Blake stood up and roared, “Reject each other!”
His aura came over me, paining me as my neck bowed to him and then turned to Luke saying, “I, Jasmine Dale, reject you, Lucas Hemming, as my mate.” It felt like a sword had sliced right through my chest, shredding my heart and lungs, the pain practically unbearable.
Luke weakly replied, “I, Lucas Hemming, accept your rejection, Jasmine Dale.” As soon as he ended his sentence, the pain became overwhelming, and I fell off the couch screaming.
Blake
Iwatchedinhorroras Jasmine doubled over and fell off the couch, just narrowly missing the coffee table. I shuddered as she screamed in agony at the rejection. Before I could think about what I was doing, I picked her up by her waist, her whole body convulsing. I quickly glanced back at Luke who was also doubled over on the couch, clearly also in pain, hesitating and wondering if I should try to help him too.
His eyes locked with mine, red and brimming with tears. “It’s okay, Blake. Help Jasmine. I’ll be okay,” he wheezed out, grasping at his chest. I’d come back for him later and make sure he really was okay. At that moment, all I could think about was taking care of Jasmine.
I swiftly grabbed my car keys from the entryway table and ran to my car, carrying Jasmine over my shoulder. I threw her into the passenger seat, sprinted to the driver’s seat, and was soon speeding toward the clinic. It was a quick drive. I parked haphazardly, pulled Jasmine out of the car, and ran in, past the front desk and into the back, practically crashing into my mom.
“Blake? What’s going on?” She looked shocked.
“Please, Mom, help Jasmine. Please help her.”
She led me into a room with a bed and I gently placed her on it. She had stopped screaming, but we could both see that she was still in agony. “What happened to her?” my mom asked.
“She rejected Luke,” I replied.
“Oh my Goddess.” She looked at me. “I hope this wasn’t your doing, Blake!”
“It wasn’t, I swear. It was her choice.”
She shook her head and said, “Just go wait out in the waiting room and I’ll get you when she has calmed down.” I walked out to the front and took a seat, grabbing for a magazine. I wasn’t even able to comprehend the words as I read them and eventually gave up. The room was empty, so I began pacing, the woman at the front desk looking up at me occasionally.
After what seemed like forever, my mom finally came out and brought me back into her office. She gestured for me to sit down and then she did the same. “I gave her a sedative. She seems to have calmed down.”
“When will she be better?” I asked my mom.
She shook her head and said, “She’ll eventually feel better than she does now, but all of the pain won’t go away until she finds someone else to mark her. The Moon Goddess does not take well to being insulted. Jasmine has rejected her gift and now she will have to suffer for it.”
“Fuck,” I replied.
“Why did she reject Luke?” My mom narrowed her eyes at me.
“I don’t know. I can speculate, but only she or Luke can answer that. I just happened to walk in while they were trying to reject each other. When Jasmine couldn’t do it, I offered to help with my aura, and she accepted. That’s all, Mom. I didn’t tell either of them to reject the other before that moment.”
“You’re one hundred percent sure you didn’t meddle at all?”
I looked down at my feet and replied, “They both confided in me, and I only gave them each individual advice as a friend. But the decision to reject each other was theirs alone.” I looked back up at my mom.
She shook her head. “I really hope you’re being honest, Blake. Rejecting your mate is no joke. It’s very painful and should only be reserved for the most extreme cases. If you convinced Jasmine to reject Luke for selfish reasons, I will be very disappointed in you.”
“Can I see her?” I asked, desperate to make sure she was okay.
“You know where she is,” my mom replied, sighing.
I got up and walked quickly to the room where Jasmine was. She was lying on her back, her eyes staring at the ceiling. I pulled a chair next to her bed and sat down next to her. I brushed her hair back and looked at her. “Jasmine, how are you feeling?”
She turned to look at me and said, “I’d rather be dead than feel this anymore. Is this what it feels like to beg for death when you’re being tortured?”
I got off the chair and lay down on the bed next to her. “No, Jasmine. You don’t want to die. I won’t let you die. It hurts now but it will get better.”
“Please just kill me. I think whatever you do when you torture people would be better than what I feel right now. Maybe you can use me for butcher practice.”
“No, Jasmine.”