Rejection on the Full Moon (Rejection Series) Chapter 11

Wakey, wakey, Amber, and happy birthday, sweetie...

The voice floats through the air as a remnant from my dream, and a soft smile graces my lips. The light from my window illuminates the picture of my parents on my desk, and I am reminded of my dream last night. In it, they were beside me as I blew out the candles of my cake, wishing me a wonderful birthday. I haven't dreamt of them like that in years, and a small sadness settles in. But today is Monday. It also meant today is my birthday and that I'm now considered an adult. I could finally live my life my way without the worry of Mia and Zack trying to control me. Today will be a good day, and to top it all off, there will be a full moon tonight.

The shrill of the stupid alarm rings, making me groan. I forgot that Monday also meant school. With a sigh, I sit up and fumble with the alarm clock. All I know is that when I graduate, the first thing I'm doing is smashing this thing with a sledgehammer, so it doesn't cause me any more grief in the morning.

Finally, turning off the annoying gadget, I fling back the covers and head towards my bathroom for a long shower. I lean my head against the tiled wall as the warm water cascades down my body. It felt like a normal day today. No magical smell had me hunting down to find who the owner is. No enhancement to my body as an adult werewolf. I just felt normal. With a sigh, I finish washing and turn off the water to continue my morning. I had school to attend to, but today I felt like dressing up. I was eighteen, after all, and I had a feeling I could run into my mate at any time.

With renewed vigour, I quickly towel-dry off and start styling my hair. I kept the usual messy bun, but only half of my hair was tied up. The other half of my fiery red hair flowed down my body in loose curls. I look at the outfit I set out last night and smile at the figure-skating high-low off-the-shoulder dress in navy blue with the white cropped jean jacket vest and black wedges. It's something a little girly and a little edgy that matched my personality well. I couldn't help but twirl around a bit in the almost empty room before sitting at my vanity to put on the little bit of makeup I owned and the only set of jewellery I owned—my mother's white gold necklace and matching hoop earrings.

I kiss the frame that holds my parents' picture smiling at me, taking one last look at my empty room.

"Wish me luck, mom and dad. Maybe I'll find my mate today." I whisper before grabbing my school bag and making my way down the stairs. Many pack members stop to wish me happy birthday or ask about my plans for moving out. Only a few sneer at me and ignore my presence.

"Morning, Blue." I sing out as I enter the kitchen, Marie handing me a plateful of food as I settle in beside the Alpha.

"Morning Am, happy birthday." He calls back, wrapping me in a one-armed hug as he pushes a cup full of orange juice towards me.

"How does it feel being eighteen?" Marie asks with a smile as she puts a lunch box beside my bag for me to take.

"Honestly, everything feels the same. Nothing is unusual so far, and everything's the usual routine before school." I answer with a shrug as I shovel a big forkful of bacon and eggs into my mouth. I pause as a breeze floats through the window, and I catch a hint of something in the air. Something that I could get addicted to. My attention is snapped back as an envelope is slid towards me, and the scent disappears. With suspicion in my eyes, I stare at the envelope that sits beside my orange juice.

"It's your birthday gift, not a bomb." Blue chuckles out as he sips his coffee, Marie giving me a look with a knowing smile. I could not help but laugh at my behaviour as I open the envelope and taking the card out. It was unlike me to space out like that. I smiled at the check and frowned. It was five-hundred thousand dollars, not the three we planned, and another hundred in cash.

"Six-hundred thousand?" I question, my eyes wide in shock as I look to Blue. Sometimes I question what he is thinking with how he could spend money on everyone in the pack only to remember that he owns multiple businesses outside of the pack funds.

"That's from Marie and me." Blue answers with a smile as Marie walks to a cupboard, taking out something large and wooden. My eyes widen again as she places an ancient oak box in front of my now empty plate before leaning back. I could see the connection between the two wolves and could not help but grin. It was about time they paired up after both being mate-less for years.

"This is from your parents. You're eighteen now." She says with a soft smile as I look down once again at the box. I was scared to open it, but I couldn't help lifting the lid with trembling fingers. Inside is a beautiful diamond and white gold locket in the shape of a pawprint, the diamond the shape of a wolf. Next to it is a pair of stud earrings also in the shape of a wolf as well as a card that looked a little old from the years of being kept away for so long.

Our dear Amberle,

In case anything happens to us, Blue offered to take care of you and promised that he would hand you this gift on your eighteenth birthday. It must be so hard without us there, but know that no matter what, we are proud of the woman you have become. Baby girl, you are strong and brave and meant for so much more, and we knew that when you first shifted that you would be a powerful wolf and a force to be reckoned with.

Blue has also set aside the money meant for you to inherit in case of our passing, as well as bonds and stock shares that we were growing in hopes that neither you nor your siblings are left without a way to provide for your future. Whether you decide to go to college or build your own business, know that we are happy for you in building a strong future, our dear little spitfire.

We know that not having us around hurts, but know that we will always be with you. It's why we had the locket made especially for you, as it holds a picture of the three of us the day you were born, as well as the last picture we took on your birthday.

Always know that we loved you no matter what and to keep your head held high.

Love Mom and Dad.

P.S.: Dad is leaving you his cherished Mustang. Goddess only knows how much he loves that stupid car. – Mom