Charlie:
Though the physical pain has dissipated, my heart aches. Tears don't stop leaking from my eyes and my throat is raw from my screams. Not even Zak's arms around me, his front pressed into my back, his chin on my head can reduce the pain. We've been laying like this for hours. Our mothers keep attempting to coax us to eat or drink, but we refuse everything. We don't talk. We don't move.
I've cut off my mind link with everyone. I keep repeating all of our moments with Brandon over the last week, since the morning that Lucille told us that he was our mate. Every touch. Every kiss. Every "I love you." The intense joy that I felt when he claimed me as his mate. Claimed Zak. The look on his face as he backed away from us. And his words. They repeat over and over in my head.
"I, Brandon Conall Snow, Beta of the Artemis Pack, reject you, Charlotte Elektra Loup, Luna of the Artemis Pack, and you, Zakary Alexander Loup, Alpha of the Artemis Pack, as my mates."
"I, Brandon...reject you, Charlotte...and you, Zakary...as my mates."
"I, Brandon...reject you, Charlotte..."
"I...reject you..."
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Zak:
So much pain.
Unending,
Wrenching,
Excruciating,
Inexhaustible,
Deep,
Aching,
Protracted,
Throbbing,
Crushing,
Bottomless agony.