Rejected By My Mate

Chapter 16

[Alexandria’s POV]

My heart was heavy as I entered Sabrina's mansion. All the maids greeted me and I just nodded. I am

not in the mood right now. I am thinking about Azrael. His sad look keeps flashing in my head. He's all I

could think of at this moment.

"Alex!!" Layla happily ran towards me and engulfed me in a hug. "Thank god, you're okay!" I smile

faintly.

She frowned when she looked at me. "What happened?" Layla knows right away if something was

wrong with me.

"Azrael..." I whispered sadly. She looks surprised when I mention the name.

"Tell me, what happened?" she asked, and I nodded. Before I could talk, I noticed an unfamiliar scent. I

can tell he was powerful.

"Sabrina has guests?" I asked Layla. She nodded.

"Yeah, Allia and her husband are here." I nodded. I presume that the powerful aura I felt was from

Allia's husband. I guess it's the wizard guy named Clinton.

"Come on, we are waiting for you. What took you so long?" she uttered while we walked up the stairs

towards Sabrina's office.

"I went to Azrael because he was also in pain. He almost died because of me, Layla." I said anxiously.

She gasped in shock.

"What? He can still feel pain even if he rejects you?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows in confusion.

She stops walking and faces me.

"Yes, because we didn’t accept each other's rejection back then. He took back his rejection towards

me, Layla. And because of that, he will feel even worse pain." I said anxiously and let out a deep sigh.

"What changes his mind?" she asked skeptically. I just shrugged my shoulders. Maybe because Liza

was gone? And he has no Luna anymore? Then, am I his last option? I am just an option... I frowned. I

shrugged it off, and we continued walking until we reached Sabrina's office. The door automatically

swung open, and we got inside.

All eyes were on me the moment I stepped into the room. I fixed my gaze on the man with a black hat

and black clothing. A wizard indeed.

"Am I late?" I mumbled. Allia smiles at me and I smile back.

Sabrina cleared her throat and spoke, "Yeah, but we understand." She looks at me knowingly. I know

she saw what happened.

'Can I tell them your real name?' Sabrina asked through mind-link.

'Okay,' I said back, while nodding my head in her direction for approval.

"Alex, this is Clinton Valencio, a wizard." Sabrina introduces the man. "And Clinton, this is Alexandria

Gregory we were talking about earlier." Clinton eyed me and extended his hand for a handshake. I

accepted it.

"Pleasure to meet you, Alexandria." I smiled awkwardly and nodded. "Pleasure to meet you too, Mr.

Clinton." I pulled out my hand from his grip. But before that, I swear I saw his eyes change color. I eyed

him cautiously.

Layla and I sat in the vacant seat beside Sabrina. Then Clinton handed Sabrina the thick book. It looks

so old. I saw the cover that read ‘The Chosen One’.

That got my interest. I feel like the book will answer some of my questions.

"I already read the entire book," Clinton uttered, and Sabrina nodded her head. Sabrina put the thick

book on the center table. She flips the cover and turns the pages.

We are all silent. Only the flipping of the pages creates a sound while Sabrina reads it silently. All

Sabrina saw in the book, I also saw. I just leaned my back on the sofa and closed my eyes. Every page

is getting more interesting.

"Look, this phrase here..." Sabrina mumbled out of the blue, and her eyebrows furrowed together like

she was assessing something in her mind.

In Layla's curiosity, she went beside Sabrina and read the phrase stated in the book aloud.

"Who is the Chosen One? Is it a girl or a boy? You can never guess. However, you can easily identify

the Chosen One. You can feel her enormous amount of energy that will make you suffocated when the

Chosen One will use his/her power. It will make all your senses shiver in fear. You should fear the

Chosen One, as thy power will eliminate your existence in this world. In just a snap of his/her finger,

everything will be under control. The Chosen One has no mercy upon provoking his/her emotion. Don't

play with the fire as it will fuel his/her emotion. The more he/she will feel emotion, the more the Chosen

One will be dangerous. And will be much more dangerous than the beast." Layla's forehead creased in

confusion. She continued reading aloud.

"If the Chosen One is a hybrid, she will lead all races, including demons and beasts. Everyone must

submit themselves to the Chosen One in order to live. Those who are against the Chosen One will find

a way to kill him/her. They will form an alliance between all races just to kill the Chosen One." Layla

looks at me, puzzled. I know what was running through her mind. She was thinking the same thing as

the others. They thought, what if I am the Chosen One?

"What if Alex is the Chosen One?" Allia voices her thoughts. I couldn't help but gasp a little. I was right.

"It is not possible," Clinton mumbled. I cleared my throat and spoke. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yes, I am a hybrid, but it doesn't mean that I am the Chosen One. I am not the only hybrid here, you

know that."

"Yes, Luke is also hybrid, right?" Sabrina said while still thinking deeply.

"But, he's still a kid." Allia protested. Everyone was silent all of a sudden.

I stare at the wall as I'm trying to process the information. I can't be the Chosen One.

We are the Chosen, Alex. All three voices spoke in my head. That gave me goosebumps. My heart

beats faster in anticipation. I frowned. Now, I am confused about who I am. I remember my parents

said that I am a gift. Am I their true daughter? My heart aches at the thought. What secret still lies in my

entire existence? Who am I? How different am I from everyone else? I feel like crying because I think I

don't know myself anymore. It's like I am in complete bewilderment.

There's a lot of questions running in my mind right now, but who will answer those? I should go to

Tibbertan Mountains as soon as possible.

You will help me along the way, right? I asked my three spirits.

‘Of course, Alex.’ Val assured me.

‘Remember, we are just one, Alex.’ Willow reminded me.

