Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

I’m not a prude who rolls their eyes at stories of unconventional places people had sex. However, the more times I have sex with Axton in the forest, the more I learn to select spots where I won’t end up with grass wedged between my butt cheeks. But d a m n, that guy knows how to use his d**k, and he’s so good at getting me all distracted..

However, as soon as i step back into the house, my mood instantly takes a turn for the worse. Stepping into the dimly lit living room, I immediately sensed the heavy tension in the air, causing my heart to sink.

Sat on the sola, Sammy’s trembling body betrayed the silent s b s wracking through her, Even though Sammy would cry on occasion, there was an instinctive understanding within me that this particular occasion was distinct.

As I hurried to her side, my stomach clenched with knots, momentarily overshadowing my own concerns as I saw the distress on her face.

“Sammy, what’s wrong?”

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touch her shoulder. She instinctively pulled back when I reached out to touch her, her eyes

With concern in my voice, I asked as I gently reached out to tou locked on something far away, tears flowing freely.

“… I don’t know,” Struggling to speak, her words were barely audible amidst the sound of her quiet weeping, Tears streamed down her face, yet her expression remained completely devoid of emotion. She hadn’t shed tears like this since the day she found out her True Mate’s wife was expecting another child. “I just… I can’t… I don’t know…”

Her pain was a sight that caused my heart to ache, and the helplessness in her voice only intensified the feeling, tearing at my insides. Her expression of hurt was so raw and vulnerable that, even though we weren’t used to offering each other solace, I longed to hold her close and shield her from the torment she was facing. However, her silent suffering made me feel completely helpless.

“Please, Sammy, you can tell me,” I repeated my words, my lip trembling as 1 bit down on it. “I’m here for you, you know that. Just please talk to me.”

However, her silent denial was a powerful statement as she refused to look away from the abyss, trapped in the depths of her personal torment. A wave of frustration and desperation washed over me, as I grappled with the conflicting emotions of wanting to assist her and feeling powerless.

“Sammy,” I urged, my voice cracking with emotion. “I can’t stand to see you like this. Tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help you if you don’t speak.”

bility that I had never witnessed in her. “It’s coming

“It’s… it’s my heat,” Her confession came out hesitantly, her words carrying an unexpected vulnerability

soon, and L.. I needed more clothes from him to get me by, Maya.”

I nodded, sensing the urgency in her voice and the desperation in her eyes. For werewolves, a heat was a tumultuous time when the overwhelming biological desire to mate took precedence over any rational thought, leaving us susceptible and unprotected. Sammy had always struggled during her heat, and I knew that she needed all the reassurance she could get to make it through without any issues.

Sammy and her True Mate always had a relationship filled with peculiar dynamics. No matter how intense her heat, they always had a solution that could bring Sammy relief.

Sammy would go to his house, stand by the mailbox outside, and patiently wait for her True Mate to acknowledge her presence. She doesn’t knock at the door, instead standing silently outside, forbidden to enter, especially since her True Mate’s already taken. Once she’s noticed, her True Mate would leave a box of freshly scented clothes by the door. Sammy would hastily scramble to retrieve it as fast as she could. There were no words exchanged, no eye contact, only a heavy silence between them.

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“I ended up going to his house. He was home alope, no sign of the wife or kids. By the time I got there, he was already waiting for me by the door. I didn’t wanna speak to him, I want absolutely nothing to do with him, Maya. But he… He… he offered his body,” with a voice filled with emotion, she confessed, her words breaking as tears streamed down her face. “Not just his clothes, Maya. His body.”

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I felt the blood drain from my face as her words sank in, my mind struggling to comprehend the enormity of what she was saying.

“L.. I don’t understand,” I stammered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my chest. “How could he say that to you, Sammy? You must have told him to screw off and leave you alone, right? He’s married with kids!”

Sammy shook her head, her tears falling freely now, her voice choked with emotion as she tried to articulate the unexplainable,

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“He… he offered himself to me,” With a voice barely above a breath, Sammy whispered to me, her tear-filled eyes pleading for understanding. “My True Mate. He offered himself… And I… I took him up on it, Maya, I went to his house, and we… we had sex.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Sammy’s words hung in the air, leaving me in stunned silence, as if each one was a physical blow to my chest. My mind grappled with her words, trying to make sense of the gravity of her actions, but all I could feel was a profound sense of disbelief.

“Sammy, are you out of your mind?” As I stared at her in shock, my voice couldn’t help but rise in disbelief as I exclaimed. “He’s married, Sammy! And he has kids! How could you do something like that?”

