Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

Like a knife plunging into my heart, the betrayal leaves me wounded and bleeding from wounds I never anticipated. Despite Nadia’s obvious deceit and manipulative behavior, Zeke inexplicably chose to side with her. It hits you like a punch, a stark realization that sometimes the ones we rely on the most can cause the deepest emotional pain. 

Tears of anger stream down my checks as I storm out of Zeke’s office, the sound of my racing heartbeat drowning out all other noise. The hallway, filled with muted colors, stretches out before me as I hurriedly make my escape. The echoing footsteps only amplify my growing sense of embarrassment, 

“Maya!” Zeke’s desperate calls for me to stop reach my cars, but I remain determined and continue forward. “Maya, goddamn it, wait!” 

After what just happened, I can’t bear to look him in the eye right now. 

Thoughts and emotions swarm in my mind, creating an overwhelming and tumultuous symphony of chaos. Anger, betrayal, hurt, confusion–they swirl together in a tumultuous storm, threatening to consume me whole. 

The more I protest the unfairness, the more a cold knot of fear constricts in the pit of my stomach. What if Zeke never believes a word I say, no matter how much evidence I provide? What if he remains steadfast in his trust for Nadia, despite her relentless web of falsehoods? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, causing me to feel a bone–deep coldness that lingers long after the initial sensation. 

As I sprint to the end of the hallway, I burst through the doors and am immediately struck by the refreshing coolness of the air outside. The pack grounds below are drenched in sunlight as the afternoon sun shines brightly overhead. 1 take a deep breath, hoping to silence the storm of emotions within me, but it only grows stronger. The anger remains fierce and unyielding, a scaring flame that consumes me, leaving nothing but smoldering embers in its wake. 

All I want to do is run–run until the pounding of my footsteps drowns out the sound of my racing heartbeat, run until the wind whips through my hair and carries away the weight of my anguish. I want to transform into form and lose myself in the wilderness, where the only thing that matters is survival. 

my woll 

My hesitant foot moves forward, my heart thudding in my chest like a defiant drum, filling my ears with its resolute rhythm. 

Zeke and Nadia’s betrayal will not be the end of me. 

I will rise above it. I won’t let them win. 

With determination in my eyes, I bravely brush away the tears streaming down my face and take my first step towards 

the forest. 

While making my way through the pack grounds, the anger and hurt gradually fade, replaced by an unwavering determination to prove my innocence and unmask Nadia as the deceitful liar she is. Until I have proven my innocence and reclaimed what is rightfully mine, I will not find peace. And if that means facing Zeke and Nadia directly, then I’m prepared to do so without hesitation. 

The closer I get to the edge of the forest, the thicker the tension in the air becomes, making my heart race. I understand that transforming into my wolf form doesn’t always provide solutions to my problems, but there’s a persistent sense that it’s the only path to the solace and clarity I crave. 

Taking a brief pause, I nervously glance over my shoulder, ensuring that I am not being observed. In the deserted pack grounds, the heat of the afternoon air hung heavy, creating an eerie silence broken only by the occasional chirping of birds. Inhaling deeply, I carefully shed my garments, feeling the weight of the clothes disappear as I stand 

exposed. 

As I fold my clothes neatly, my hands tremble with a mix of anxiety and hope, silently praying for their safekeeping on the nearby tree root. As I take one last look at my surroundings, I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement before 

Like a bolt of lightning, a wild rush of power and freedom surges through my veins, leaving me exhilarated. As I undergo my transformation, I can feel every muscle in my body contorting and twisting, rearranging themselves to mimic the anatomy of a wolf. 

When the transformation is complete, I open my eyes and take in my surroundings with newfound clarity. When viewing the world as a wolf, everything becomes more vibrant and intense, with scents and sounds reaching an almost overwhelming level of amplification. 

I couldn’t help but let out a deep, contented growl, savoring the texture of fur brushing against my skin and the comforting sensation of the forest floor beneath my paws. In that moment, a strange and exhilarating sensation overcame me, as if the wilderness absorbed all my worries and fears. 

With a newfound sense of purpose, I embarked on my journey into the heart of the forest, my nostrils filled with the earthy scent of moss and my paws brushing against the ground. As I walk through the forest, the afternoon sun casts long shadows on the forest floor, creating a mesmerizing play of light and dark. 

Moving with speed and precision, I weave through the underbrush, my steps almost imperceptible as I blend with the sounds of nature. The sound of leaves rustling and twigs snapping sends a surge of adrenaline through my body, but I push forward, ignoring the fear that looms. 

With each step I take into the forest, the bustling sounds of the pack grounds fade away, replaced by the calming harmony of the untamed wilderness. The treetops are filled with the cheerful chirping of birds, the undergrowth buzzes with the soothing hum of insects, and the wind rustling through the leaves serenades my cars. 

Moving cautiously through the forest, I keep my guard up, my senses heightened, primed to catch any subtle indication of risk. My senses awaken as I become attuned to the symphony of sounds, my cars swiveling to capture even the faintest whispers, while my nose revels in the fragrant aromas carried by the soft breeze. 

Without warning, a twig snaps loudly beneath my paw, instantly freezing me in my tracks. The sound reverberates through the air, causing my heart to pound in my chest. I strain my ears, listening intently for any faint sound of movement in the pitch–black darkness. 

But all is silent–so silent that even the slightest sound feels magnified, stretching the silence into an eternal void. 

Suddenly, a voice cut through the stillness, causing my heart to skip a beat. 

