Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

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“Nevertheless, it would be wise for me to make my exit now.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

As I watched him, my brow furrowed in a frown, trying to make sense of the confusion that was slowly creeping into my mind. What had caused him to abruptly leave? My mind was a whirlwind of unanswered questions, leaving me wondering and pondering.

And then, as if sensing my unease, Uncle Gavvyn’s voice pierced the air, capturing my attention and leading my eyes to a figure standing just a few feet away. My heart leaped with excitement when I recognized the person standing there, a warm flush coloring my cheeks as our gazes connected across the room. I could sense his expectation as his shoulders remained tense, even though his eyes were fixed elsewhere.

My throat tightened as I forced down a gulp, my palms becoming increasingly moist with nervousness, as a surge of restless energy flowed through my veins. My conversation with Uncle Gavvyn had consumed my attention so completely that I hadn’t even realized Axton was there until this moment. The realization hit me like a lightning bolt, instantly triggering a surge of anxiety. My mind became a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Through the haze of my thoughts, I heard Uncle Gavvyn’s voice, laced with teasing, as he pointed out the obvious tension between Axton and me. My cheeks grew even hotter as his words sank in, and a surge of annoyance welled up within me. I couldn’t help but notice that Uncle Gavvyn had been observing our awkward exchange.

“Come now, Maya,” He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he regarded me. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed about it. Young love is a beautiful thing, like a blossoming flower, radiating warmth and sweetness.”

Suppressing a sharp response, my mind became a storm of conflicting feelings.

Young love?

A scoff escaped me, as bitterness welled up inside, spreading through me like a foul taste in my mouth. There was no beauty to be found in the jumbled web of emotions that swirled inside me, just a constant state of uncertainty and confusion.

“Is he the person you’ve been hoping to find, a potential True Mate? Are you considering mating with him?”

The weight of Uncle Gavvyn’s words hung in the air, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment, as if they were engulfed in flames. The impact of his question was sharp and painful, the underlying meaning behind his words causing an icy sensation to crawl up my spine.

My throat felt dry, causing me to swallow hard as I grappled with the challenge of responding. A thousand thoughts swirled in my mind, each one more tumultuous than the previous. Answering such a question seems incredibly challenging. How could I articulate the jumble of emotions that twisted and turned within me, leaving me in a constant state of uncertainty and confusion?

But even as I grappled with my own inner turmoil, a part of me shied away from sharing such private concerns with Uncle Gavvyn. He was my guardian!

“I… I don’t know,” My voice barely rose above a whisper as I stammered, struggling to articulate coherent words. I try to hide the blush that is probably giving away my embarrassment. “It’s not… It’s not a conversation I want to have with you.”

I could feel Uncle Gavvyn’s intense stare on me, his face a mask of inscrutable emotions as he digested what I had said. The weight of his scrutiny filled

the

space between us, suffocating the air and creating a suffocating silence. And then, with a heavy sigh, he nodded, his body language revealing his comprehension of the weight behind my reluctance.

“I understand,” he said softly, his voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and understanding. “If you ever find yourself needing to talk, Maya, know that I’m always available for you. I may not always have the answers, but I will always be here for you, ready to lend a listening ear.”

As I nodded, a lump formed in my throat, making it difficult to speak, and tears threatened to escape from my eyes. As Uncle Gavyn spoke, his words became a healing salve for my injured spirit, serving as a constant reminder that there was someone who truly cherished me, even during the most

difficult moments.

But even as I tried to take comfort in his words, a part of me couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain at the realization that Uncle Gavyn was unaware of the

true nature of my feelings. It was a bittersweet moment. He remained blissfully unaware that my True Mate was none other than his own nephew, Zeke, the very person who had callously rejected me and shattered my heart.

The memory of Zeke’s rejection was still fresh in my mind, a constant ache that surged through me whenever his name crossed my thoughts. How could he have shown such indifference, such a lack of empathy? Without hesitation, he abandoned me, leaving me to plece together my shattered heart in

solitude.

Despite my resistance to the unfairness, I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Uncle Gavvyn’s perspective held some truth. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was destined to be with someone who would truly cherish and accept me, just as lam.

Someone like…My head instinctively turns in Axton’s direction, and my heart flutters with anticipation. Yeah, no, I highly doubt it.

As Uncle Gavyn finally departs, his words linger in my thoughts, resonating like a haunting melody, and a weighty sorrow descends upon me, smothering like an oppressive blanket. His reassuring words, promising unwavering support regardless of my choice, provided a faint sense of solace amidst my inner chaos, yet they also served as a poignant reminder of the immense gravity of the decision I had to make.