‘We will help you as long as we can, Alex.’ Xandra vowed.

Thanks, guys. I don't know what to do without you. I'm so glad you're here with me.

‘We were glad too, Alex.’

I let out a long sigh and closed my eyes.

"Alex, are you okay?" Layla asked worriedly.

I nodded, but suddenly I panicked when my heart rate increased at a quicker pace. I put my hands on

my chest when it hurts vigorously. It was like something stabbed me in my chest. My three spirits also

whimpered because of sudden pain. And I feel like my whole body got paralyzed. I am catching my

breath.

"Alex?! Oh god, what's happening?!" Layla uttered in panic and in fear.

‘Alex, our mate…’ Xandra cried out.

This can't be. No!

"Uggh," the pain in my chest was now unbearable and tears streamed down my face. I stood up, but

then I fell on my knees while clutching tightly on the sofa's armrest while my other hand was on my

chest clutching tightly too.

"Alex?! What's happening?!" they all uttered in fear. Layla tried to touch me, but I shook my head no.

She frowned. Sabrina tried to help me too, but I just shook my head.

"M-My mate... s-something happened to him!" I said, while gasping for air. Their eyes widened and

gasped like they knew what was happening.

My breathing became irregular and heavy. I gasped for air and screamed. I feel like dying. I cried

because it was so excruciating. An image flashed in my head, a horrible one. A look of horror was

visible on my face.

No!

Azrael!

"AZRAEL!" I mutter loudly while crying.

"Alex?!"

In just a second, I teleported back to where Azrael was. I felt dizzy, but I managed to walk towards the

crowd, still clutching my chest.

Then I saw him lying on the ground, almost lifeless, and looked pale. The entire pack was surrounding

him and tried to pull something buried in his chest. I frowned when I noticed what it was. A silver.

Silver...

No way! That's why I feel weak. If that silver stabbed at me, it would be my last.

"MOVE!" I said in a commanding tone. The werewolves divert their attention from me as I move them

away from Azrael.

Tears poured down my face when I saw his pale face and there was blood oozing from his mouth. A

silver stabbed in his chest deeply. I growled loudly in anger.

"Azrael!" I called him, but he's not responsive anymore. I checked his pulse, and it was getting faint.

No!

My three spirits also whimpered at the sight.

‘Alex, I can't connect with his wolf.’ Xandra whimpered.

I growled in anger. My eyes glowed more brightly, and I knew my aura was flowing enormously. I

couldn't control it anymore.

I glared furiously at the buried silver. My hands were trembling as I slowly grip the thick silver. It burns

my hands. I screamed when I slowly pulled it out from Azrael's chest, careful not to cause more

bleeding. And I can feel the wind blowing furiously as I growled loudly because of excruciating pain.

I looked at the silver, which was tainted with black magic. A poison. I furiously crashed the silver into

ashes. I heard gasps from the crowd, but I didn't care if they saw it. I hate that silver. If my mate dies,

I'm going to burn all the silver in the world!

I put my hands on Azrael's wound in his chest. My eyes glowed in pure white. I am trying to heal the

wounds, but it’s too deep and won't close right away. Also, his wolf was slowly fading. I saw the hole in

Azrael's chest and my heart aches for him. I’m glad the bleeding stops.

"Azrael... please wake up," I whispered nervously. Azrael didn't move. He's now unconscious. I

clenched my fist tightly into a ball while gritting my teeth. I couldn't help but let my tears pour down my

face. I lay my head on his chest to feel his beating heart. His heart rate was so faint, I almost couldn't

hear it. I whimpered in pain.

"Please wake up, Azrael. Don't leave me..." I uttered painfully as I sobbed. I can barely feel his

heartbeat. I put my two hands on his face while shaking him. Then I put his head in my lap while

healing him.

I shouldn't have left him. Now, I feel mad at myself.

"Please Azrael... wake up, baby. Please... I need you. I'm so sorry for pushing you away." I sniffled.

Suddenly, my anger rose from my heart. I was fuming mad. I wanted to kill that vampire for sending my

mate in between life and death.

Vorges, I will hunt you down! I swear I am going to make you suffer forever!

I saw the wounds slowly healed but his pulse was still faint. I have to do something.

I turned my head towards the werewolves, who were now kneeling on the ground, looking suffocated. I

furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

Nonetheless, I will give them my order as their soon-to-be Luna. They look at me in fear, including

Lucian.

"Listen, everyone, I will bring Azrael with me," I said, voice filled with authority. I look at Matthew.

"Please take care of the entire pack while Azrael is with me. I promise to bring him back alive." he

nodded repeatedly.

"Please bring him back, Luna," Matthew mumbled and followed by the others. They bowed their heads

as a sign of respect. I just nodded at all of them.

I closed my eyes and teleported myself and Azrael into Sabrina's mansion, specifically in my room, and

laid down Azrael in my bed.

I listen to his heartbeat again. I tore his shirt in the chest area, then put my hand in the wounds and

closed my eyes. I let my powers flow from my arms down to my hands. I don't know how I did this, but

it just comes out naturally, like I know what I'm doing. As I opened my eyes, I saw a tinge of green light

flickered in my palm. I am also glowing with a green aura and my eyes turned all green, and it's now

illuminating my darkroom.

I can feel the black smoke coming out of Azrael's body. I engulfed the black smoke with my green

magic until it disappeared.

I sighed in relief when I saw the wounds completely healed but, there's a scar left. I trace my finger into

the scar and I will never forget this day.

I will make sure Vorges will pay.

But why did Vorges do this? Is he trying to prove something? Did he know something about me? What

was his motive? What if he knew I was the Chosen One? I frowned. What should I do?