“Chestnut,” The soothing sound of Axton’s voice greets me before I can lay my eyes on him, instantly alleviating stress. “We really need to find a different way to see each other.” 

my 

With a start, I whip around at the sudden rustle that reaches my ears. The sight of Axton standing there, his eyes fixed on mine with such intensity, makes my heart race. As he stood before me in his human form, I couldn’t help but admire how rugged and handsome he looked, holding out a shirt for me. 

“Shift,” he says, his voice low and commanding, “You know the rules. Shifting is only permitted during specific time periods throughout the day.” 

I hesitate, the weight of my decision hanging heavy in the air. There’s a captivating quality in his gaze that fosters a deep sense of trust within me, making me eager to comply with his every command. Giving a hesitant nod, I reluctantly start the process of transforming from a wolf to a human, sensing my muscles stretch and reshape. 

With each passing moment, the fur on my body was replaced by smooth skin, causing a noticeable shift and realignment of my bones. Axton’s unwavering presence is my focal point as I make the transition, his steady gaze offering me stability. Before I even realize it, I find myself standing in front of him once more, completely bare and susceptible in my human guise. 

Axton acts quickly, draping the shirt around me, his touch causing a rush of tingling electricity to course through my body. The fabric settles against my skin, making me shiver in the cool air, as his scent intertwines with mine. It’s a 

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nder gesture, one that fills my heart with an exhilarating flutter. 

s soon as I finish getting dressed, Axton’s fingers delicately trace the contours of my face, his touch conveying both Tection and possessiveness. 

low, his expression grew serious as his eyes delved into mine, searching for even the slightest indication of weakness r vulnerability. I can tell by the way his eyes soften that he recognizes the signs of my tears, and a look of concern nd comprehension washes over his face. 

Hey… What happened?” 

lis question hangs in the air, his voice a delicate blend of concern and insistence, and I can’t help but feel a knot orming in my throat as I search for the right words to convey my explanation. But before I can say anything, he eaches out and delicately wipes away a tear from my cheek, his touch sending a surge of warmth through my body. 

I… I had a fight with Zeke,” With anger coursing through me, I manage to utter the words, my voice quivering. Frustration fills my eyes, causing more tears to trickle down, but Axton’s quick gesture wipes them away in an instant. He… he took Nadia’s side, even though she was lying. He won’t let Sammy and me come to any more training essions. And now I don’t know what to do.” 

Zeke’s name 

causes a visible shift in Axton’s demeanor, his face clouding with anger as he clenches his jaw tightly. 

‘He can really be such an asshole,” he says, his voice firm and reassuring. “I hope you know you deserve someone better than him in your life. You deserve a True Mate who treats you with the love and respect you deserve.” 

I want to believe him, to let his words flow through me like a gentle, comforting melody. Despite the passage of time, the pain of betrayal continues to haunt my heart, a relentless reminder of the wounds caused by Zeke. Looking into Axton’s eyes, I can’t help but question if he’s the solution to every prayer I’ve ever uttered. 

But before I can ponder further, Axton’s warm touch grabs my hand, signaling me to follow as he leads me away from the clearing. 

“Come on,” he says, his voice soft yet determined. “Let me take your mind off things.” 

“Huh?” 

As Axton held me tighter, his reassuring presence became an anchor amidst the chaos, and a glimmer of hope started to awaken within me. 

Seeking respite from the sun, we stumbled upon the welcoming shade of a towering oak tree, its sprawling branches: offering a sense of security. I could see the hunger in Axton’s eyes as he turned towards me, his intense desire evident, and he backed me against the rough bark of the tree. I felt a sudden rush of anticipation as he leaned in, his breath brushing against my lips, creating a tingling sensation in my throat. 

“You’re too pretty to cry, Chestnut.” 

His words made me blush uncontrollably, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, sending a delightful shiver down my spine. I was well aware that resisting the temptation to get involved with Axton was crucial, as it would undoubtedly result in further trouble. In that moment, the air crackled with electricity as his lips lingered just a breath away from mine, and all I could focus on was my overwhelming longing for him. 

Without uttering a single word, Axton closed the space between us, his lips colliding with mine in a passionate and intense kiss. As he pulled me into his arms, his warmth consumed me, igniting a fiery sensation that spread throughout my body. As his hands roamed across my body, a delightful jolt of pleasure electrified my every nerve, leaving me craving for more. 

With my arms wrapped around his neck, I pulled him closer, our kiss deepening into a passionate exchange where our tongues intertwined in a sensual dance. The touch of his lips on mine transported me to another realm, where time stood still, and all that mattered was the overwhelming connection between us. 

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Axton’s hands moved lower, trailing down my sides before coming to rest on my lips. With each pull, his rewar ignited a burning sensation within me, a fire that grew stronger and threatened to consume us both in its passionate heat. As his cock pressed against me, I could feel a surge of desire spreading through my entire being 

A gasp escaped my lips when he playfully nipped at my bottom lip, his teeth creating a teasing sensation against my skin. When his fingertips grazed my skin, it felt as if a current of electricity surged through my body, igniting a blazing desire that threatened to consume us both. Despite knowing we were playing with fire, in that moment, 1 couldn’t help but be consumed by the exhilaration and thrill of the situation. 

“Chestnut,” His voice, rough and filled with longing, escaped Axton’s lips in a hushed whisper. “I want you? 

I smirked, my breath hitching in short, erratic bursts as he pulled me in tighter, our bodies fitting together samtely. as if they were destined to be one. 

“Well, what’s the holdup then? Take me