Rejected His Miracle Luna (Dorothy and Ignatius)

Chapter 14

-Dorothy-

I was overcome with desire, animalistic in my movements. Ignatius was all that I could see, all that I

could taste. At that moment, I wanted him to consume me entirely, mark me and make me his own.

His hands running over my exposed skin left trails of fire behind them. I moaned. loudly as he ran a

finger over the increasing wetness of my underwear. My hips rolled. upwards to meet him, my b*dy

begged for him to take things further, begged for more.

Ignatius obliged, sliding two fingers deep inside of me as I cried out, catching my exclamation with a

deep k*ss and gliding his tongue along my own. He moved slowly at first as my jaw pushed out and my

lips parted in pleasure.

I moved my hips to his rhythm, clinging to his shirt and relishing his tongue lapping at my neck and

chest. I murmured his name, toes curling and heart pounding in my chest. like it wished to escape.

Ignatius pumped his digits faster, building me to a climax. I felt my walls clench around him as an org

asm approached. I was intoxicated with his scent, lost in the pleasure of the

present.

“I take it this is a bad time?”

Both Ignatius and I were snapped from our delirium at a voice in the doorway. Ignatius heaved himself

off of me and I sat up, taking a moment before realizing my chest was bare and quickly pulling the

sheets up to cover myself.

Johan stood at the door. His face was contorted into a strange expression like he was in agony but

determined not to show it.

“Johan,” I stuttered, looking from him to Ignatius and back again, “I was – we were just….”

Johan shook his head with fatigue. “It’s okay, I understand. Do you think we could talk?” He looked

over at Ignatius who had shoved his hands now covered in my juices – into his pockets. “In private,”

Johan added.

As I emerged from my dizzying haze, it dawned on me. He had come to break the bond. I hushed

Ignatius who began to protest and beckoned for Johan to enter. There was no better time than the

present.

“Of course,” I said before looking down at my exposed chest. “Um, Ignatius, did you manage to fetch

me some new clothes?”

Ignatius headed to his car to fetch the backpack Anita had packed for me, leaving me to

face Johan alone, after much convincing on my part.

We gazed at each other in silence from across the room until Ignatius returned and I slipped on an

oversized t-shirt from my bag. With one last worrying glance at me and a warning glare at Johan,

Ignatius left us to talk.

Johan walked closer and sat down on the fa rt hest corner of the bed, he looked away from me, his jaw

slack and his eyes vacant. I wanted to reach for him, but this broken. boy before me my true mate – felt

like a stranger.

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“I think I’m ready now,” he said softly, still looking away from me, “I think we have to

I looked down at my hands, my gray nail polish was cracked and chipping, my fingers. shaking ever so

slightly, “Yeah. Yeah, we do.”

Johan nodded like he was reassuring himself and then turned to look at me. I

tentatively took his hand in mine, holding his gaze. My eyes pri cked with tears as I prepared myself.

Johan took a deep breath. “Dorothy, you know, if your wolf isn’t strong enough… this. could kill you.”

I held his gaze. It hadn’t occurred to me until now that my wolf may not be strong enough to bear the

burden of a rejection.

He was right, of course, but there was no turning back now, “It could kill you too. But we need to do it.”

I moved closer to him as he tried to look away and placed a gentle hand on his warm, soft cheek.

He really did have the most beautiful eyes. “It’s a brave thing you’re doing Johan, I can respect your

dedication to your partner. No matter what happens afterward, I’ll never hold this against you.”

His eyes watered and we embraced, clinging to each other like we would never let go.

Looking over my shoulder, still clutching me tightly, Johan began the severance; “I Johan,” his lips were

right by my ear, his hot breath sweeping over my neck, “reject you, Dorothy, as my mate.”

His shoulders shook as he said it and an unbearable melancholy rocked through my b*dy. My tears ran

freely as I clung to him, I inhaled deeply before saying the words, “I Dorothy, accept your rejection.”

It was like something inside of me snapped. I knew Johan felt it too. Something in our

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chests shattered simultaneously and I clung to him so intently that my nails drew beads. of blood in his

skin.

I couldn’t help but wail out loud, my inner-wolf howling in despair. It was a sta ggering. powerful cry of

remorse, and Johan haunched over me, his shoulders still shaking as he pressed me to his chest. We

stayed that way for a long time, crying and sobbing until all of our tears had run dry.

Eventually, Johan slumped against me, his weight almost crushing me. I ran my fingers. through his

silky golden hair and placed a soft k*ss on his forehead. I was exhausted by it all, drained of my energy

and my own life force.

I slowly guided Johan down onto the bed. He allowed me to handle him with no resistance, his head on

my chest as my heart pounded like it would burst. We lay there on the bed in quiet melancholy with our

bodies tangled together, bent and twisted like puzzle pieces that just couldn’t fit..

-Ignatius-

I felt the severance as it happened, Dorothy’s pain so uncomfortably present in my head. The intensity

of it all rocked me to my core and I gasped in pain, leaning against the vending machine by the clinic’s

front desk.

I had felt it before, this overwhelming grief, only this time it wasn’t mine. It was hers. I wanted to run

back to Dorothy immediately. I wanted to take her in my arms and ease the burden of her pain.

But I knew there was nothing I could do to ease this sadness, it was a pain she would eventually learn

to bear on her own. My heart ached for the both of them – Dorothy and Johan, my closest friend.

I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the vending machine, ignoring the odd stares from

nurses and patients passing by. At least it would be over now, and Dorothy would be okay.

She had to be. I puzzled over my own feelings for what felt like an eternity. I wondered at the apparent

mind-link between Dorothy and me. I had felt her in my head earlier, calling to me. I had no idea

whether or not it went both ways –

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I was startled to hear Dorothy’s voice in my head and froze on the spot.

My eyes remained fixed on the cheap chocolate bars inside the vending machine in front of me.

“Dorothy?”

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“Yeah, sorry for listening without permission.”

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I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index finger, “Are you

alright?” I asked her men tally, “How long have you been able to hear

me?”

‘Since right after Johan and I severed the bond,” she responded numbly, “It’s done

now.”

She sounded so tired. I could feel her fatigue like my own shoulders were heavy.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

It was quiet for a moment before I heard her voice say, “Tea would be nice.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“That can be arranged.”

It was only later, as I stood brewing tea in the clinic kitchen along with the help of a nurse that I realized

something. Something I hadn’t managed to quite pin down until just then. I had closed my mind off from

Dorothy for a moment to organize my thoughts.

I didn’t want her to hear the mess I was struggling to make sense of. It was only while I was staring

down at the swirling tea leaves, turning the scalding water a deep red, that I finally understood it.

It was Dorothy herself. In a matter of days, both I and my wolf had fallen completely, truly, and

irrevocably in love with her.