Rejected, Broken And Forgotten
Chapter 45

Victoria’s POV

The name of the human b***h that stands in front of me is Florence. You may wonder how I know. I know because when George did sleep with me, he would sometimes forget and call out her name. I know he had an affair, but I loved him and did not want to lose him even if I had to share him. I thought it was because I got so sick often that he was having an affair, but when I found out he was feeding me wolfsbane, I got pissed. It felt like my heart broke into a million pieces, that my mate could do something like that to me. But I am stronger than he thought. I can live without him as I have my grandchildren, and soon, I will see my great-grandchild, something he will never get to see.

I am glad Paris killed him quickly because I still loved him as he was my mate. I know it upset her, and I know it is because she felt like she had a family for the first time. I will be her and Ben’s family. I will support her as the Queen and Walker, her mate, as the King. I will be there to offer them advice and fight for them and the wolves of this kingdom. I might not be young anymore, but I am still one hell of a fighter, and this human b***h is about to replace out how much of a soldier I still am. I grin as I see her face filled with fear.

“It does not feel so good to be the one that is in danger, does it, human?” I growl at her.

“I am not afraid of you, werewolf b***h!” She says, but I hear her voice tremble and smell her fear.

“I can smell your fear. You are only brave when wolves have no power, and you are in charge,” I say as I circle her. I know she is trying to buy time as she thinks her men will come to help her, but I know they are not coming as Paris, Walker, Jeffrey, and the rest have my back.

“I am not afraid! I am a soldier, and soldiers know how to fight. I really enjoyed your husband in my bed. He was truly as wild as a wolf,” Florence says.

“I am glad you enjoyed my second-hand mate. You did not have him when he was young and wild. I did,” I say. I will not let her get to me, and I will not attack out of blind rage, and that is not how a fighter attacks. If you attack in anger, you make mistakes, so I cut all my personal feelings off as I keep circling her to see her weakest point. I know she has a silver dagger, as I can see it sticking out underneath her uniform. I know she wants me to attack from the right so she can grab the dagger and stick it into my heart. I will have to attack from the left and hold her hand so she cannot reach for the dagger. I will have to fast and catch her by surprise. I know she has a gun, and I will have to be careful not to get wounded. I also know I am faster than she thinks, as the only wolves she knows are those drugged with wolfsbane and silver.

“Well, he told me many nights that I was a better lover than you,” The human tries to tricker me again.

“Hahaha, he is dead, you know? We kill traitors,” I say. That tickers her, and she grabs her gun and starts shooting at me, but I run fast and avoid every bullet she fires at me as she does not aim well and is upset. I laugh as I count the shots, knowing her gun is empty. Before she can load it again, I grab the gun out of her hand, throwing it into the bushes. I also bit her hand, and she screamed in pain. I am in wolf form and much bigger than she is. She looks up at me, and I know she is scared. I attacked her from the left, knowing it was her weak side. Her hand is badly injured, and she can not reach her silver dagger with her other hand. I smile as I bite her other hand, trying to protect her face. I bit into her arm, breaking it. I can hear the bones cracking. She shouts out in pain again.

“Shoot the bloody wolf!” Florence shouts as she knows she is about to die.

“Your men are not coming. We intercepted them, human. We do not normally kill humans as we are the protectors of humankind, but you drove us to it by taking our kind and using them as experiments and torturing them,” I growl.

“What do you mean you are our protectors? Against what?” Florence asks.

“Against evil, against other deadly creatures, you do not know about. Rogues are not like us! They lost their human side and became evil for some reason. Sometimes it is rejection, other times because their family and mate get killed, but we that live in a pack are protectors, but you know nothing about us! You have decided that we are evil and want to kill us, but you still slept with my mate. I wonder why? Did you want to become like us? He did not bite or scratch you, so he did not want you as one of us,” I say.

“So that is what it takes to become a werewolf? Do they have to bite or scratch you?” Florence asks with hope in her eyes.

“Yes, but there is a trick to it, human. You have to survive until the next full moon, and you will not survive until the next full moon,” I say. I laugh as I can feel the fear in her. I want to play with her a bit longer before I kill her. I break one of her legs with my paw, and she falls to the ground shouting out in pain.

“End it! Stop torturing me, you b***h!” She shouts. I laugh as I rip one of her ears off. Again she screams in pain. I am getting bored now, and I rip one of her arms off. I want her to feel the pain I felt every time she slept with my mate. I know it is inhuman, and I am supposed to be her protector, but she hurt me and my kind, so she must pay for it.

