Broken Heart

I burst the door wide open leaving it to make a loud noise. There he is. Packing all his belongings. He carries on packing like he didn't just hear me burst through the door. Julia comes chasing after me.

“Sir, I told her to....”

“It's all right, Julia. Let her stay”, he says, looking at Julia. Roman raises a brow at her as she hesitates for a moment. She closes the door behind her as she walks out. The man doesn't even glance at me.

"Roman," I say, trying to get his attention, but he ignores me.

"Roman" I grab his arm to turn him toward me.

Gold rings adorn his eyes. Seeing as his wolf is here, I think he will talk to me atleast.

“Why did you resign?”. He stares at me looking lost.

“Dammit Roman” I knocked some of his files off the desk. I know he doesn't want me. But I can not stop myself.

"I am leaving the pack," he says as he picks up the files I knocked over. "Okay, but why?" For some odd reason, my brain stopped functioning after hearing him say those words. It's the same feeling I experienced when he said he doesn't want me.

"I have to be somewhere else", he says, counting the files in his box.

“Somewhere where?”

“It is none of your business” he deadpans.

“Right,” I say before grabbing him by the arm, connecting my lips to his. There is no logic to this. I want to kiss him. Feel him before he leaves for good.

He stills but I dont stop. I mould my mouth to his and I take his upper lip between my lips. I feel sparks travelling to my lips and to my very core. I pull him closer till there is no space between our bodies.

Finally, he responds and I moan at that. He tightens his fingers in my hair and places his other hand around my waist.

Pulling away slightly for breath, I search his eyes. He pauses for a minute looking at me, but slowly backs away from me.

"Would you tell me why you don't want me if I asked you?" Despite my tears, I control them. I can not stop him from leaving. But before he leaves, I need to know why my own mate does not want me.

“It's complicated,” he says. It's the same old rubbish. He doesn't even attempt to explain to me. At the very least, I deserve some explanation. I hold back tears and take a deep breath.

"I have been thinking, Roman. Was it because I agreed to be a marked mate?”, I stayed awake all night thinking about it. I search his eyes for an answer. He signs and rubs his forehead.

"No," he says as he shakes his head. I check to see if he's lying. Yet his eyes are focusing on me without any expression on his face. The man is telling the truth.

"Your wolf? What does he say?"

“He changed his mind. He doesn’t want you anymore”. I felt like my insides were being torn apart.

“Is it because of me? Am I not enough?” Tears rolled down my face, washing away my makeup and smudging my mascara.

“It's not you. It's me. It's my first mate.” he snaps.

“What about her?'' I fist my hands waiting for the answer. The last time I asked him the same question, he said it was complicated. I want him to say it's complicated, but not anything else.

“I still love her” The mascara on my face is definitely smudged and I look like a mess, but I don't care. I dont care anymore.

“Oh” was all I could manage.

“Taylor, I am sorry.” He can't believe I will forgive him. I won’t. I will get a market mate while he still pulls the rope to his dead mate. This is perfect, a dry laugh escapes me.

“Reject me”. I say looking at the ground.

"I can't," he says, zipping his bag and stacking the boxes one by one.

“Why?”

“She doesn’t want me too”

“Who?”

“You are asking too many questions '. He picks up the piled boxes and looks at me. I want to knock over his neatly stacked boxes and punch him in the face.

“You are breaking my heart, Roman” I whisper, a lone tear running from my eyes. I'll make sure to see him. He needs to look, how he made me feel.

"I've got a flight." As soon as he sees me, he closes the door and leaves.

Picking myself up, I stood up. I see some tissues on the table. I cleaned my face leaving the office.

*Goodbye, Roman.* I say more to myself.

As I walk out of the building, Julia looks at me. I ignored her and went out of the building. I go home. I head straight to my bathroom.

After stripping off my gown, panty and bra, I got naked. I turn on my shower in the bathroom. I adjust the temperature to high and enter. The hot water left a sweet sting on my skin. But I welcomed it.

