Page 11 of Two Years Gone

“But he’s everywhere!”

My mom bent down in front of me, placing her hands on my knees.

“You knew it would be hard, even after two years. Just take a deep breath and remember that you aren’t mates.”

I took a deep breath, remembering the pain Zane had caused me.

The excruciating pain of the rejection and the months of verbal abuse from pack members afterward. He didn’t have to deal with it, he got to run away for two years.

“Nobody wants me, Mom. I’m nothing. Just a little omega,” I mumbled.

“Ella; you arenotnothing! Who told you that?” Sophie asked sternly.

“Everyone, Mom! You’ve seen how some of these people treat me. My whole life, the pack has shown me my place. It’s why Zane rejected me. I wasn’t good enough.”

I could see the anger flash through my mother’s eyes. She took a deep breath and stroked my hair.

“Sweetheart, you will always be enough for the one who is right for you.”

After a while, I decided to pick myself up and continue my work. The night ended without any more crazy events and I sent my mom home.

“I can close down the kitchen, you go home and rest. I’ll be home soon.” I gave my mom a kiss and sent her off.

I washed and packed up the trays, sorted the leftovers into bins and put them in the fridge, washed the dishes, and straightened up the kitchen.

Finally, I stacked all the boxes in the corner to take down to storage in the morning. I took off my apron and made my way out of the pack house.

As I opened the door and stepped outside, I almost crashed into him again!

“Hello again, Omega.” Zane looked down at me, a smirk on his face.

I was tired and so not in the mood.

“Ihavea name.” I pushed past him and began to walk down the hill.

“Your point is?”

I turned back to him.

“Are you following me?”

“Yes.”

“Well, stop it.”

He grabbed my hand, and I flinched.

“I thought we already went over the way you’re supposed to speak to your alpha.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m exhausted, can we get this over with? Or better yet, just do this tomorrow…”

“Get what over with?” He looked at me confused.

“Zane, you’re obviously here to throw some more insults my way. You already rejected me, just leave me alone,” I groaned.

“Ella”—he looked me straight in the eye—“I’m not here to be cruel.”