Rejecting, Your Broken Promises
Chapter 16

Sloan’s POV

Golden Moon pack

I got to get out of my room today, so it was a special day. My brother came and got me and took me down to the dining room, and I got to pick what I wanted from the serving line. I got a few of my favorite foods, which was rare. Mom always has them send things that I don’t like, deliberately. It is annoying, but not deadly. If I get hungry enough, I will eat it and my Omega assigned to me will always make sure to bring me some cookies, or a treat with her hidden in a ziplock bag in her pocket at least once a day. That way, if mom or a higher rank goes to check my tray, they won’t find it. She knows what mom does, and periodically she will bring me some of my favorites, but that is only when the regular chef is off.

Everyone is scared of me, and they usually leave me alone. I say usually because my sister and her two best friends love to mess with me every time they see me, which thankfully is not often, and I am forced to stay in my room. I did see them briefly at lunch, but they left me alone. I know why Jessica & Olivia are both hoping that they can be Rob’s mate. They know he gets pissed off when they mess with me, and since he was my lunch date, I was off limits for them today. I could see them giving me ugly looks, but they did not approach us.

I really enjoyed my lunch for once and was kind of glad that she was sick today. I haven’t had lunch in the dining room for about 8 months when she had a week off for vacation. I had a different Omega each day, and they were terrified of me, because of the things Brandi tells them about me. All four of them refused to bring my tray up to allow me to eat, and mom got pissed at me for scaring them off, but it was all Brandi. I got to come down for lunch that day, and then there was no dinner because they had an event they were hosting here, and none of the staff was willing to bring my tray up to me.

It is really frustrating to hear what Brandi says about me, she tells a few lies that are based on one truth. I am a hybrid, I am both a werewolf and a witch. My beautiful purple eyes are both a blessing and a curse. They can tell that I am a witch, by my special eye color, and they will flee. Brandi implies that I have killed people with spells and gives them a full line of all of the horrible things that I have done to previous Omegas. She isn’t specific, but if they thought about it, they are older than I am. I have been locked up since my grandmother died, and they would know if any Omegas have died in the last 8 years, and they haven’t. Since they have been here for over 20 years, they should have known that. But people allow fear to take away reason, and here we are. With me locked up as a prisoner in my own room, free to look out my windows, but never go outside.

My lack of getting to leave the house for the last 8 years has resulted in my skin being very pale, with no blemishes, sun marks, or freckles. It makes my dark brown hair, which is just short of black, stand out. Then add my purple eyes to the mix, and I have a very unique look.

According to my sister, I have a shocking appearance that no one would ever want to be with. I see her, out there on the training field, messing around with the warriors, but she never gets in trouble for not waiting for her mate, or for anything that she does. Mom loves her so, and she can do no wrong in her eyes. I, however, cannot seem to do anything right in her eyes. It all resulted in something that happened some time ago. Before I was even born. You see, I take after my paternal grandmother, who was a full witch. She was beautiful, and I look a lot like her. I can’t see my appearance anymore, because mom took all the mirrors out of my room.

Over fifty years ago, my grandfather, Magnus Reynolds, scented my grandmother, Seraphina, in the forest. She was invisible to him, cloaked by a spell, and yet he followed her scent. He sat at her feet and waited for her to take the spell off and show herself to him. She finally did and they fell in love. It took longer for her to fall in love than it did for him because as soon as he saw her, and looked into her purple eyes, he wanted her. She was his mate, but she was not a wolf. They had my father, who had the werewolf gene, and everyone was happy for a number of years.

My grandmother, who was called Sera by my grandfather, had been the head of her Coven, and they were not happy that she didn’t take a warlock as her husband, or mate. They believed that more powerful witches would have resulted from that union with a warlock. Several of them were still very angry years later and plotted revenge on her and my grandfather. Twenty years ago, right before I was born, we were attacked by about 100 rogues who had been put together by 5 witches. These witches had worked with my grandmother but were not as strong as my grandmother was. They were still angry about her leaving them, and none of the warlocks being “good enough” for my grandmother. They believed that she thought that she was above them, and better than them, and they wanted to hurt her, by coming after my grandfather. They were successful in it. My grandfather died in her arms, during a very bloody battle. After he died, my grandmother used her power and snapped the necks of all the rogues, and then killed the 5 witches that put them all together to cause the turmoil and this battle.

Although she ended it, there were major casualties for our pack as well, besides my grandfather, who I never got to meet. My other grandfather, my mother’s father, who was the Beta here for the Golden Moon pack, was also killed in the battle. His being killed drove the beta female to die as well, wasting away without eating or drinking anything for 8 days. It tore my mother apart seeing her mother waste away like that, and not being able to help her. A part of my mother snapped after that. When I was born, my mother was so excited, so happy to have me. Right up until I opened my eyes for the first time. Then she didn’t want me anymore. She passed me to my father, who in turn passed me to my grandmother Sera.

She raised me from infancy until she died when I was almost 13. I missed her terribly and I didn’t understand why my mother was still blaming me for deaths that occurred before I was even born. I didn’t have a part in it at all. But there it was, my mother hated me, and my dad supported my mom. He loved his mother. He never disrespected her, and neither did my mom because she saw what she had done to stop the attack and was scared of her after that. But when my grandmother Sera died, a part of me did too. Everything changed, I could not leave my room, just seeing me would upset mom. I didn’t pick this, and I didn’t choose this, but she could not get past the loss of her parents, and as far as she was concerned, the 5 witches that attacked our pack were the only ones to blame, and she hated all witches from that point on.

