Chapter 29: Chapter 29
"So this is my story on how I went from a beloved daughter, the lowest of the low, then a beloved mother, mate, wife and Alpha. I know there is a lot more like me out there. Wolves who have been rejected for no other reason than being the packs punching bag, a weakling, or just because their so-called mate felt that they are unworthy. But just know that out there is a wolf waiting to give you the world.
So don't let rejection bring you down. Instead, use it as an opportunity to leave, learn about yourself, and become the biggest bad ass you can be. Take fate into your own hands and make your own dreams come true."
I smile as I finish my blog post on the werewolf network, watching the read count instantly climb. Dominic had convinced me a couple of months ago to share my story as an opportunity to help others. To give other rejected wolves hope. I've been trying to get him to share his story, but he keeps avoiding the subject. I understand as the she-wolf who rejected him nearly destroyed our pack back then, that the pan of losing his mother, mate and nearly his pack had left him a shell for a long time. But I have a feeling he will share it too, his own story helping the males who also get rejected.
"Mom, Brent ate my cupcake."
"No I didn't!"
"You did too, you even ate mine."
I sigh, closing my laptop and getting up to deal with my pups. Sometimes I wonder if they will ever get along as the twins and their younger brother were constantly fighting.
"Brent, did you eat your sisters' treat?" I ask my son as soon as I step into the living room. My son looks at me, is eyes darting everywhere but meeting mine, until he finally nods his head yes.
"What do you say to them?" I prompt, raising an eyebrow and waiting.
"I'm sorry. The cupcakes were yours and I shouldn't have ate them" I smile and ruffle my four-year-old son's hair, grabbing my apron and getting the supplies out. Scratch that, siblings fight, and Zack and I were proof of that. Even now we get into arguments but having him in Blood Moon and being able to bond again has been the best thing for us.
My pups instantly start helping with bringing out things like eggs, flour, and milk, already knowing we are going to bake. I smile, watching my three pups help each other measure, mix, and pour the cupcake batter into the trays. The rejection, even though it was the worst thing at the time when it happened, turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.
"Something smells good." Dominic's deep voice whispers from behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me into his sturdy body.
"The kids and I are making cupcakes. We can decorate them after dinner." I smile, leaning against my mate and watching my children clean up their mess, cupcakes now in the oven baking. My life is complete, and I wouldn't change anything. If someone asked me if I had a chance to go back in time and stop the rejection on the full moon, would I? The answer will always be no. I wouldn't change anything if it means being with Dominic for the rest of our lives.