I pray to the moon goddess to wash away my tears, my pain. I pray for her to fix my shattered heart. I prayed for her to give me the strength to love myself. I scrub my lips hard, thinking of the memory that happened not so long ago. I kissed him. He kissed me back. It is, however, a goodbye kiss.

I cry for the loss of my mate as tears run down my cheeks once again. While he's here, he's not here with me. I cry for the poor girl who wanted her mate more than anything. I cry for the girl who looked for salvation elsewhere rather than in herself, trying to be blessed by another.

He left me. When I whisper it to myself, it hits me hard.

*I am here*

Lilly whines.

I nod and cry even more. After what felt like ages, I promise myself that I will not cry anymore. The Taylor I was one week ago isn't the same Taylor I am now. She's gone now. After giving myself a serious pep talk, I get out wrapping myself in a large robe.

After drying myself, I apply some hydrating lotion to my body. I wear a crop top with long sleeves and jeans. I leave my hair to dry and grab some hair ties and push them to the side of my bag.

I take two large bags. I start packing my clothes accordingly. I should be checking in the quarters soon. I put my toiletries and makeup in separate bags. I pack two pairs of shoes and one pair of normal flats. One of my bags has an inner zip where I kept my undergarments.

A separate bag is where I keep my laptop and a few of my books. In the same bag, I secure the folder dad has about the contestants.

I take a sandwich to go from the fridge. While eating lunch, I leave the house and go straight to the quarters. My home and quarters are 10 minutes away by foot. I messaged my dad. I arrived at the quarters and went in.

There in the reception is Dan. I frown. "Dan", I say as I walk to the desk.

“Hey, doll”, Dan practically yells, hugging me dramatically.

“What are you doing here?” I ask returning his hug back.

He pulls away from me and gasps. “I am here to spy on one of the contestants”
He whispers looking around.

“What?” My eyes widened in response. What does he think he is doing? If he gets caught, he will have to answer to the alpha. Alpha doesn't seem in the best of moods after what happened today.

Dan laughs, hands resting on his stomach. He wipes fake tears and says, “Relax doll, I am the receptionist”. He shows me his Id.

"So you have two jobs now", I ask.

"Yeah, I am saving for a world tour." He pats himself on the back.

“So doll, your dad told me that you will be coming”

I mumble, "That makes things easier", but Dan ignores my sarcasm.

“The gorgeous, fascinating, cock pulsating men are in the living room”. He fans himself winking at me.

My best friend is in no way normal. As I stare at him weirdly, he waves me off.

As I carry my luggage to the living room, an annoying voice screams in my ear. "Princess, you are on time.". Angelo drags me to the couches. My luggage was left there.

The men stare at me when Angelo screams. I swallow loudly due to all the attention. Nicolas smiles at me as he pats an empty spot between him and Greyson. They look at me intently when I search for any other place.

“Princess fast. Sit down”. Angelo urges me to sit between Greyson and Nicolas. Greyson's eyes twinkle when he sees me, and his gaze wanders to the large coffee table.

I feel conscious between all these gorgeous men, somehow Nicolas reads me and he gives me a large pillow. I smiled at him while taking the pillow. I keep it in my lap to hide my chubby belly. I occasionally run, but I do not work out. Add some stress and depression to the mix, my belly is not fit. Hell, I am not fit.

I see Gilbert's eyes narrowing as he stares at me. When Gilbert saw me hiding behind the giant pillow, he smirked and chuckled cruelly. I don't know what's wrong with him.

“So ladies and gentlemen, let the room selection process begin,” Angelo says.

I see a large glass bowl with small papers inside it. “The rules are simple. There are twelve of us now, so..”, I see a flash of sadness in Ren’s eyes. I think Ren is close to Oliver.

"We have six papers in the bowl. Angelo passes the bowl to the other six people, we have to share a room with the person we picked". Casper, the Viking god says, looking directly at me. The smirk on his face makes me squirm in my seat. Several seconds pass before his words register in my head.

I have to share what! A room? A freaking room?