Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

My knees buckled beneath me, and I crumpled to the ground, the pain in my chest threatening to suffocate me. Gasping for breath, I clutched at my heart, as if trying to hold the shattered pieces together. 

It felt like someone had torn me apart from the inside out, leaving me broken and empty. The intensity of the pain was overwhelming, like a thousand knives twisting in my chest, each one cutting deeper than the last. 

Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the sobs that racked my body. It was as though the world had come crashing down around me, leaving me stranded in a sea of despair. 

“Please, Zeke, I begged, my voice choked with emotion. “Don’t do this to me. Please…” 

But he just stood there, unmoved by my pleas, his expression cold and distant. 

“Stop embarrassing me, Maya,” he said, his voice tinged with annoyance. “Just stop.” 

His words were like a slap in the face, a cruel reminder of the rejection that burned like a fire in my chest. I watched helplessly as he turned and walked away, leaving me alone in my pain. 

The world seemed to spin around me as I struggled to make sense of what had just happened. How could he reject me like this, after everything we had been through? How could he walk away from me so easily, as though I meant nothing to him? 

The pain was unbearable, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me whole. I felt as though I were drowning in a sea of my own tears, lost in a darkness that seemed to stretch on forever. 

I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, each one a painful reminder of the shattered pieces of my heart. My sobs echoed in the empty room, the sound of my anguish filling the air like a heavy fog. 

“I’m sorry, Zeke,” I stammered between sobs, my voice choked with emotion. “I’m so sorry…” 

But my apologies fell on deaf ears, lost in the void of my own despair. I felt like a ship lost at sea, adrift in a storm of my own making, with no land in sight to guide me home. 

The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate me. It felt like my heart had been torn from my chest, leaving behind nothing but emptiness and despair. 

And then, through the haze of my tears, I heard footsteps approaching. Someone was cooing softly, their arms wrapping around me in a gentle embrace. 

“Shh, Chestnut, it’s okay,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear. “Come on, you’re too pretty to cry.” 

I blinked through my tears, trying to focus on the figure before me. It was Axton, his eyes filled with concern as he held me close. 

“Axton?” I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of my own sobs. 

He nodded, his grip tightening around me. 

I’m here, Chestnut,” he said softly. “I’m here for you.” 

I buried my face in his chest, clinging to him like a lifeline in the storm. His presence brought me a sense of comfort and solace, like a beacon of light in the darkness. As–Axton’s comforting arms enveloped me, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. For the first time since Zeke’s rejection, I felt like I wasn’t alone in my pain. But as Axton gently asked why I was crying, the floodgates of my emotions burst open once again, and I found myself pouring out the painful truth that I had been hiding inside. 

“It’s Zeke, I choked out between sobs, my voice trembling with emotion. “He… he rejected me.” 

Axton’s grip tightened around me, his brows furrowing in concern. 

“Rejected you?” 

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking voice as I recounted the painful events of that fateful day. 

“Zeke and I are True Mates,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “But he kept me a secret from the pack, even. cheated on me with my best friend.” 

The words hung heavy in the air, a bitter reminder of the betrayal I had endured at the hands of the man I had loved. Tears streamed down my face as I relived the heartache and anguish of that moment, the pain still fresh in 

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“I don’t understand, I sobbed, my voice breaking with each word. “What’s wrong with me, Axton? Am I not good enough?” 

Axton’s expression softened, his eyes filled with compassion as he gently wiped away my tears. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Chestnut, come on,” he whispered, his voice filled with sadness. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect just the way you are.” 

I know he’s probably just saying this to make me feel better, but damn, does it make me feel like I deserve better things. And as he gently wiped away my tears and whispered words of comfort, his demeanor suddenly shifted, his expression darkening with anger. 

“That stupid asshole,” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with bitterness. “Letting go of something other people would kill to have as a True Mate.” 

I blinked in surprise at his sudden change in tone, his words echoing in my ears like a harsh slap in the face. But before I could respond, Axton’s lips curled into a smirk, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. 

“You know, Maya,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “I think I might have an idea for how to make him pay for what he did to you.” 

My heart pounded in my chest as I stared up at him, uncertainty flickering in the depths of my eyes. 

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Axton’s smirk widened into a grin as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. 

“I mean this.” 

Axton murmured, before closing the distance between us and pressing his lips against mine in a searing kiss. 

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