The only family member who is nice to me is Rob. He defends me, he takes care of me as best he can, and he knows how much I love him back. He can’t override mom, as she is the Luna, but he told me once he takes over, he will have a house built for mom and dad to live in, and I will be able to go wherever I want in the packhouse after that. I probably won’t go too far, but I would like to get outside and feel the sun on my face.

I hadn’t been back in my room for 10 minutes when I heard the familiar sound of the padlock sliding through to lock me in my room. During the day it is usually unlocked, but I know better than to leave my room. The lock sliding into place makes me realize that we will be getting guests today.

I hear a lot of commotion on the training grounds about 30 minutes later, and it is between classes, so I get curious to see what is going on out there and go to my windows. I see a lot of she-wolves on the training field and they are all lined up. I wonder what is going on. I keep watching and see my parents come out with a group of 4 strangers, and my brother Rob. I see my sister is overly excited, so I know it probably concerns the younger male standing with his family. I felt a chill run through me, and I kept my eyes on him. There is something special about him. I can tell he is getting frustrated and speaking with my parents. I see Rob say something, but a member of their group, a younger female, is staring right at me. I keep watching as she reaches out to him and gets his attention, and then points me out to him. I feel a rush go through me as we stare at each other, and my mind goes wild.

I can feel my wolf get up and take notice and I see my sister getting mad and looking up at me as well. Great, that is not good, she will pull some more crap to keep me from getting food tonight. Fortunately, I had a good lunch. I see an argument break out and then Rob, the girl, and the young male head to the packhouse. I can smell him outside my door. He smells so good to me. Like fresh clean towels, or being outside right after it rains. I could hear them talking in the hallway, and then I heard my mom.

This is not good, she hates me, and she will never let me leave. She is ashamed of me, and I can hear her, oh no, she is stalling. This is going to be bad. I can already tell that something bad is going to happen. I can hear the woman in the group say something to my mom, and my mom is mad. My mom will not allow this, and if she doesn’t want it, my dad will be on board with backing her up. I want to yell out that they can just leave me, but I know already that they will have asked for backup, and the stranger might get hurt. I wish I could help them, but I can’t call out. For someone who hates witches, it was really strange for my mother to have my door and room sealed by a warlock. Apparently, my crying to be let out of my room bothered my father and upset him. She didn’t want to hear it anymore, so I just didn’t speak very much. It made dad feel guilty and mom couldn’t have that, so she silenced me.

I heard a scuffle and then it was quiet for a little bit. Two minutes later, I could hear Rob speaking to someone in the hallway and saying that my mate wanted me. Really, oh I hope he still wants me when he sees me. My eyes give away that I am not just a wolf. Will he hate me too? Now I am worried, I am really scared. I don’t want to be rejected and that is what Brandi said would happen to me if I ever met my mate. She said that with me not being a pure werewolf, then no wolf would ever want me. She had been saying that for a long time, and I know she had heard it from my mother. He is still here and caused all this to get me, so I really hope he does want me and isn’t disappointed when he sees me.

I hear the key go into the lock and the door opens with a teenage girl, about my age, standing there looking happy that the door was finally open. She steps to the side and the most handsome man that I have ever seen steps into my room looking at me in awe.

I didn’t move. I let him come to me because my legs wouldn’t move, and I was scared. He takes me in his arms and hugs me, he takes a deep breath in at my neck and gives out a pleasurable growl against my neck. I cannot stop the shiver that runs through me at hearing it. That makes him hold me tighter and say, “Mine” in a very deep voice. I pulled back and looked up at him, as he was 6 inches taller than my 5’10” frame.

I smiled up at him and when we made eye contact again, it felt like electricity going through both of us. We both felt it, and I waited, to see if he still wanted me. He is not letting me go, and brings me in for another tight hug, this time grazing my marking spot with his teeth, and I can’t breathe because of the fear that he will suddenly let me go and reject me. I feel the tears coming up because I know any minute that he will decide he doesn’t want me, because of me being a hybrid. I am an abomination according to my parents.

“Baby, what is wrong? Why are you crying? Are those happy tears?” he says to me. I don’t move or answer.

“Mom and Brandi have her believing that her mate would reject her. No matter who it was, because she was not just a wolf, but a witch too”, Rob stepped up to me and said to the man holding me. I nodded at him and waited for his answer because, now that he knows, he can go ahead and reject me.

No, I will never reject you. You are mine. I want you with me. If you want to come with me, you are my Luna. You are my mate, and I want you with me always” he said, and I started to cry again.

Rob hugged me and told me to pack a small bag, but I didn’t have much so it would be quick. I would get more clothes later with my mate and his family. I packed a few things and then went to pack a picture of my family when I realized I didn’t have one of my family. I was never included in the family photos, and I don’t have any. Only photos of me and my grandmother, and I packed those away and turned around to look at Rob. He hugged me again, and said, “Sloan, you are only 30 minutes away. I will come and visit you, and we will take photos of just the two of us, OK?” I nodded and hugged him back.

“I love you, Sloan, don’t you ever forget it,” Rob told me, and I walked out of my room into the hallway. The lady in the hallway hugs me and leads me to the elevator, and the group goes down with Rob as he walks me to the SUV. The girl gets in the far back, and I get in the middle with my mate. I am scared, but I don’t believe my life will be worse living with them. It seems like my life is on the upswing now, and I will give it a chance.

Rob gives me another hug, and I tear up again and squeeze his hand. My mate said, “I will get her a cell phone in the next town, and she can text you her number, so you don’t have to worry about her”. Rob nodded at him with tears in his eyes and said, “Please take care of my sister, I love her”. I can feel the tears running down my face as we leave. We can’t wait any longer. If my parents wake up, they will never allow me to leave with them, and I don’t want to stay another second in a place where I am not wanted.