4 Rejection

A/N: Just like i've stated, before these chapters are not edited with that being said if you wish to comment in the paragraphs if there is something that needs to be fixed feel free to!

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KOL'S POV

Her violet eyes swam through my mind day in and day out. I'm so restless, I see her everywhere I go! Ever since my birthday, two years ago, I could tell she was my Mate. It was the worst birthday in the history or birthdays and whatever could go wrong did.

But how could someone like me, the one that was going to take over the coven after dad finally retires, be mated to a weakling like her?

Her family is supposed to be a huge deal in the occult world, but with her eldest brother always away at sea looking for…. Something.

Her nut case of a mother always ranting and raving, about prophecies and crystal skulls and the one to die but not die will be the death of us all!

The worst of them still her father, it is rumored that he disappeared at the very sight of her birth. Everyone saying that he took off because it was my soulmate was the offspring of demons.

I just can't fathom how someone so weak, and fragile, could be My Mate! Sure she had been cute once upon a time, but her appearance had declined since.

'But she's still the same Cassandra.' My mind hounds me.

Goddess, you've got a sick twisted sense of humor. I cast my thoughts to the sky hoping she couldn't hear me. Besides, how could I protect her from HIM when I can't even protect myself?

I mindlessly rub at the fresh bruises that were all over my stomach from this morning. Wincing from the pain.

Her intoxicating scent of cinnamon and orange catches me by surprise as it blows in on the wind. My toes buried in the hot sun, on this middle of August day, my hand slides through my light brown hair, a nervous habit of mine; and feel the loose strands give way to the follicle.

'That damned golden thread that is just itching for me to follow it back to claim her as mine right in front of me.'

I hold the strands up to the light of the rising sun, seeing the tinge of red at the ends right before I watch them smolder, as I hold them closer to my other outstretched hand. In an instant, flame licked my palm, engulfing the strands.

'How could anyone try to control fire? Fire is alive and it'll suffocate anyone and anything that gets too close. Just like myself,' I sigh.

Cassandra Blake and I had been childhood friends.

Being that we were similar in age, yet I had her beat by two years, we were practically inseparable. We'd been through so much over the past years, and whenever the sickly oddball would have a panic attack or worse, stopped breathing all together, the sight of her being in distress always pulled at my heart strings and I wouldn't leave her side till she felt better, and her breathing back to normal.

'But your still safer than if you were to be mine.'

I thought it was just a strong friendship, but oh. how I was wrong.

The first time I realized she was having a premonition was when she was 10; that day she was nonstop chatting my ear off, until I glance at her since I could finally hear my own thoughts. Her pale face illuminated in the luminescent moon light; her wavy dirty blonde hair seemed to glow the different hues of blue, which caste a supernatural glow over her features.

The mere thought of her made my heartbeat erratically.

She was frozen.

All the body heat felt like it had drained from her small frame, her gaze in a faraway place, her breathing in distress, raspy and quick, as if she couldn't get enough oxygen. Her small fragile frame convulsed in a never-ending coughing fit, so hard I could see the blood that pooled in the palm of her hand.

Finally, when she came back to me, her screams were bone chilling, and with tears that flooded her perfect violet gaze, "John..... please don't go! You can't leave.... me!"

My eyes focus on the way the red, orange, and yellow flame that danced on the palm of my hand. The exact spot I saw her blood pool.

My thoughts return to the present. 'Tomorrow she will find out that were destined to be together.'

'That we're "mates", but I'm not ready to see those violet eyes drowning in tears.' The cowardly thoughts on my tongue.

'I'm sorry Cassandra Blake. I reject you as my Mate.' Unshed tears burn my eyes, and a wave of pain coursed through from my veins.