Chapter Fifteen

**Fri, July 8, 2022.

**Author's Notes.

Hey everybody, I hope you're having a stellar weekend.

Anyway, it's the first I am putting the Authors Notes at the beginning of a chapter and that's because I want to notify you guys that there is a time skip. The reason, I'm doing this is that I felt like, at the rate I was going, I was never reach the good stuff. Moreover, I believe I gave covered all the bases, so there shouldn't be any confusion.

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Hayden's P.O.V.

It's been approximately two weeks-four day since the incident in the kitchen and also since I have seen my mate, I can't bring myself to say his name without wailing in pain or hear zameir whines his grief. It's partly my fault that I didn't see him for so long; however, I have been trying for the last four days but unfortunately for me, it appears to me that he as retreated into himself and won't let me close to him. Another reason is because he's been spending a lot of time with elder Alden; who's trying to figure out what he is, at least that's what I was told by my mom. For some reason, that brought a little burst of glee to go off within me like fireworks. It no hidden secret that I did like the old fart, even though his prediction about me were partly right. Anyway, it kind of strange that elder Alden couldn't tell what he is; apart from he is some form of Hybrid. I mean, I have always thought elder Alden was a know-it-all, imbecile, no pun intended. I guess not everything is as it seems.

Nonetheless, has for Benjamin and his dad they are doing perfectly fine, however Mr. Price is still in the infirmary. Apparently, Malachi had damaged his ears, which has caused him to contract a terrible infection that requires him to stay another week in the hospital. I found this slightly hilarious that out of everything that happen to him, the only thing his wolf healing gene couldn't fix was a damn ear infection. Go to show that not all wolves are invisible.

Anyway, has for Benjamin, his time in the infirmary was pretty short because he was out of there withing four days. Fortunately, for Benjamin; he had all his stuffing intact, unlike his dad. Even though, he has been discharge from the infirmary for about four days now; I haven't really seen him Apart from the couple of times I saw him with my dad. Even so, whenever I saw him, I would ask about his dad or him, but whenever I want to talk about something a little heavier like Malachi or what happened that day.

He would suddenly remember that he had some important pack business to take care of. Which I know, he was lying; he just did want to talk about my mate. So being the good son I am, I went to my mom for advice on how to handle Benjamin's unwillingness to talk about his issues with Malachi. Her advice was pretty simple, she basically asked me to not pressure him in to talk about Malachi humiliating him and his dad and to allow him to come to me when he is ready to talk about what happened. So, I took her advice because, let face it, it is good advice from a wise woman.

I huff out a stressful sigh as I sluggishly tilt my head in the direction of the slightly crooked alarm clock that sit perch upon the night stand. I couldn't avert my eyes from the evil machine for too long because I had taken up the boring pleasure of counting the minutes; so I would think about you know who. Zameir immediately release a weak whine as the rejection of our mate washes over us again, instantly, I shook the unwanted thought from my mind before continuing the monotonous task of focusing on the device that showcase a pulsing neon green digits that read twelve-fifteen p.m across the little screen tauntingly. The little demon is a constant reminder that I did sleep one wink last night after what happened with Malachi last night.

At the mention of his name, the memories from last night that I tried to bury; quickly resurface as it forces me to remember the bitter bite of Malachi's rejection. I remembered spending most of the day sorting out pack dilemma, such as a few meeting with the elders to discuss a few concerns some pack members voice to them. I had even when as far as to inspection the unoccupied land pack land that have recently become a hot zone for rogues. Then I had to gather two dozen warriors to eradicate the rogue from the land, so it would be accessible to newly mated members of the pack who wanted to build their homes. Then I spent the remainder of the day with Benjamin, who was visiting his dad that stilling the hospital. By the time I got home, it was near ten; all I want to do was curl up beside Malachi and take a well-deserved long slumber.

However, when I reach his door knob and tried to turn it; I immediately realize that what I had assumed was an innocent mishap; was actually him purposeful lock me out of his room, not once but three nights in a row. I remembered asking myself why he felt the need to lock me out? For the life of me, I couldn't remember doing anything to hurt his feelings or even uttering an unkind word to him. “So why the sudden cold shoulders” I remember thinking to myself. After try the knob a couple more I forfeit that for loud frantic pounds on the door with whiny pathetic cries but no matter how much I begged him to open the door; I wouldn't budge. I don't know how long I kept pounding on the door repeatedly before my mom came to comfort my ugly cries of pain. After I was taken to me room by my mom, I spend hours cry my eyes out at the pain of Malachi's abandonment.

I whew out my discomfort as I try to push the painful thoughts aside once more. Before sluggishly flip over onto my stomach and re-position my body in a horizontal line on top of the bed, however, my head remain turn to the demonic device. I Immediately fold my arms into a makeshift pillow before resting my worrisome head onto it as I continue my mindless counting of the seconds.

“Hayden!” A sweet, velvet sound of a familiar feminine voice echoes in the silence of the room. However, I don't move an inch as I keep staring at the changing digits on the alarm clock.

“Honey, are you awake?” Mom's warm voice sounds out again as it wraps me in a thick blanket of warmth, while she softly knocks on my bedroom door.

“Yeaa!” I reply in a low, stressful mewl.

“Can I come in?” She asks while slowly opening the door.

