Rejected Mate (open/m/m)

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Clara didn't know where she was, all she knew was that she was in a bed she didn't recognise in a room that wasn't hers and her dress was gone. She had been drinking the night before in a swanky night club as it was coming up on on the ten year mark of her having been rejected by the man that was her mate, after all she had nothing to lose since she had been shunned from her pack just days after she had been rejected and had been living from place to place making money where ever she could. She had been fifteen at the time and he was eighteen, he apparently didn't want to be tied to a 'child' in his words, shaking her head Clara got out of the bed she was in and looked around. Seeing her dress on the floor near the door with her high heels she pulled on her dress and picked up her shoes, glancing at the male in the bed who was still sound asleep Clara shrugged her shoulders before she opened the bedroom door and walked out.

Closing the door behind herself she began to make her way down the hallway looking for her way out of this large house she now found herself in, sniffing a little Clara paused catching a familiar scent. It was a scent she hadn't smelt in years, the scent of the man who had rejected her. But it couldn't have been him, Clara had heard that he was the alpha of his own pack and had a different female in his bed every night. Surely she hadn't found her way into the pack he ran and if she had she was going to kick herself.

Making her way down the hall towards the scent she stopped outside of the kitchen where it had lead her to and she peeked her head around the corner, all she saw in the kitchen was the very chiseled back of a man who obviously worked out a lot to keep his body looking amazing. Frowning Clara stepped into the doorway of the kitchen her long blonde hair a tangled mess and she was sure her makeup from the night before made her look amazing as well. "Do I know you?" Clara asked the man her voice croaky with sleep, her own voice making her wince hurting her throbbing head, she could tell he was the alpha of the pack she was currently in as there was an aura around him that screamed he had power.

"Sorry, probably sounds weird coming from a random wolf who's still drunk" she added with a small shake of her head, Clara knew she would know for sure if it was the man who had broken her if he turned around. But she didn't know what she would do. Yes she had dreamt about meeting him again and ripping him apart because of what he had done, other dreams had ended with her waking up crying longing to be wrapped in arms that didn't want her. But she did know what ever she did, either hitting or crying, would be filled with years of pain.