“I will end it when I feel like it. You hurt my kind, and you and George disrespected the mate bond. The Moon Goddess will have no mercy on your soul,” I say. I start ripping into her, and I let out all my anger, pulling her piece by piece, making sure she will only die when I want her to. She is a bloody mess when I stop and finally rip her heart from her body. She was not even worthy of me fighting her. She was weak. I had better fights, but I felt satisfied looking at her body. She is dead, and I will help the rest of the fighters to take out the humans and free our wolves. I am glad I did not lose my human side and still have something to live for, or I would have killed all the bloody humans I could lay my paws on. I know not all humans are as evil as this woman was. I know we need to protect them like we need to protect our kind. I was angry, but my anger cooled down. I run to the wood where I left spare clothing, change into my human form, and get dressed. Paris comes running to me, and she hugs me.

“You were awesome. Damn, grandma, you are one hell of a fighter. You dodged her bullets like it was nothing, and you took the silver dagger out of play. You are a true warrior,” Paris says, and I smile. I see General Gerald walking closer with admiration in his eyes.

“You are the same warrior I used to fight with side by side, Queen mother,” Gerald says.

“Gerald, you have always been my best friend and the one who fought by my side. You know this was not my best fight,” I laugh. Gerald never had a mate, and he was always just a soldier. He was always by my side, and I always felt he was a better fighter than George. I have always admired him, and I do not know why I suddenly feel so shy around him.

“Queen Mother? What is happening between us?” Gerald asks.

“Oh s**t, I think you two are mates. You never found your mate, Gerald, because your mate already had a mate and grandmother. I think General Gerald is your second chance, mate!” Paris says.

“Bullshit!” Gerald and I say together, but why does it feel so right? Is Gerald my second chance, mate? I will have to pray about this and see. Gerald excuses himself and walks away. Paris looks at me, and I wonder what she will say now. I know this grandchild of mine by now, and I know that she will have something to say.

“Are you going to let him just walk away? He is obviously in love with you and wants you, grandmother. I think he always knew you were his mate, but you already had a mate, and he could do nothing about it unless he killed your mate. He must have loved you so much that he respected you so much that he would rather see you happy with George than see you sad without him,” Paris says. I know she is right. I always felt close to Gerald, but I always thought it was because he was my best friend and always ensured I was safe. He was the one that fought by my side. While George was always in the front line and fighting, he could not always look after me, but Gerald always stood by my side.

“I think you are right. Although I fought side by side with George, Gerald always protected me, and I have to follow him and talk to him,” I say. I know for sure Paris is right. The Moon Goddess has mercy, and she may know that I need a new mate. maybe she saved me for Gerald who knew I was his first mate from the start. If I had to chose between George I think I will chose Gerald as he is a more loyal mate.

“What are you waiting for?” Paris asks me. I look at her smiles and runs after Gerald. Gerald hears me coming and I can see he feels uncomfortable. I know that Paris’s guess was right.

“Do you love me, Gerald?” I ask.

“Mother of the Queen, it is not my place to love you as I am not worthy of you,” Gerald says.

“Bullshit! I think I always admired you more than I did George. If I had a choice back, then I would have chosen you,” I say.

“Victory! Do you know what you are saying? You would choose a nobody over a King?” Gerald says.

“I know, and I would have rather been your mate than that of George. You are more loyal, and you always protected me. Why did you not claim me?” I ask.

“Because George would have killed you and me if you chose me over him. He was a great fighter but a bad loser. Victoria are you sure? Can I be with you after all these years of longing for you?” Gerald asks.

“I am sure. The Moon Goddess sent you to me. I need you, and I want to be with you,” I say, and I am truthful. It is not normal that the Moon Goddess will give you a second chance mate right after your mate died, but if he was not worthy of you, she will do it.

“I, Gerald Allen, accept you as my mate and my partner, Victoria Wellington. I promise to love and protect you for always,” Gerald says.

“I, Victoria Wellington, accept you as my mate, Gerald Allen. I promise to love and protect you as long as we live,” I say. Gerald moves closer, and as he pulls my hair back to mark me, I feel George’s mark disappear from my neck, and all bonds I had with George are broken except for our grandchildren and soon-to-be great-grandchild that I will love forever.