“Mm hum!” I groan my answer as the wooden door squeal on its hinges as it swings into the room. However, I didn't hear the usual slapping of mom's fluffy bed slippers or even the door close behind her. “Why's she not moving or saying anything thing?” I question myself.  I weakly avert my eyes from the one thing that's keeping me from going insane to look at what's keep mom. Immediately, a fright yelp pulls from me as I quickly dart upwards onto my knees before falling onto me ass. My irritated eyes prudently from their home as I quickly bring my right hand up to clench my left pec as the stupid thing I call a heart beat to an erratic drum.

“Are you trying to kill me, woman?” I exclaim as I attempt to calm my frantic breathing down.

“Aww, sweetie, I thought you heard me come in!” She giggles as she lowers herself on to the edge of the bed.

“How could I've heard you? You literally move like a snake just now, mom,” I exclaim.

“Stop being dramatic, son” she said with stern expression.

“Dramatic, you damn near killed 'em!” I blurt out as I stare at the crazy woman.

“Hayden! Language!,” she cries out with her lips pulled into thine line as she points a warning digit at me. Why was she mad? I was the one she darn nearly killed, when she crept upon me like a darn slithering snake. Even now, my feeble heart is still pounding against my sternum.

I squinch my eyes at her in a half glare as I take in her appearance. It looks as if she's coming from the kitchen; because she still has on her floral pattern apron, which is cover in splashes of flour dust. Even, her slight white sandy blonde hair has traces of flour particles. It was not secret that I looked like an exact replica of my mom with Her bright-green orbs that holds a stern look as she analyzes my features. Has her professional sculpted eyebrows twitch with concern while her thin lips disappear into her mouth.

She tentatively reaches out her right which immediately cup my left cheek as she looks into my irritated eyes with worry. She begins to gentle rub my cheek as she asks, “honey, how are you feeling?”

“I am fine” I lied as I quickly slap on a fake smile on to me face.

“Please, don't lie; you know I can tell when you are forthcoming, Hayden,” she replies as she continues her mindless caress.

“I-I-I am fine” I stutter, which, immediately, cause mom's orbs to become cloudy with dismay.

Even though, I try to fight back the leash tears that burn my already irritated eyes, A single tear still manage to escape me. And, within seconds I'm a bawling mess, I angrily rub at my sprinklers as I try to cancel the water works they would stop pouring from them.

“Oh, my baby.” Mom coos as she instantly wraps me in her warm embrace. I felt he one of her caring hands rest on my back as the other threads through my hair to massage me scalp. She begins to whisper encouraging words into my left ear in a mellow tone that immediately soothes me. However, the traitorous tear wouldn't stop running down my cheeks to soak her blouse.

“Let it all out, hon,” she adds.

Eventually, my wail dies down to a low whine and whimper, however mom's nurturing caresses, don't waivers as she soothingly rubs back. Even though I wanted to stay in the little cocoon mom has built for me, I know that she is going to want me to talk about my feelings; so I can get it all off my chest. I slowly pull away from her, which she allows me to do with ease, she hastily uses the pad of her thumbs to wipe the remaining of teardrops that stain my face. As soon as she was pleased with the results, a bashful smile plaster across her features.

“Want to tell me what's the matter now” she asks in a motherly tone.

“Uh-huh” I began but stop to rubbed my nose while sniffling loudly to remove the slight wetness I feel in my nostril before I add.

“Malachi rejected me” I whisper in a hoarse voice.

“What?” mom exclaims with rage.

“Mom, please don't let me say it again” I whine as I fell zameir pulse out waves of distress.

“Are you certain?” She insists.

“Yeah, I think” I reply with uncertainty.

“What do you mean, you think? What exactly did he as to you?” She asks in a wave of questions.

“Well, he didn't actually say he rejects me; however, he is being very distant mom. Lock me out of his room three nights now and not answer me cries.”  I murmur.

“Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic, Hon? I mean, not to point any finger here, but you have also been avoiding him too.” Mom said in a calm voice.

“No I haven't” I exclaim.

“Think about it, Hayden, where have you been for almost three weeks now?” Mom challenge.

“I have been busy with pack stuff and visit ben---oh.” I stop mid-sentence as it begins to daunt on me that maybe Malachi is the one who's feeling rejected. Because I have spent almost every waking day with Benjamin and his dad at the hospital and no time with him whatsoever.

“Now, do you see that you're also at fault?” mom ask with her right eyebrow cock at me.

“Yea” I reply as I quickly lower my head.

How could I be so stupid? That I didn't see that, I am the one who, has been hurting Malachi. And not the other way around. I was so caught up in ensuring Benjamin and his dad were okay because I felt like I was the reason Malachi had hurt them. That I had forgotten that perhaps my mate was also hurting. “I am so fucking stupid,” I thought to myself. Immediately tears begin to pool in my eyes again, however before they can't break the dam; mom's there with her quick thinking.

“No need to be sad there's still time to apologize, I believe he is still in the kitchen having breakfast, before----.” Before mom can't complete her sentence, I make a break for the door with only one though in mind, and that's tell me mate how sorry I am that I neglected him.

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By:- Martin Crane.

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(Ultimately, our mission in life is to drag our self-image out of the shadows of our judgmental mind and present it to the light of self-love. When this is done, we will be lifted to where our greatness will be revealed.)

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