His Rejection, page 8
"You have a beautiful name. How come you don't go by your first name," I wondered as I peeked over at her.
I couldn't help but to laugh at her expression. Her mouth was wide open, and her eyes were wide. She looked like she had just caught her best friend in bed with her husband... now that I'm thinking about it that would mean she'd catch Nova and me together.
"EWWW!" She squealed.
"What," I asked.
"No one has ever thought my name was pretty before. Well except your sister... but she's a girl. So, no guy has thought that. They can't even say it correctly, neither could the teachers at my school so I started going by Noni instead," she explained.
"Oh. So, you're French?"
"Hey," she shouted like a little kid, a cute little kid. "It's my turn." I nodded and gestured for her to go.
"What's your full name?"
"Alex Chale Summers."
"Ch-ale," she said asking the pronunciation. I shook my head.
"No, the Ch is pronounced like a K," I said sounding it out for her. She nodded her head in understanding after the third time of us saying it together.
"So, you're French," I asked again.
"Half."
"You can speak it and all?"
I was intrigued. I had never met someone who could speak one of the languages of love. I wanted to hear it. I had dreams where a hot girl would speak it to me and today it was going to be a reality.
"Oui," she replied.
I knew that meant yes at least. I had to struggle to keep my focus on the road. I mean if we crashed, we wouldn't die but my car would be pretty messed up and I loved my car just like I was being to love Noni, or rather Mignonette.
"Say something else."
"Sommes-nous près de la maison pack encore?"
So hot, I thought.
We lucked out in the mate department, I said to my wolf.
We sure did. I love her already, he told me.
"What does that mean," I asked.
"Are we almost to the pack house yet?"
"In about five to ten minutes," I told her laughing.
She pouted and sighed. I swear I was falling in love with this girl more and more. Everything she did was either sexy, beautiful, or cute. She didn't have an ugly thing about her. That was until I heard her phone ring...
"Nova? What's wrong," she asked. I could hear the concern dripping from her voice. I could hear my sister's voice perfectly through the phone I perked up hoping to find out what was wrong and if my sister was OK... that didn't happen because apparently, she knew French too.
"Je ne crois pas que je peux le faire," Nova screamed through the phone.
"Quoi faire?"
''Être avec mon compagnon... J'ai peur. Et si ça ne fonctionne pas?''
''Miel que c'est très bien. Il est né et a fait l'amour que vous et seulement vous. Lui donner une chance,'' Noni said in a soothing voice. Whatever they were talking about I could tell Nova was freaking out.
Bringing my attention back to the road completely, I noticed that the packhouse was coming up. I nudged Noni and pointed to the packhouse. Her eyes widen and she squealed in excitement. She was finally home.
From what Nova told me about her in letters and such she had never had a real home. Her parents didn't care what she did and the guys she dated were all jerks and used her. She had never had anything to call her own. Yeah, her parents had money, but it was their money. So, there was no question that she would make her home right here, with me.
"You ready to see your new home," I asked her. She nodded her head and then turned back to the phone as I was pulling up into the pack grounds.
"OK n'oubliez pas ce que j'ai dit le Nova, lui donner une chance. Maintenant je dois aller parce que mon partenaire et moi sommes sur le point de rendre chaque chose officielle! Et que je veux dire sexe et marquage...''
Forgetting or not caring to grab her things, Noni ran into the house once I pulled into the driveway. I laughed and grabbed her bags. She didn't have much so I guess Nova and I would have to take her shopping tomorrow afternoon.
Hell, maybe even the next day after, because with us partying tonight and what's bound to take place right now there is no way I'm letting her leave my sight without my mark on her.
Is that a promise, she whispered through my mind.
What the hell? How did she do that?
Wolves couldn't read their mates' mind unless they were fully mated, of course, if Noni was in our pack, we'd be able to communicate through the pack link, but she wouldn't be able to read my mind. Not unless she was a...
A Special, she said finishing my thought.
So, you are a Special? Like Nova and me?
No. Nova is a Class 5 Special. I'm just a Class 1, she explained. And you are a Class 1, like me.
Class 5? I wondered.
It just means she's strong. She's the strongest Special ever recorded. She has a record of four gifts totally! She's not even fully mated so she may develop more, she explained.
Wow.
I knew Nova was unique, but I didn't know Nova was so, for a lack of a better word, special. Our mother had always told me that my sister was going to be special... that I was supposed to be her protector; even after she found her mate.
Mates can choose to break the bond, but what you and Nova will have can never be broken, she whispered as she laid the pink almond in the crib.
Not if I'm forgotten or if we are hunted, the young Alex whispered shyly.
No, my sweet boy, she said turning to him. What you and Nova have will transcend time. She will forever be your sister and you, her brother. Nothing can change that... not even death or time.
Hey! I'm special too you know, she said whining like a little girl.
I know baby. Hey, where are you, by the way, I asked confused. She wasn't in the front room or the kitchen. Matter of fact she was even on the first floor. I could smell that she had gone upstairs.
She was beautiful and so full of light, Noni whispered in my mind. It was like I could feel it even through your mind.
