Regretting and Rejecting

HannahWaking up on the morning of my nineteenth birthday was like Christmas as a kid. I had a little extra pep in my step and joy in my swagger as I showered and dressed for mandatory morning training. I wasn't even upset about it today. I threw on a pink sports bra with black leggings and admired myself in the mirror.Girl. You fierce.Even my wolf was excited, yipping and prancing in my mind like it was the first time we shifted.I couldn't wait to finish training so I could circle the pack and look for my mate. It's a tradition for us, that a wolf newly able to identify their mate searches their own pack first, then sets out to travel nearby packs. It's very common for a mate to be close by, and I couldn't wait to get the hell out of here. I bounce down the stairs with excited steps and my parents give me warm smiles."Happy birthday!" They both yell coming over to give me warm hugs. My dad kisses my forehead like he has since I was a child and affection surges through me. I would

HannahLuna smacked her hand over his mouth before he could finish accepting my rejection."You finish that sentence I will put you in the ground myself. By doing that, you are proving everything she just said about you." Luna says with a firm glare. Micah nods a little and she removes her hand, still watching him closely."I won't say it." Micah says annoyed and runs his hand through his hair. I watch the movement, my eyes trailing his hand. Micah sees my gaze and smirks at me. That pisses me off and I return my gaze to Alpha."Hannah, I'm not saying you're wrong," Alpha says making Micah growl at him. Alpha snarls back and Micah wilts under his firm glare. "But if there is any chance of him changing, it's you. A mate brings out the best in a person, especially an Alpha. You can be the change you say is needed. That's an opportunity if you ask me." He says and I smile at him."That sounds pretty and all, Alpha, but I'm not about to hinge my future and my happiness on the hope that I

Micah The absolute sorrow on her face feels like being stabbed in the chest. Almost as bad as when she rejected me. When I caught her scent this morning I was over the moon. I have always had a soft spot for the girl, maybe that’s why I treated her so terribly. I didn’t want anyone to know that the nerdy girl was special to me. The way my parents treated her just made it worse. They were obsessed with her, barely talked about anything else. I mean, I was impressed with her too. She’s not just smart, she can see things other people can’t. Like she can play a whole game of chess in her head, know every possible outcome from every possible move. It’s incredible. My parents knew that, and I always felt like a disappointment in comparison. Then she grew up to be incredibly beautiful. Her long, silky brown hair, thick hips, trim waist, ample breasts, up to her cute button nose and just slightly large ears that give a hint of innocence to all those sinful curves. If I hadn’t been such an a