mistake done by the moon goddess. So tell me, how can I contact her?" I hiss furiously. If I could I would have sued moon goddess by now.

A low sustained growl echoes through his chest but soon it fades away. Jax doesn't reply but a smile appears on his face, it widens so far that I could see his missing teeth. "So tell me, Alpha Ryan! How will you have your pups?"

Then suddenly I remember, only mates can bear pups. And me being an Alpha means I can only pass on my wolf's DNA through procreation with my mate that is the Luna. But knowing my mate is a guy, kids are out of option now. And that made me angrier, my nostrils flared in wrath but my heart contracted in pain.

I can't even have my own pups. My wolf's bloodline stops with me?

I roar out in frustration and stomp across the room, then back again like a caged animal. I take Jax's pinky finger and break it into two pieces, then his ring finger, middle, index... so on. I couldn't even hear his sore screams, all I could feel is the excruciating pain inside my heart, the pain of my soul twisting and crumbling in weird ways.

Why? Why me?

The anger inside me is nothing but a shield for pain, like a cornered soldier randomly throwing out grenades, scared for his life, lonely and desperate.

"What was it like when you first time met her?" I ask him. A faint smile appears on his bruised face, his eyes sparkle and I see intense emotions floating in them. He might be reliving some precious moments of his life. I envy this fucker.

"My wolf recognized her before I could. Her enticing smile made me fall for her. Mine and her wolf were already in love at first sight and they couldn't stop howling, running, jumping. And yes, she has big boobs." He amusingly laughs at me.

Wait! I didn't hear his wolf. I heard nothing in fact, he didn't even address me as Alpha or recognized me as a werewolf. I immediately ask Dakota if he had any conversation with his wolf.

Ryan, I forgot to tell you, I didn't talk to his wolf. In fact, he doesn't have a wolf. Our mate is human. Dakota tells me.

Human? A low life human that I hate as equal to rogues. A weak person. In our pack, we have female werewolves who couldn't shift just like humans but we still consider them as werewolves because of their strength. But this is another level of bullshit!

What the fuck is wrong with the moon goddess, is she on some kind of drug?

I didn't even realize when my three-inch razor claws replaced my nails. My hand swings swiftly, piercing through Jax's abdomen. Blood along with some jelly thingy sluggishly seep out from the deep slice on his stomach. Probably his intestines. Ewww.

My gaze falls on my bloodstained hands, an air of melancholy cloaks me from everywhere, making me feel dark and gloomy. Today, I didn't enjoy my favorite hobby, killing rogues. I didn't savor his shrill screams, his horror face, nothing.

Jax's body slump against the stocks holding him, his chin fell to his chest. "Last question, Jax. Jax!" I pat his cheeks so he doesn't get unconscious. "What will happen if someone killed their mate?" I ask him anxiously.

Jax looks up at me with half-open eyes, his eyelids heavy and swelled but still, I can see in them disgust for me. He opens his bloodied mouth as he speaks hatefully,

"Your wolf will kill you."