Silent and still, 1 observe as Uncle Gavyn vanishes from sight, his presence diminishing until he becomes an indistinguishable speck in the distance. I feel an intense desire to cry out to him, to beg him to linger, and to assist me in untangling the intricate mesh of emotions that threatens to overwhelm me. But I know that I must face this alone, with no one by my side, as this is a journey that I must undertake solo.

With a heavy heart, I turn away from the fading silhouette of Uncle Gavyn, the weight of his absence lingering in the air. Suddenly, I find myself face to face with Axton, his vibrant energy clashing against the somber atmosphere that surrounds me. As his lips meet my cheek, a sense of familiarity washes over me, but instead of comfort, I’m consumed by a pr

ic k l i n g unease.

“Hey.” Axton says softly, his voice laced with concern. “You seemed off during your co

nversation with him. Is everything okay?”

ing out in a strained whisper.

1 force a small smile, trying to push aside the turmoil that threatens to consume me. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I reply, my voice coming “Just… a lot on my mind. I guess.”

His gaze lingers on me, his eyes probing for any trace of deception as Axton studies me for a moment. But no matter how hard I try to conceal it, I know he can effortlessly see into my soul, sensing the inner chaos that rages within me like a violent storm.

“Chestnut,” he says softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair away from my face. “You know you can talk to me, right? Whatever’s bothering you, I’m here for you.”

someone who cherishes me profoundly, even His words provide a gentle solace, a reassurance that I am not alone in this vast world, that there exists during the bleakest moments. As I try to find comfort in his presence, doubts linger in my mind about whether I can trust him completely. I question the authenticity of his proclaimed pure intentions.

With a determined shake of my head, I cast aside the doubts that threaten to engulf me. This is the moment to push aside any doubts or hesitations. The time has come to concentrate solely on the task before me, digging deep into my inner reserves to bravely confront whatever trials await.

“I appreciate that, Axton,” I say softly, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “But I think I just need some time to sort things out on my own. I hope you understand.”

With a nod of understanding, Axton’s face softens with empathy and concern, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

“Of course,” he says, his voice tinged with sadness. “Just know that I’m here for you whenever you’re ready to talk.”

“How’s the training been?”

Despite my

best attempts to appear calm, my voice trembles slightly as I ask, diverting the conversation to a different subject. Weeks have passed since Sammy and I were forbidden from setting foot on the training grounds.

Axton’s laughter echoes through the air, filling the surroundings with a warmth that feels like a ray of sunshine breaking through the darkness.

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“Not much to report,” he replies, his tone light and carefree. As Axton clears his throat, his gaze drifts off into the distance, his fingers absentmindedly scratching his cheek as he ponders. “Just the usual drills and exercises. But uh, your ex, Alpha Zeke, has been keeping a close eye on us, especially me

I can’t help but laugh at that, a burst of laughter escaping me along with an unladylike short. Whenever Zeke gets upset, he falls into his usual pattern of micromanaging everything, leaving us with little autonomy. There’s a bittersweet feeling that lingers within me when I reflect on our time together, despite all that has transpired between us.

“He always did have a knack for being overbearing.” The corners of my lips curl into a wistful smile as 1 remark, a hint of nostalgia in my voice. “I guess that behavie: never really left him, lingering like a stubborn pest”

With a thoughtful expression, Axton nods in agreement, his gaze filled with warmth and affection directed towards me.

I feel Axton’s arms encircle me, his touch gentle yet firm as he draws me closer and presses me against the wall. As his lips meet mine in a fervent kiss, I feel a rush of heat and passion, reigniting a fire within me that I thought had long been extinguished. With a single touch, his warmth spreads through me, erasing the darkness that engulfs my soul.

“We’ve talked enough about the person who rejected you, let’s shift our attention to something else,” His lips brush against mine, and I can hear the husky and sweet sound of his murmurs. As his grip tightens on my hip, a primal moan escapes my lips, filled with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I feel Axton’s growl reverberate through his lips as they press against my neck, creating an electrifying sensation. “Just think about how long it’s been since I’ve tasted you…”

His words struck a chord deep within me, and despite the heavy emotions, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. I playfully swat his chest, teasing him

with a mischievous grin,

“You’re so annoying. Axton.”

“Instead of talking, Chestnut, why don’t we focus on kissing more, yeah?”

With every word I utter, I become increasingly powerless against the irresistible attraction that draws us together, melting into his warm embrace. I wrap

arms tightly around his neck, feeling the warmth of his body against mine as our lips collide in a passionate embrace.

With each deepening kiss, the world around us dissolves into oblivion, leaving us entangled in a passionate whirlwind of desire and yearning. Within Axton’s embrace, I discover solace and comfort, a sanctuary shielding me from the internal storms that threaten to overwhelm.