Escaping Death and Finding Mate

We crossed the street and began walking up the main walkway to the pack house's entrance. Although I was nervous about meeting the Luna, the large double doors ahead, draped with vines and flowers, looked truly inviting and kind in my eyes.

Sighs, I was a rogue, as well as a runt. Those two words kept bothering me and trampling my confidence. I was afraid of being turned away again once she sees me up close. And if the Luna rejects me, I would be in unfamiliar territory with no real resources or supplies that I had accumulated at my previous location.

The gentle breeze carried the scents of lilacs and jasmine to my nose but with an odd undertone. I took a deeper breath; I'd never smelled anything like this scent before. I was curious as to what kind of tree or plant it was. On cool nights, it reminded me of the rich smell of the deepest parts of the forest. The scent practically demanded that I pay attention to it.

I was a runt, but not a slow thinker. Scents of the forest could not compel a rogue's attention. I came to a complete halt and stared at the door in disbelief. My disbelief quickly turned to unease and concern as I realized I had not been mistaken.

My sudden stop surprised the four men who were walking with me. Luigi took one look at my face and noticed my stunned expression before asking, "Etheral, is something wrong?"

My oldest and most powerful fears were at the forefront of my mind at the time. It was said that runts had the lowest possibility, close to zero, of getting a mate. Those who did find their mate would be rejected right away because many regular werewolves would not accept a runt as their mate. Wolves were often proud creatures, and being paired with a weak runt was a huge blow to both their personal and family pride.

Damn this, I can’t do anything about this. My heart is destined to be broken no matter what. I have found my mate’s scent but only to approach him and have him reject me.

I didn't take my gaze away from the closed doors as my mind raced around the lingering shock of finally finding my mate. The scent was enticing. As I confessed, my quiet voice trembled slightly. "I can smell my mate, and I'm afraid he'll reject me; I don't think I can bear that kind of pain."

Rejection was a terrible fate, and I knew it wasn't an exaggeration or something you could easily shake because I'd met a few people who had been rejected. I could feel the pain of their broken heart as well as the scars on their soul that had forever changed them, even years or decades later. The agony of rejection drove many people to commit suicide or to become feral wolves. I had no desire to even think about going through such agony.

The four were completely taken aback, having no idea that my mate was among

the people inside. I was tempted to flee to the hills rather than stay here, but the desire to find my soul's other half kept my feet from running away. That speck of hope kept me from fleeing, at least for the time being.

I looked around at the four people around me to see how they were reacting. All four had a vacant looks in their eyes, indicating that an intense mindlink discussion between them was taking place in front of me. I could hear movement inside the house as three people exited through the back door and the rest gathered in a large room near the front door.

"I mindlinked the people inside. There are several who don't have a mate yet. Anyone with possible thoughts about rejecting you have left the house through a different exit. The rest are waiting eagerly for you. They do know you are a runt and are currently a rogue, and it doesn't bother any of them," Liam said, meeting my eyes.

I paid close attention to his expression. He was telling the truth and had most likely interrogated every wolf inside. My mate was close enough to me that I could tell he was annoyed or dissatisfied with those who had left. With trepidation, I nodded and looked at the doors.

That doorway was a two-way road. If I walk through it and met my mate, I had two options. One is to have a potentially happy mate bond. The second is rejection, which would cripple my entire being.

Rejection was uncommon, but it was not unheard of. It primarily affected those who were rogues, Omegas, or runts. Once they caught the scent, the average werewolf would have flown through that door to find their other half. As a runt, I stood a good chance of being rejected. Fortunately, Liam's intervention reduced those odds. It was the only reason I moved slowly and cautiously toward the front door.

The formation of the mate bond required eye contact, and I was going to keep an eye on my feet until I was sure I wasn't going to be rejected. I was going to approach this situation with caution and care. I… I don’t want to go insane once the rejection is done.

As Yap opened the door, I walked forward slowly, my gaze fixed on the ground. They would undoubtedly notice that I was nervous. The enticing scent was stronger here, making it difficult to concentrate. Yap and Luigi led the way, and I followed hesitantly. Liam and Mel trailed behind, possibly to keep me from fleeing in terror. I shook my head in an attempt to clear it, but it didn't work.

My Omega senses were malfunctioning, which made me feel even more uneasy. All I could smell was coal. It had begun to glow as soon as I entered the house, and it was overpowering my Omega senses. I couldn't pick up on anything else, only the strong scent.

The now-blazing coal had to be my mate. Our proximity was gradually reawakening the mate bond. He was only a few steps away. I could hear whispering, but none of the voices belonged to my mate. He’s silent.

"Hey, Reed, have you smelled anything yet?" a random guy asked.

"Nothing overpowering, just the four guys and a foresty smell.” And that must be his friend, Reed.

"Yeah, neither did I, but we'll have to ask her later how she cloaked her scent like that. That is so cool."

I nervously followed Yap and Luigi around, making sure to keep my eyes down. It was difficult because my rogue instincts made me want to look around to assess the situation and look for possible escape routes, despite the fact that there were over a dozen people in the room. The scent was driving me insane already. I wondered what someone would look like if they wore that scent. Nothing could ever compare; I… I adored that scent.

As I walked into the room, there was complete silence. A few moments later, I heard a set of heavy footsteps approaching me. I heard a couple of them exhale in surprise. "You've got to be kidding me," one of the earlier voices murmured.

At that comment, I came to a halt and shifted my weight uncomfortably. My presence had not surprised them; rather, the identity of whoever was approaching me had. To say the least, it made me nervous.

My fear and anxiety made me want to look up to see what had them so taken aback, but my mind knew that I would almost certainly make eye contact. As I sensed my mate approaching me in silence, I kept my eyes down. The glow of the coal in my mind was far too strong, flickering with tiny flares of fire, and it completely overpowered everything else in my senses. And when he stopped in front of me, I trembled slightly with nerves and fear.

“Can you look me in the eyes?” he said, softly. His voice was deep and it tickles my heart just to hear his voice, how much more if I look at him?

“I can’t… I can’t take it,” I mumbled, shutting my eyes close. Then I opened them with a sigh. “If you plan to turn me down, then do it now.”

A large hand slowly entered my gaze below. His hands were calloused, indicating that he was no stranger to hard work. His hand moved slowly until two fingers gently touched the underside of my chin. As he slowly lifted my face up, sparks erupted from his touch. When my blue eyes met his amber eyes, time seemed to stop.

My senses were numb as the flickering coal burst into a raging flame. The mate bond took root in my heart and mind, I felt a powerful, blinding wave of energy cascade through my senses and body. I fell unconscious of the surroundings; my mind was filled with sensations and feelings I couldn't even name.

As he gently brushed his thumb across my cheek, sparks flared up once more. His eyes were filled with nothing but love. With a soft smile, he looked down at me. "I will never turn you down."

The forming mate bond, as well as my slowly recovering Omega senses, both assured me that he had told the truth. My rejection anxiety eventually dissipated like morning mist under the rising sun. He didn’t reject me. My mate didn’t reject me.

And I can’t believe the happiness exploding inside my heart.