Yes, she was. Have you seen her before? I asked genuinely curious.
When Nova told me that there was an entire class dedicated to the history of our mother, I was in disbelief. You could tell with just one look that there had been something special about Mother but an entire class... and then nova explained the history to me as she learned it; I smiled at that thought. Nova knew I wanted to understand more about our history... our heritage but id never leave Maxon alone like that... so she taught me over the phone.
No, that was my first time. All the pictures of her burned during the first attack. Her beauty was only ever described to me and it was done no justice, she said peacefully.
She was amazing. I didn't know she did all those things before coming here... I didn't know that Nova and I were only half-siblings.
I believe what your mother said is true... mates have a choice on whether they want to stay or leave but a blood connection? Well, that's forever.
I'd like to know more, I stated, and half asked her.
Love, I'd be happy to teach you.
Blushing, I asked her again. Where are you?
I'm in your room. Waiting on you, she replied sexily. The desire dripping from her voice was enough to make me pick up my speed. I raced to my room and kicked open the door. Not hard enough to break it though.
As soon as the door opened, the smell hit me. It was a mix between Noni's flowery chocolate smell and her arousal. I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled. I could feel myself becoming turned on by just her smell alone.
Open your eyes, she whispered in my head.
For the first time since I had smelled her on Nova, my wolf began to act up because there, on my bed was a naked Noni. Dropping her bags on the floor, I quickly shut and locked my room door stripping off all my clothes in the process. My wolf gnawed at the cage in my mind to get free. He wanted to take her right here right now. He didn't care if he hurt her, but I did. This was my first time, so I wanted to be here and make it special for the both of us.
Maxon
"Do you like this one or the black one better," Nova asked me.
She had driven us to some swimsuit shop deep into the city. She had been trying them on and prancing around me teasingly. My wolf and I wanted nothing more than to rip off the bikini and take her right there.
I looked her body. From what I saw she had at least three tattoos. She had her full name written in calligraphy on her lower back, she had wolf paw prints coming from the inside of her right thigh all the way up to her hip, and on the left of her body she had a lotus flower with stars. Her flat stomach showed that her belly button was pierced. Her chest was bigger and fuller I'm guessing they would be about D cups now. Her long, curvy tan legs that I envisioned wrapping around my waist and ---
"Maxon!" I slowly looked up at her from her legs. Her face was red and flushed. Her eyes weren't the hazel they usually were, but the blue ones of her wolf. The desire was evident all over her body.
"Can you tone your thoughts down please? It's hard to focus if I can feel and smell your arousal," she said. Her voice was a sexy husk, deep and alluring.
"I'm sorry. But you're prancing around me in bikinis, not much else for me to think about," I replied. She nodded and smiled at me, I guess in understanding.
Her smile was beautiful. It wasn't the type of beautiful that you called a pretty girl when you wanted some, it was the type of beautiful that you wait your whole life to see and once you've seen it, you can't live without it. Or maybe I was just being biased. Every wolf thinks his or her mate is that kind of beautiful.
Well whatever you are being, it's sweet of you to say so. Oh, and I want these two, she said smiling as she twirled two bikinis in my face.
Only one I remember her having on, it was black with Juicy written in green letters going across the butt. I smiled at that.
It sure was, I thought to myself. She must have been reading my mind because she laughed too. The second one was my favorite color, red, and it had white paw prints on the cups.
"If you're finishing gawking, I'm ready to go," Nova said walking to the door. We got in the car and headed to the next store. She now reminded me why I never went shopping with my mother or any of my ex's.
Nova
During the ride from the tenth store we had been too I was tired, and I gave Maxon the keys to drive. It had been a long and taxing day. Maxon was having trouble controlling his thoughts. Every time I tried on anything, he would imagine himself ripping them off me and us making passionate love. Other times it wasn't so passionate, which was a great visual fantasy to see.
When it started happening too often, I realized that he was doing it on purpose. We were sitting in a diner a little way from the packhouse. He had gotten up to use the restroom when he started projecting images of his... um uh... package to me, his rather large package.
I laughed at him. Two can play at that game, mister. I started projecting images of me in the shower and of us having wild and crazy sex. Images of me straddled on top of him moaning his name while he played with my breasts, or of him on top of me thrusting in and out of me while I dug my nails into his back.
Okay you win, he surrendered.
Even in his mind, I could hear the struggle between him and his wolf, his wolf was fighting to get free, hell, so was my wolf. But I knew that there would be time later for all of that, but first, we had to talk about everything that had happened between us.
On the ride to the packhouse, I was still in the passenger seat completely full from all the food; I began to get nervous about things to come, like the party. What if everyone recognized me and still thought that I was this lowly girl who was fat and ugly? I mean I could easily beat them all, but I didn't want to have it come down to that. Or what about me sleeping with Maxon? Did that automatically mean that we would have to finish the mating process tonight?
I was panicking and I could tell that Maxon was sensing it too because he kept glancing from the road to me worriedly. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it, not knowing that that only made it worse. My mind was being clouded by lust and love. I needed help, so I called Noni.
