Chasing back his Rejected Mate

Tension permeated the air, the kind that made breathing hard and seemed like it was pressing down on your chest. Its weight was like an unseen force that was coiling around me, getting heavier by the second.

We were standing in a clearing with lengthy shadows created by the low moon in the sky. The cold pricked at my skin, but it wasn't the air that was chilling me-it was him. The man who had kept me alive. The man who had hardly exchanged words since we'd managed to flee the outlaws. The man whose identity remained a mystery to me.

Nevertheless, I couldn't get rid of the persistent feeling in the depths of my gut that suggested I ought to have known him. There was something about him that you could relate to, similar to how nightmares may be unceasingly familiar even when you can't fully recall what they were about.

"Really, who are you?" I repeated my question, this time with a harsher tone that broke the thick silence between us.

He remained unfazed, not even giving me a quick look. His gaze was fixed forward, searching the forest like a raptor looking for its meal. But this time, I wasn't going to be disregarded. I was tired of being in the dark and mindlessly following.

"You don't want to know, Nixie," he said, his voice low, like the rumble of distant thunder.

"Not yet." That wasn't good enough. "I deserve to know! You've dragged me through hell, and you expect me to just keep trusting you without knowing a damn thing?"

As I stepped in front of him, forcing him to stop.

"I'm not taking another step until you tell me who you are."

His gaze flickered down to meet mine, cold and unreadable.

He cocked his head, examining me with those calculating, piercing eyes. I thought for a second that he may respond to me, but then he slowly shook his head, a little smile playing on his lips.

His voice was a deep growl as he replied, "It's not about trust."

"The focus is on survival." I felt the frustration building within me as I balled my fists.

"What on earth does that mean?" My patience getting thin, I spat.

With an overwhelming presence, he stepped toward me, filling the gap between us until it was difficult to look at anything but the intensity in his gaze. When he talked, his voice was smooth, yet it had a bite to it that made my skin tingle.

"It indicates that you're not prepared for reality. I started to argue, but the words became stuck in my throat. I hesitated because of something in the way he stated it, the finality in his tone.

I couldn't give up now, though. Not when I was about to find out what he was hiding. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself.

"Give me a try." There was stillness between us for a little while. Then he suddenly burst out laughing. A wicked, low laugh that made my spine tingle.

"Are you not the obstinate little wolf? He shook his head in shock and mumbled. But his countenance darkened once more when he turned to face me. All right.

Do you wish to know the truth?

You're going to receive more than you anticipated. He took a step closer, and I felt my heart race in my chest as I swallowed hard, the air between us crackling with electricity I couldn't see. He raised his hand and gently brushed my chin with it while tilting my head so that I had to look him in the eye. With his eyes fixed on mine, he uttered softly.

"I'm not who you think I am." "I was never that."

The atmosphere surrounding us seemed to change before I could take in what he had spoken. A glimmer of light, so faint I almost missed it, was followed by the distinct sound of power resonating through the earth under my feet.

My body was screaming for me to get up and run, but I was immobile. I remained motionless, staring into his eyes as the gravity of the situation descended upon us.

"What are you, exactly?" I tried to be quiet, but my voice trembled as I whispered.

That's when he smiled, but it wasn't a comforting smile. It was darker, something different entirely. More peril.

"With the weight of a thousand whispered confessions, he said.

"I'm Alpha Neon Wayne." "Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack."

My throat tightened around my breath. Wayne Alpha Neon? The infamous leader of the Blue moon pack? Is it the same person who inspired fear in the hearts of packs throughout the territories, the person who was said to be more monster than man? No.

This is too good to be true. He is too good to be true. I said in a hushed tone, shaking my head, "You're lying." "There must be a sick joke involved here."

However, his expression said otherwise to me. In his expression, there was no humour, no playful banter. Just the harsh, unfeeling reality.

"Why do you think I kept you alive?" He questioned, the biting edge cutting through his voice. "Do you think the moment the rogues saw me, they backed off?" I tried to dispute and reject the reality that was in front of me, but I was unable to do so. Now everything is made clear.

The ease with which he went, the fear that the outlaws had fled from him, and the overwhelming authority that he carried around. He was Alpha Neon Wayne, truly.

My stomach contorted into a knot as his announcement finally sank in. This man was more than just a wanderer or rogue; this stranger had saved my life. He was the adversary. The one I'd been warned for years about by my pack. The one who was expected to be cruel and vicious.

And here I was, in the middle of nowhere, standing by myself with him. I took a step back, my heart pounding loudly in my ears as fear tore at my throat. Would you please save me? Why won't you please aid me?

Something more sinister and menacing seeped into his countenance, causing his eyes to grow darker and his smile to disappear. Because Nixie, you are more valuable to me while you're still living.

The implications of his words struck me like a lead weight, and I froze. Important? What was meant by that? And why was my skin crawling the way he said it?

"What are you going to do with me, exactly?"

My question was hardly audible above a whisper. He did not respond immediately. Rather, he retreated a step, maintaining eye contact with me throughout his speech in a softer but still commanding tone.

"That is dependent upon you."

A howl came from somewhere in the distance before I could reply, severing the tension in the air like a knife. I tensed up upon hearing the noise.

Wolves. My pack.

"He said coolly, as though he had been anticipating this all along: "They've found us."

My heart pounded. The pack of Crescent Moon was drawing near. My pack. That was the same gang that had thrown me out and declared me dead. And now they were coming after me.

My heart began to race as I cast a quick peek toward Alpha Neon. What action was expected of me? Embark with him, adversary? or confront my pack and impending demise?

Alpha Neon's eyes met mine, challenging me as the screams grew closer and louder.

With a low yet firm voice, he commanded me to make my choice. "Come with me ", Nixie or confronts them. But be aware that there is no turning back.

I understood I had no choice but to accept the sounds of my past as they crashed into me at that very instant.