Rejection on the Full Moon (Rejection Series) Chapter 67

"So, this is my story about how I went from a beloved daughter to the lowest of the low, then a beloved mother, mate, wife, and Alpha. I know there are a lot more like me out there, wolves who have been rejected for no other reason than being the pack's punching bag, a weakling, or just because their so-called mate felt that they were unworthy. But just know that out there, a wolf is waiting to give you the world.

Don't let rejection bring you down. Instead, use it as an opportunity to leave, learn about yourself, and become the biggest badass 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 and give other rejected wolves hope. I've been trying to get him to share his story, but he keeps avoiding the subject. I understand since the she-wolf who rejected him nearly destroyed our pack back then and that the pain of losing his mother, mate, and nearly his pack had left him a shell of his former self for a long time. But I have a feeling he will share at some point too, telling his own story to help the male wolves who 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, eyes darting everywhere but avoiding my gaze until he finally nods his head.

"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 before grabbing my apron and getting out the baking supplies. 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're going to bake. I smile, watching my three pups help each other measure, mix, and pour the cupcake batter into the trays. Even though it was the worst thing when it happened, the rejection turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.

"Something smells good." Dominic's deep voice is gentle 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, with the cupcakes now baking in the oven.

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.