Novel Ships
Chapter 79
Rejected Littl
Chapter 79
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Staring at the small pill in Axton’s hand, the room suddenly feels suffocating, as if all the oxygen has been sucked out.
Everything around me seems to have come to a standstill, emphasizing the solitude of this moment of sudden understanding. I can’t help but feel a rush of emotions overwhelming me, each one more powerful than the previous.
The conflicting emotions of my heat make me want to scream in frustration and lash out at Axton for suggesting something so outrageous. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
He handed me the pill with an air of indifference, as if it held no importance. Doesn’t he understand the gravity of what he’s asking me to do?
Yet, another part of me is emotionless, surrendering to the understanding that this is the way things will always be between us.
From the very beginning, I knew that Axton and I were just two people who have casual sex. We were just two people seeking comfort in each other’s company, trying to fill the voids in our lives. But even so, I never expected him to treat me with such disregard, as if I’m nothing more than a disposable tool to be used and cast aside.
My mind is a whirlwind of relentless thoughts, each one more agonizing than the previous. The realization hits me like a wave, a feeling of betrayal that I can’t seem to shake off. Axton doesn’t see me as anything more than a passing distraction. And yet, despite the hurt and anger swirling inside me, there’s also a profound melancholy, a feeling of something irrevocably gone
I thought maybe, just maybe, there was something real between us.
However, as my eyes fixate on the pill in Axton’s hand, I can no longer evade the stark truth. I was just a temporary presence in his life, destined to be cast aside when he decides to move on.
I swallow hard, trying to push down the lump forming in my throat. It’s difficult to breathe, difficult to think, with the weight of Axton’s actions bearing down on me. I feel like I’m being pulled under by a relentless tide of emotions, struggling to catch my breath.
Shit
It’s true that I can’t control how Axton treats me, but I can control how I choose to handle his behavior. I won’t allow myself to be diminished to a mere footnote in someone else’s narrative. I refuse to be someone’s hidden secret, not again,
I refuse to let Axton’s actions determine my value–1 know my worth goes beyond that.
With a newfound resolve, I reach out and gently take the pill from his hand, feeling the weight of it against my trembling fingers. In that fleeting moment, our eyes lock, and I detect a hint of remorse in his expression.
However, I choose not to linger on that thought. Instead, I turn away and walk over to the sink, where I can hear the gentle trickle of water as i fill a glass. I quickly swallow the pill, feeling its cold, hard surface against my tongue before it disappears down my throat.
Setting the glass down, an overwhelming sense of hollowness engulfs me. It’s as if a void has been created within me, a deep emptiness where something once existed. With a deep breath, I steady myself, squaring my jaw and straightening my shoulders, ready to face the challenge ahead. No matter what happens next, I will face it head–on.
We weren’t even mated, so there was no chance of getting pregnant without a claiming mark. However, his desire for certainty that he wanted me to swallow the pill it was so hurtful that it almost made me want to curl up into a ball and cry.
ty was so strong
As I look at the empty glass of water in front of me, I can still feel the remnants of the pill I took, leaving a faint sensation on my tongue. as that moment unfolds, my mind begins to wander, contemplating the endless possibilities of what could have been.
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I can picture myself with a belly that grows round and full, a constant reminder of the precious life growing inside me, and I relish the gentle nudges from my unborn child. I imagine myself holding a newborn, their delicate fingers intertwined with mine, their gentle breaths creating a warm sensation on my chest. I dream of the joy and the love that comes with being a mother, the smell of freshly washed baby clothes, and the overwhelming feeling of pride when witnessing a child’s accomplishments,
I think of Zeke, the man who once held my heart in his hands, and I wonder if things could have been different between us. If he had not rejected me, if he had chosen me as his mate, would we have built a life together, raising a family? If he had been by my side, would I have been able to experience the happiness of motherhood?
However, the
cold grasp of reality quickly descends, ruthless and unyielding
Zeke made his choice, and it wasn’t me.
I
I often question whether I would have possessed the necessary qualities to be a mother, if I would have been capable of providing my child with the affection and nurturing they deserve. I wondered if I could have protected them from the harsh realities of life, leading them with wisdom and compassion. Or would I have hesitated, paralyzed by the enormity of my own insecurities and doubts?
Lingering in the corners of my mind like shadows in the night, these questions haunt me relentlessly. I understand that I am not perfect, and I have made errors in the past, with the understanding that I will make more in the future.
Out of nowhere, I feel a light, feather–like tap on my shoulder, making me jump in surprise.
As I turn around, my heart skips a beat as I come face to face with Axton, his worried expression piercing through me. As he walks around me, the sound of his footsteps fades into the background, and I can feel his arms enveloping me in a comforting embrace, I can feel the strength of his embrace, the warmth of his body against mine, and for a moment, I allow myself to be comforted by his presence.