It rang twice before she finally picked up. "Nova? What's wrong," she asked.
"Je ne crois pas que je peux le faire," I screamed through the phone. (I don't think I can do this.)
"Quoi faire?" (Do what?)
''Être avec mon compagnon... J'ai peur. Et si ça ne fonctionne pas,'' I asked. (Be with my mate. I'm scared. What if it doesn't work out?) I glanced at Maxon who had a raised eyebrow.
"You speak French," he mouthed. I just nodded my head yes and turned back to my conversation.
''Miel que c'est très bien. Il est né et a fait l'amour que vous et seulement vous. Lui donner une chance,'' Noni said in a soothing voice. (Honey it's okay. He was born and made to love you and only you. Give him a chance.)
I shook my head and looked over to Maxon. He really did seem to be trying to make up for everything, and I can't keep lying to myself about not needing him. He looked at me and smiled.
Fates, that smile could brighten a thousand people's day. I knew it made me feel better.
He reached over and brought my hands to his lips and kissed it. The sensations that shot through my body were indescribable. I smiled at him and began to feel better. I was just about to tell Noni the news, but she had shouted something quickly and then hung up the phone. I shook my head. She probably was about to finish the mating process with my brother...
By the time we had finally made it back to the packhouse, it was 7:35 pm. I brought a whole new wardrobe California friendly and new jewelry, plus I ended up buying Maxon a few new things as well. Alex told me that while I was gone, he had stopped taking care of himself, so I thought that since I was back, I'd slowly ease him back into that lifestyle; and by slowly ease I mean push him in headfirst without the floaters.
I also brought heavy-duty cleaning supplies. If I had to sleep in his room, it was going to be as clean as my room back home. He swore his room wasn't that dirty, so I decided to ask about the bathroom. He laughed nervously and tried to change the subject. That was just disgusting. He was cleaning that by himself.
chapter 12
Nova
As I feared people were already in the packhouse getting ready for the respected parties, they were going to. I was going to have to lug all my bags into the house. Or a better phrase would be into the belly of the beast. I was Maxon's mate and therefore their Luna, which means he'd have to introduce me to the entire pack.
Would they remember me? Would they ask me question why I left? Why I rejected the pack and tried to reject Maxon? Did they even know? Was he even going to tell them if they didn't know? And if they didn't, why didn't he tell them? Okay, Nova, you are just overreacting. He told them that I left. Hell, I'm sure people noticed that I was gone. Right, I asked myself mutely.
I peeked at Maxon. He had grabbed all my bags and was motioning for me to follow him inside the house. It was still as I remembered it. The hotel-like build, the dingy brick walls, the plants everything was the same. It was kind of refreshing to know that nothing drastic had happened.
“Nova,” Maxon called. I looked back at him with questioning eyes.
“Maxon.”
“When we get in there, don't let anyone upset you. It's been a while since they’ve seen me with a girl. It's been a while since they've seen you,” he explained. I nodded in understanding.
It had been a while, and I wasn't the same girl who had left. I was different, stronger. Skinnier, my wolf added. I scoffed and mentally stuck my tongue out at her.
No mating for you then, I told her matter of fact. She whimpered and sunk away sadly. Ha. Serves her right.
I followed Maxon into the house and was instantly struck with awe. The outside might have been the same, but the inside was completely different. Everything was new and refurbished. Couches, tables, bookshelves, loveseats, coffee tables, TVs, the walls were repainted a nice crème color, and the floors were a deep mahogany color. These colors were amazing, I wonder who did them.
“My mother did,” he said answering my question. I immediately felt bad for wondering. “Don't. How were you supposed to know? Besides, she did do an awesome job didn't she?”
He seemed to have drifted off into a memory, I took that time to catch up with him and thread my arm through his. He stiffened and then relaxed into my touch. It was hard to touch him and not feel anything. It was like a million tiny needles were being poked into my skin were our bodies touched. Sometimes it felt so good it hurt and it made me want to pull away and catch my breath. I wonder if he felt the same way. And as if on cue he nodded. I smiled.
“Who is that with Maxon?”
“I've never seen her around here before.”
“Could that be his mate?”
“Hey, she looks like that girl who disappeared a while back. You know. Alex's little sister.”
“That's that chubby girl?”
“Didn’t she have blonde hair?”
“She wasn’t that big Zoe.”
“Wait until Natalie sees this!”
I was about to go over there and give them a piece of my mind until Maxon tightened his grip on my arm.
Remember what I said, he whispered through my mind.
My wolf and I weren't trying to hear it though. We wanted to stand up for ourselves like we were supposed to do months ago. Maxon began to walk faster, and while I was stronger and faster than Maxon, I didn't want to ruin our good day because of a couple of sluts and idiots, so I just let him drag me to his room.
I prepared myself for the mess ahead once he had opened his door but was completely shocked. His room was completely clean. His bed was made, the TV and computer were dusted, everything was neatly arranged and well, perfect.
My old bedspread was on his bed, which caused me to smile. I walked over to the closet and saw that there was no enough room for my clothes and well as his new ones.
