The Not So Sad Rejection

Moving On

Hours had passed after I left the pack before my phone rang. I had forgotten I'd even had it. I answered it and put it on speaker without checking the caller ID. "Hello?" My voice was rough from crying so I cleared it. "Hello?"

"Get your ass back here!" Grant's voice filled the cab of my truck.

"Grant?" I asked surprised. "How did you get my number?"

"Katrina come back, please," he begged. I'd never heard him begged, or say please for that matter. Why would he want me back? He rejected me.

"Did you really believe that would work?" I asked. "Did you think that a phone call and the word please would make me go back? I'm not one of your subjects anymore, King Grant. You don't control me."

"Come back!" he demanded.

"No." Silence. "Do you need me to explain what that means? You've probably never been told no before. It means that I am not going back. Not now, not ever. Why would I want to go back to the pack that turned its back on me? Why would I want to go back to you? I am never going back there. I'm moving on with my life. You should do the same."

"We'll find you," he threatened. "I will find you and I will bring you back."

"You can try," I said. "But you won't find me. You will never see me again."

I rolled down the window and threw my phone out watching it shatter against the ground. Maybe I was being a little dramatic. I could have just taking the card out I supposed. But I didn't want the temptation. It would be hard enough to never see my family again. To never talked to them again.

I lost count of hour many hours had passed while I drove but it was dark when I finally stopped and I wasn't really sure of where I was. That was concerning to me. The reality that I was now just a Rogue, a lone wolf that was free game for anyone, and not the future Beta of a pack weighed on me. I had no protect from other Rogues or from packs. I have no clue what I'm going to do.

There were a few Alphas of other packs that I'd meet and might allow me into their packs but they wouldn't hide the mate of another Alpha. Grant would find me. If I joined another pack I would have to tell them who I am and they would not hide me. So I couldn't join another pack but I couldn't really stay a Rogue.

I was really hasty in leaving. No use crying over spilt milk. I left and now I have to live with that decision.

I pulled over at a small diner and took a moment to pull myself together before grabbing my wallet and going in. People turned to look at me, or maybe I just imagined they did. "Hello, are you by yourself."

"Yes," I answered but it felt like I was talking about more than just eating alone. The diner was fairly empty so I got a booth by myself. I ordered a hamburger with fries when a waitress whose name I didn't really bother to remember.

I was too preoccupied thinking about my options. I barely even noticed when my food came and picked at it absently. I was somewhere else mentally and I was unused to having to watch out for wolves. So it was too late by the time I realized there was an Alpha in the diner. I froze. I could smell the power. It's a distinctive scent that all Alpha's carry. Most wolves wouldn't even know about it.

I looked up and spotted him. It wasn't one I recognized. I was caught between fear and relief about that. He had three wolves with him. Two were male, one was black and looked to be the same age as the Alpha who looked to be twenty if I had to guess. The other looked younger, closer to my age. He was handsome too, blonde and smoldering blue eyes. The last wolf was a female. A small Hispanic girl.