NADIA
His words leave me speechless. I stare at him, unable to come up with a worthy retort to his statement.
Max beats me to it, all expressions of sadness or vulnerability completely gone from his face. "Funny how you're so insecure about your throne. If it were yours to begin with, you wouldn't be so scared that someone would take over."
Maxwell is right. The only thing Asher talks about is me trying to make sure he loses his throne by joining forces with his brother. It is as of he is sacred that he would lose what was never his to begin with if he doesn't thread carefully. I guess that is why he wants me to leave Max desperately. He has no legit reason wanting to leave him, he is just trying to keep is both our because he knows there's a higher chance of Maxwell taking back what belongs to him if we work together.
This only makes me want to stand by Max even more…mate or not. I want to help him gain redemption again, even if it means that I have to let go of my mate.
It's not like he is a good mate to begin with. I don't have any problem with letting him go for good. At least, I shouldn't but the truth is, that I do have a problem with it no matter how much I try to deceive myself that I don't. Asher is the one thellm goddess created specially for me, it isn't that easy to just decided to let go of a person like that. Even if he is a mean bastard, he is still my other half and I will automatically want and choose him.
It takes all the strength in my body to make up my mind about choosing to help and support Max over my mate. It was then and there that I made up my mind to reject Asher. If he doesn't want me and refused to change and welcome his brother, the. I am going to reject him too and go with the one who wants me.
Moving forward with my resolved set, I gaze directly into Asher's eyes, bracing myself for what I am about to do. "I, Nadia Simpson, a rogue, reject—" a hand on my mouth cuts me off, forcing my mouth closed.
I bite the hand hard until it lets go of me. "What the hell?" I turned around, glaring nastily at the person who interrupted my rejection.
I should be accepting his rejection but I was rejecting him afresh. His old rejection became null and void since I didn't accept it after five days.
It was Max who stopped me from rejecting Asher afresh. I send him a questioning look, confused and wondering what his motive is.
"You are not rejecting me, Nadia," Asher's voice comes from my back, interrupting the statement Maxwell is about to make.
This causes a smile to find its way to Max's face. He seems to be extremely happy that Asher doesn't want me to reject him.
My gaze snaps to Asher, scowling at him. "And why shouldn't I reject you? You already rejected me. Not once, not twice. That means you don't want me. After all, you threatened to skin me alive if I didn't accept your rejection. I just thought it is best to reject you now, since the old rejection is already invalid."
"No, you can't reject me," he simply grunted in response.
I understood what he meant even before he said it. He wants to be the one to reject me. He doesn't want me to reject him because of his ego. His ego would never take lightly to being rejected by his mate.
I guess another reason he didn't want me to reject him is the pain that comes with it. Sometimes, even death comes with rejecting a mate.
For whatever reason, the moon goddess made the mating system against the one who was rejected rather than the one who did the rejection. I found it crazy since I believe that the person who is rejecting the one specially made for him or her by the moon goddess should be at the receiving end of pain but the moon goddess thought otherwise.
I believe that whoever does the rejection should suffer whatever consequences that comes with it but the moon goddess made it that anyone who is rejected would go through immense pain and would most likely die after. Only strong werewolves could withstand the pain. If I reject him, it means that he would be the one going through the pain. Yes, he is a strong werewolf but he doesn't even want to go through any pain. But he wants me to.
What sort of selfish and conceited bastard did the mood goddess mate me too? He can at least be decent enough to shoulder the burden of not wanting me.
"You don't want me to reject you because your pride won't take it. You also don't want to go through the pain of getting rejected but you want me, a weak rogue who would not be able to withstand the pain to feel it, isn't it? You don't just want me out of your life, you want me dead…gone for good."
My statement was supposed to come out as a question but they came out as a statement instead. I am stating my hypothesis.
Asher doesn't even try to hide or deny the fact, he just gives me a blank stare. That is all the confirmation I need.
My mate hates me so much that he wants me to die and be gone for good. The worst part is that I have never done anything to deserve that kind of hatred from him.
I didn't want him to see what his decision did to me but I can't help it when tears gather in my eyes.
I walked over until I was standing so close to him that our breath mixed.
I take out a small knife I have always kept with me since I ran away from my old pack. It is the knife I keep for protection.
As a rogue, especially one like me who was not born and didn't grow up as a rogue, we always had to have a weapon to protect ourselves. Either from other rogues, human werewolf hunters or pack members who saw us as a threat.
I handed him the knife. "Kill me. I need you to kill me right now."