“What’s wrong?” Filled with genuine concern, Axton asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I could smell you… You smell sad. Why?”
I want to tell him everything, to pour out my heart and soul and lay bare the pain that I carry inside. But the words catch in my throat, choked by the weight of my emotions. I don’t know how to articulate the depth of my sorrow, how to express the overwhelming sense of loss that consumes me. So instead, I plaster a fake smile on my face and turn to face him.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Ilie, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. “I’m fine.”
But even as the words escape my mouth, I am aware of their insincerity, a desperate facade to conceal the storm brewing within me. As I look into Axton’s eyes, I can discern the skepticism and doubt that lie beneath his surface of concern. He knows me too well to be fooled by my facade, and I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye, knowing that he can see through my mask.
I choose a different approach and pull him towards me, our lips locking in a passionate kiss that serves as a temporary escape from the tormenting voices in my head. As his lips meet mine, a comforting warmth spreads through my body, providing a momentary escape from the storm. But even as I cling to him, seeking refuge in his embrace, I know that it is only a temporary reprieve from the pain that lingers
within me.
“I appreciate your concern, Axton,” I quietly murmur against his lips, the warmth of our breath mingling in the intimate space between us. “But you’re being an idiot worrying about me. Let’s just go for that run you were talking about, okay?”
Axton pulls back slightly, his eyes intensely scanning mine for any glimpse of the truth lurking behind my words. But all he finds is the same eyes searching for any fake smile plastered on my face, the same facade that I have perfected over the years. He hesitates for a moment, his e
sign of the inner turmoil he can feel, before finally giving a small nod and a gentle smile.
“Okay,” he says softly, his voice filled with understanding, “Let’s go for that run.”
Fri, 21
Leaving my cabin behind, we also leave the lingering shadows of doubt and fear that have taken root within its walls.
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Standing beside Axton, our bodies trembled with anticipation as the moon’s silvery light bathed the forest. About to shift into our wolf forms, we could already feel the energy coursing through us, ready to race through the dense undergrowth.
With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and let the transformation consume me. I could feel the prickling sensation of fur growing all over my body, while my bones stretched and rearranged, until I stood tall on four sturdy legs. Glancing at Axton, I couldn’t help but be captivated by his glossy, ebony fur, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. In that moment, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards his self- assured demeanor.
With complete silence, Axton swiftly launched himself forward, his robust muscles effortlessly propelling him through the air. Watching him disappear into the dense, shadowy forest, I hesitated for a moment, feeling a sense of trepidation before summoning the courage to follow. As I ran, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of my emotions pressing down on me, dragging at my heels like invisible chains.
With each powerful stride, Axton surged ahead, his confident movements a stark contrast to my own stumbling and labored steps. With every step, my heart pounded in my chest, trying to keep up with his fast, rhythmic pace, but my legs struggled to match his speed. It felt as though the weight of my sorrows wrapped around me like a suffocating cloak, pulling me deeper into despair.
As we dashed through the forest, the trees whizzed by in a dizzying whirl of green and brown, and a wave of freedom washed over me. As I momentarily escaped the clutches of my heartache, a sense of peace washed over me, dispelling the doubts and fears. However, as the adrenaline subsided and weariness took over, the harsh reality of my situation hit me like a tidal wave.
My eyes briefly met Axton’s as he vanished into the shadows ahead, and in that moment, a surge of frustration engulfed me. The forest enveloped him as he sprinted through it, the sounds of his carefree strides and the rustling of leaves creating a stark contrast to my labored breaths and racing thoughts, still grappling with what he had just made me do.
It wasn’t fair. None of it was.
I let out a weary sigh as I trudged my way back to the cabin. The run left my muscles sore, but a satisfying warmth spread through my chest. It had been a good run, but I didn’t really want to talk anymore. The sound of my heavy breaths filled the air, and my muscles ached with exhaustion. My heat continued to burn within me, leaving me longing for nothing more than uninterrupted sleep.
Deep in thought, I was oblivious to the trap lying in wait, catching me off guard when it was already too late.
With a sharp cry of pain, I could feel the icy touch of the metal jaws closing tightly around my leg, ensnaring me in their cruel embrace. In an instant, the agony pierced through me, as if I had been struck by a bolt of lightning. I couldn’t contain my cries of pain, my hands instinctively clawing at the ground in a desperate attempt to find relief.
Overwhelmed with panic, I hastily transformed back into my human form, the sudden change leaving me exposed and defenseless amidst the trees. The sound of my pounding heart drowned out all other noise as I desperately cfawled away from the trap, my leg throbbing with unbearable pain. I felt the slow trickle of blood on my skin, the sticky sensation blending with the rough texture of dirt and leaves.
With trembling hands, I gingerly touched my injured leg, feeling the warm, throbbing sensation beneath my fingertips. As I lift my hand once more, I am met with a horrifying scene–a shocking amount of blood that causes me to black out.