Rejected You Alpha, for A Beast
Chapter 51

JESSICA’S POV

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“I’m sorry that happened to you.” I sigh, my knees pulled up to my chest, I can’t drag my eyes away from his sad gaze. He looks broken, like it hurt him to actually speak of this and the worst part is, he told me it was to difficult and I made him. I made him do it, I hurt him.

“It’s in the past…but yeah, when I woke up, I was no longer just a wolf…I had to learn everything over again.” he sucks him plump lips into his mouth before blowing out a shaky breath.

“Was it hard to relearn everything you’ve known for so long?” I can’t help but frown. I hate that this happened to him, but if it didn’t…would I even have a mate?

Would I have been bonded to another man?

“It was for a few months, my temper was worse…my smell was a hundred times better and so was my strength and speed…I sometimes broke things like a cup I was holding when I got upset, but I learned control over again, but the worst part was the hunger…for the first two months, I killed everything and everyone and after my mate died in a fight, I lost all senses and became a monster because everything I felt, everything I was, was gone.

My pack’s elders found me and helped me, they saved my life and ever since, I grew the pack, replaceing lost and abandoned Lycan and I gave them a home.

“What about your parents?” I frown, hoping that it would be happy ending.

“What do you think happened when they found out what I was?” he c***s his head and my insides light up in a fiery rage.

“They wanted me dead Jess. I was a beast.” the lifeless tone he’s using makes my heart clench and I scoot closer to him, “It’s not something you asked for.” I pout and the small smile creeping up on his face disappears as fast as it came.

“But then my dad died and my mom reached out and I had about a good year with her before she died too.

“But then my dad died and my mom reached out and I had about a good year with her before she died too.

“How did they die?”, He smiles at me, scoffing, “Old age and it was hard seeing them so old when I haven’t aged since they kicked me out.” his eyes trail the room and it’s like I could see the memories flashing through his mind.

“I’m sorry.” I chew on my bottom l*p, “No, I am. I should have told you this when I met you, when you came to stay here.”

He should have, because then all of this could have been avoided.

“How will this work?” I finally ask the one question that I was dreading. “What work?” , “Us, you’ll stay dashingly handsome while I’m gray and wrinkly.” I scrunch my nose up at the thought of me being old. “I don’t know yet.” his thumbs circle each other as he stares at me. “How did it work with your other mates?” the thought of him having former mates makes my stomach flip and vile rising in my throat. I get that he could have maybe had a mate before me, but several of them?

“Most of them died in wars, one died of old age.” he shrugs and my stomach tightens. This is all wrong…

“Can we just go home?” he sighs, sitting upright and I stare into his beautiful emerald orbs that is pleading with me, begging me to just take his hand and leave this hotel.

But how can I when I don’t know what I’m going to do?

How can I leave with him and get attached to someone who would never age?

How can I rule a pack, knowing what I know?

I can’t….not yet.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but I need my head cleared. I need to process this and I need you to go home and leave me here.” I deadpan and his mouth drops open as he stares at me with a shocked expression. “Jess…” he shakes his head, “Please, you had hundreds of years to deal with this…I just need a few days.” I beg and the longer he stares into my eyes with his dreamy orbs, the less I want to stay, so I turn my gaze away, looking at the balcony door.

“Yeah…I guess…but maybe I can answer more questions for you.” he’s trying to stay. He’s trying to make it all comfortable so that I could go home with him, but none of this feels real.

“Perhaps you can just drop my phone off tomorrow and when I have questions…I’ll text you.” I force a smile and his head drops into his hands, his elbows resting on his knees.

He lets out a deep sigh as he rakes his hands through his hair before looking up at me, “Yeah, I can do that.” he stands up. “I’m sorry.” I blurt out. I have caused him enough pain and now I’m demanding he leaves.

He steps closer to me, his hand reaching for my face and he gently hooks his index finger underneath my chin, his thumb rubbing over my bottom l*p, “Don’t apologize for having feelings.” he offers a soft smile and I return the gesture before he bends over, placing a soft k**s on my temple before he walks away.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” he mutters before closing the door behind him and a sudden wave of sadness makes me burst out in tears.