My bedroom is cold and empty feeling though my things clutter the space obnoxiously. I set my back down at the door and walk in as if this is someone else bedroom and I am an intruder.
My mother isn't home, actually, she doesn't know that I am either. I had never called and told her I was leaving as I only found out last night. She'll be disappointed, I think. Sad for me. Her daughter was mated to an Alpha, was taken to his pack, then was sent home for her own good. It makes me sad just thinking about it.
Having no desire to unpack, I leave my bag set against the wall and walk to the window, gazing out at the forgotten view of the forest, the view I used to stare out at while I cried when I was younger. I don't want to be here. Not anymore. This has become a sad place now, one where my half-filled soul will rot and wither away until I die. There is a peer of me that was left at the Grant Pack, and a part that I will never get back.
Mindlessly, I climb into my cold bed and hide under the covers. Depressed for the life ahead of me. Depressed over my empty heart and dulled down from the loss of my one, true mate. There will never be anyone like him, no one to replace his anger and coldness, his good moments where he gives into me, and the sensation of his lips, a sudden kiss or not. I have never held such hatred towards every other man before, but I have no interest in them. That is something I have in common with my old self. No man will ever please me if it is the last thing I do.
My mother's shocked voice wakes me. "Rae? Rae, what are you doing here?"
I slip out of my dreamless sleep and look over to her.
She quickly nears me. "When did you get here? You didn't call to say you were visiting. Are you all right? What's happened? Did something happen? Is he here, your mate?"
"Not now," I mutter, cold and numb. "I want to be alone."
"Not now?" She gapes as if I had told her I was pregnant. "What do you mean not now? Will you please tell me what's going on?"
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