C6 Chapter Six

James Pov

The air hung heavy with the murmur of a hundred conversations as I scanned the classroom. Each face held the familiar indifference of classmates, but none sparked the primal recognition I craved. Hailey, ever the anchor, shifted beside me, her warmth a comforting presence despite the knot of unease twisting in my gut.

"Where are you going?" she inquired, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Just need to check something," I mumbled, my voice tight. My fingers brushed against the lingering scent of lavender shampoo that clung to the sleeve of her sweater – a constant reminder of the bond we shared.

My mate. They must have bolted the second the dismissal bell echoed through the halls.

"I'll be right back," I promised, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. Hailey deserved honesty, but the truth was a tangled mess I wasn't ready to unravel.

Pushing through the doorway, I was met by a cacophony of teenage energy flooding the hallway. Ignoring the jostling shoulders and greetings, I let my instincts take over. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I inhaled, searching for the unique musk that marked my other half.

Dozens of werewolf scents swirled around me, a confusing cocktail in the already charged atmosphere. But my mate's distinctive trace was absent. Panic gnawed at the edges of my composure.

"What's the big deal?" Drake's voice cut through the throng, his usual amusement tinged with concern. He caught me mid-sniff, his eyes widening in surprise. "Everything okay?"

"Just gotta…" The lie died on my tongue. He wouldn't understand the primal pull, the undeniable connection that transcended logic.

"Back in a sec," I muttered, shoving past him. The cafeteria, usually a haven of greasy food and boisterous laughter, held the faintest sliver of hope.

And then it hit me. A wave of intoxicating citrus and vanilla, sharp and clean. My breath caught in my throat. Ignoring the surprised yelps of students I nearly mowed down, I sprinted towards the source.

My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. This was too soon. We weren't supposed to meet yet, not according to the pack's archaic traditions. A surge of conflicting emotions – exhilaration, trepidation, and a cold twist of guilt – warred within me.

_Damn it._

The figure rounded a corner, her scent intensifying. I skidded to a halt, the image before me a stark contrast to the fantasy I'd conjured in my mind. Long blonde hair, pulled back in a messy ponytail, framed a face I didn't recognize. She fumbled with a locker key, her white t-shirt and jeans a casual defiance to the unspoken pack dress code.

The weight of my secret relationship with Hailey pressed down on me. The air crackled with unspoken possibilities, and the very foundation of the life I knew seemed to teeter on the edge.

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"You're courting disaster," my wolf rumbled, a low growl emanating from deep within me.

I scoffed, jaw clenching. "No. This is what needs to be done."

"Do you honestly believe this won't have consequences?" he challenged, skepticism lacing his voice. "This goes beyond defying the pack. This is about our mate."

I pressed my lips together, a steely resolve settling in my gaze. Ignoring the churning in my gut, I forced each step forward. Hailey's sweet scent filled the air, a bittersweet reminder of what I was about to relinquish. A low purr resonated in my chest – my wolf, conflicted yet strangely exhilarated by the impending confrontation.

As I emerged from the treeline, Hailey spun around, her sapphire eyes meeting mine. A flicker of recognition warmed her features, but then... it vanished. Replaced by a wave of emotion so raw it sent a jolt through me.

Disgust. Loathing. Pure, unadulterated hatred. My wolf whimpered, a silent plea echoing in the bond we shared.

"Don't," he pleaded, his voice laced with despair.

I cleared my throat, the carefully rehearsed words catching in my throat. "I, James Wellington, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, reject you as..."

The sentence died on my lips. Hailey cut in, her voice laced with icy defiance, "I, Alina Brynn, reject you, James Wellington, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, as my mate."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The air shimmered, a tangible confirmation of the severed bond. A white-hot spike of pain lanced through my chest, stealing my breath. My heart, a reluctant prisoner in my own body, felt like it had been ripped from its very core.

She brushed past me, the scent of lavender and rain lingering in her wake. My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms. A primal howl erupted from within, a shared lament between me and my wolf. My mate. Gone.

Her rejection echoed in the deafening silence.

"Let's see how this plays out," my wolf snarled, his voice dripping with a venomous mix of rage and despair. "This is on you. You broke her heart."