Chapter 6: Rejection

Astrid’s POV

Killian turned his face away in shame when he heard my words. His hands trembled slightly as he reluctantly pulled the lilies away from my face, giving me the chance to breathe much better.

I remained silent as I covered my nose. My nose felt itchy because of the damn flowers that stirred up my allergies.

Killian suddenly scoffed after a moment of silence. “These flowers are not for you,” he spoke angrily.

I slowly looked up at him through the corner of my eyes when I heard him speak. When he came here holding the flowers, I really thought it was meant for me.

“For whom was it then?” I asked him since I really thought that he had come all the way here to give me those flowers as his way of apologizing.

“For Giselle of course,” Killian blurted out. “As you have said you have never received any gift from me. Did you really think I would give you a flower now?”

A bitter smile spread across my face when I heard his answer. It was foolish of me to expect that the flowers he was holding were meant for me.

Killian is right. I truly am delusional. Even though I know that he doesn’t like me, I always hope that he will still care about me.

I hoped that he would learn to love me and forget about Giselle while we were married.

I hoped that he would be happy to find that I was pregnant with our baby.

I hoped that he would be present to comfort me at my grandmother’s funeral.

In the end, I always get hurt because of my stupid expectations.

From now on, I will no longer hope for such things anymore. I will no longer be the foolish Astrid that I was.

“Then that’s great,” I shot back with a forced smile on my face. “Even if you beg me for forgiveness and fill my feet with flowers, I will never change my mind about the divorce.”

Killian was stunned at my words. Maybe he was expecting that I would cry and wallow at his words, but I’ve already learned my lesson.

A man like him is not worth my tears and efforts. It’s better that I leave him as soon as possible before he fully ruins my life.

“Give me my bracelet now so I can leave this place.” I narrowed my eyes at Killian’s mother.

Killian’s mother just smirked at me, unswayed by my seriousness. Instead, she held up the bracelet in her hand and showed it to his son. “Tell me, Killian. Is this bracelet really hers?” She questioned him in earnest.

Killian stared at the bracelet carefully. His brows furrowed and his eyes deepened as he examined the bracelet carefully.

“Is it hers, Killian?” His mother repeated her question when it took too long for him to answer.

Killian blinked as if he was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts. “T-the bracelet is hers,” Killian answered truthfully.

The eyes of Killian’s mother widened at her son’s answer. “That couldn’t be!” She exclaimed. “How could a mere omega like her own such an expensive bracelet? She must have stolen it,” she insisted.

I gritted my teeth upon hearing her accusations. Now I know where his son got his attitude from. Both mother and son think so little about omegas.

“Be careful of your words, mother,” Killian reprimanded her. “It’s true, Astrid owns the bracelet,” he muttered firmly.

The bracelet that his mother is holding right now is so precious to me. It is a gift given to me by my grandmother making it a very important treasure for me.

If the bracelet wasn’t given to me by my grandmother, I would have freely given it to her despite its financial value. However, it holds a sentimental value for me.

“Mother, you should give her a bracelet,” Killian tells his mother respectfully.

Killian’s mother gripped the bracelet tightly in her hand. Anger rose inside her as she thought of giving up the bracelet to me. The bracelet must be so expensive as she had said for her to want it so much.

With an emotionless expression on my face, I stared blankly into his sharp eyes and opened my palm in front of her.

Killian’s mother clenched her jaw tightly before reluctantly dropping my bracelet into my palm.

After securing my bracelet, I opened my bag and pulled out the signed divorce papers.

“Here,” I muttered coldly as I handed him the papers. “Since you are already here you can now sign it.”

Killian’s eyes shot up to me when he heard my words, then I just took off without waiting for his answer.

When I had exited the packhouse, Killian finally caught up to me after he recovered from his shock.

“Astrid!” He yelled.

I gasped when he suddenly grabbed my arm stopping me from leaving.

“What are you thinking?” Killian glared at me as he gripped my arm so tightly that I could feel a bruise forming. “You are the Pack Luna, you can’t just leave!”

I bravely stared into his narrowed eyes without cowering down before him. “Don’t you understand, Killian? I give up!” I yelled into his face surprising him. “I don’t want to be your mate and I don’t want to be your Luna anymore. Just sign the divorce papers and let me go!”

“I won’t sign these damn papers!” Killian blurted out as he raised the divorce papers that had crumpled at his tight hold.

The corner of my lips slowly stretched as I stared into him. Slowly, I shook my head and started to laugh coldly at him.

Killian stiffened as he looked at me like I had gone crazy. Maybe, I truly have gone crazy because of him.

“Why not? Giselle is free to become your Luna, after all, she is already pregnant with your child,” I retorted blankly.

Killian’s face softened. “It’s not like that. Giselle and I—“

I raised my hand stopping Killian from his words. “You don’t owe me any explanation, I understand. You never like me and now that Giselle is back—“

“You don’t understand, Astrid!” He yelled interrupting me from my words. “You just can’t leave,” he told me unreasonably as he gripped my shoulders.

“Oh! I get it now. The divorce papers are not enough right? Fine! Let’s just reject each other now so you can have Giselle as your Luna without any problem,” I continued to speak without allowing Killian to answer.

“I, Astrid Zorensen reject Killian Sullivan as my mate.” As those words left my lips, a searing pain coursed through my body causing me to drop to the ground.

I shut my eyes tight as a soft cry escaped my lips. I clawed at my chest as I felt the agonizing torment coming from there.

Just like me, Killian also crumbled to the ground because of pain. He couldn’t speak as his face contorted in pain with his hand clutching his heart.

He knelt weakly on the ground with one hand pushing himself up, trying to keep himself off the ground.

He stayed like that trying to bear the pain without accepting my rejection. If he had only accepted my rejection, he wouldn’t have hurt that much.

Since I had already snapped whatever bond I had with him through the rejection, my body had coped up eventually.

When the pain had minimized a bit, I forced myself to stand up.

Killian just watched me with pain in his eyes. Now that he is weak and in pain, he will no longer be able to stop me.

With little strength that I had left, I turned around to leave.

“You can’t live without me, Astrid!” Killian yelled. “I know you’d come back sooner or later. You will never survive out there!”

I smiled coldly without giving him the satisfaction of turning back and giving him attention.

I will never come back here. I’d rather die than come back.