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burden.

s eyes filled with tears as she turned her gaze away, unable to meet my eyes. The weight of her actions pressed down on her like an unbearable

“I know, Maya,” Covering her face, she whispered softly, her words barely escaping her lips. Turning towards me, she gasps and clutches her chest, her eyes widening in disbelief. “I know it was wrong, but… but I couldn’t help myself. I needed him, and he was there. From the moment I learned he was meant to be mine, I had been longing to feel his touch, Maya.”

“You needed him?” Struggling to contain the overwhelming surge of emotion coursing through me, I spat, my voice dripping with venom. With frustration boiling inside me, I threw my hands up in exasperation and made my way towards Sammy, giving her a vigorous shake. “What about his wife? What about his kids? Did you even think about them?”

Overwhelmed with shame, Sammy buried her face in her hands, trying to hide her emotions.

“I know that! Do you think I wanted this?” she cried, her voice l e d by her hands as she struggled to find the words to express the depth of her remorse. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just… I just wanted to feel something, anything, other than the pain and loneliness that’s been eating me alive.”

Sammy’s words struck a chord deep within me, evoking a rush of sympathy. Memories of our shared room flooded my mind, the silence broken only by the sound of her tears echoing through the night.

“Sammy, do you even realize what you’ve done?” I asked, my head shaking and a sigh escaping my lips. “By sleeping with your True Mate, you’ve only strengthened the Mating Bond between you. You’ve tied yourself to him in a way that can never be undone, and now… now there’s no going back.”

“I know, Maya,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her tears. “But what else was I supposed to do? I’m so tired of being alone, of feeling like I don’t belong anywhere.”

Her hesitant steps echoed through the room as Sammy finally stood up from the couch and slowly made her way towards the bathroom. My eyes followed her silently, my thoughts in disarray from her unexpected admission, the heaviness of her betrayal suffocating me.

“It was a bad idea, Sammy,” My voice filled with frustration and concern, I called out after her, hoping she would turn back. “Sleeping with your True Mate… it’s only going to make things worse.”

In that moment, Sammy halted in her tracks, her hand suspended in mid-air, as she pivoted to lock eyes with me before entering the bathroom. Her eyes held a haunted look, as if burdened by the weight of guilt and regret.

“I know, Maya,” In a soft, barely audible voice, she murmured her words. “But what else was I supposed to do?”

The words caught in my throat as Sammy’s next words landed like a blow to my stomach, leaving me unable to respond or offer any solace.

“And besides, you’re doing something worse, Maya,” she said, her voice tinged with bitterness and accusation. “You’re a hypocrite.”

Confusion etched across my face as I frowned, caught off guard by the abrupt change in her tone.

“Excuse me?”

Sammy’s lips curved into a bitter smile, her eyes locked onto mine with unwavering intensity.

“You judge me for sleeping with my True Mate, but what about you?” Her voice dripped with veriam as she taunted, her words cutting through the silence and stabbing at my heart. “You’re no better than me, Maya. You’re just too blind to see it.”

Waves of anger and indignation surged within me, causing my fists to involuntarily clench as 1 battled to suppress the overwhelming torrent of feeling. “What are you talking about, Sammy?” I demanded, my voice rising in frustration. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Sammy’s laughter filled the room, but there was a bitter and hollow undertone to it, as if it carried the weight of past sorrows.

“You’re sleeping with Axton, Maya,” she spat, her words dripping with venom. “He’s not your True Mate. How is that any different from what I did? You’re taking him away from whoever his True Mate may be, out there somewhere, waiting for him.”

It felt like the earth had been violently yanked away, leaving me vulnerable to the crushing weight of Sammy’s accusation. Anger consumed me, and my words became a weapon, slicing through the air with a bitter edge.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Sammy,” I retorted, my voice trembling with suppressed emotion. “Axton and I… it’s different. You wouldn’t understand.”

But even as the words escaped my mouth, I could sense their hollowness, a feeble defense to rationalize my own behavior. I couldn’t deny the truth: deep inside, I recognized my own culpability, just like Sammy.

Sammy chooses to ignore the remark completely, not even bothering to give a reply. She shook her head, the sound echoing in the empty room, before retreating into the bathroom. Left alone, the nagging guilt continued to consume my thoughts. I had criticized her for her indiscretion, only to come to the realization that I was equally at fault.

In the silence of our shared apartment, I stood there, my heart heavy with the weight of regret, wondering if it was too late to mend the mistakes I had made. But deep down, Axton and I were just relishing in the pleasure of each other’s company.

It was in that moment of clarity that I realized I could no longer avoid the truth.

Once Axton Hunt finds his True Mate, we’re going to put an end to our casual arrangement. Honestly, I’m uncertain whether the statement brings a sigh of relief or a wave of sadness to me. I’m hesitant to discover the answer, as it may reveal something I’d rather not know.