To get rid of him

"You're kidding me! Lucien Reynolds.. The Lucien Reynolds claims you're his mate! Girl, you're beyond blessed!" Irene just can't stop squealing with happiness.

 "Irene," I drawl, "Are you forgetting that I'm a feary?"

 She scoffs, "Oh come on, this isn't the first time it's happening, I guess the moon goddess just wants to have some fun," She giggles behind her hands.

 I narrow my eyes at her words. Not the first time it's happening?

 "What do you mean it's not the first time this is happening?" I sit properly on her bed.

 She rolls her eyes, rolling over to my side on her bed, "How does it sound?"

 I hold my chest, staring deep into her, maybe through her though.

"Irene I.."

"There is nothing to worry about. This isn't the first time it's happening, only that those very traditional parents of ours wouldn't even think of us looking each other in the eye."

 I rub my chin, "What exactly happened that caused all this hatred between them?" I mutter.

 Irene just sighs, "I.. don't know."

 I finally get off the bed, "That doesn't matter anymore, Irene, I'm just realizing that I don't want to be his mate."

 She looks as me as if I'm mad, her eyes almost bulging out of her eyes, "Are you serious? Girl you don't even know how blessed you are!" She gasps loudly.

"You're only saying that because you're a werewolf, Irene, I'm not one, and I don't care."

Irene now sits on the bed staring at me, "Is something wrong Lyanna? What happened?"

 I look away, unable to look her in the eyes, "He hates me."

 "Wait.. what? Why?"

"He's among the many who hold onto to that hatred, plus I might have been the reason he's an outcast," I play with my fingers, turning around to face her.

 Irene sighs deeply, her hands on her waist, "Oh Lyanna," she says, walking up to me.

 "What? Don't pity me," I scrunch up my nose, "it's not as if I like him either," I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest, "I'm still wondering why he doesn't want to reject me."

 "Because somewhere in him loves you dummy!" She playfully smacks my hand.

 I shake my head, my heart skipping a beat, "Stop that Irene. There's no need to romanticize the situation. He hates me, I hate him. We're even," a small smirk appear at the corner of my lips.

 Irene pauses, then gives me a knowing smile, "Are you sure nothing transpired between both of you in his office?"

 My eyes widen as I think of what she might be hinting at. While narrating what Lucien had said to me, I deliberately excluded the part when he kneaded my ass like dough!

 "Uhm," I dart my eyes, feeling this sense of awkwardness creep into my chest.

"No."

"Lyanna. You're not so good at lyinggg," she drawls, nudging at my elbow.

I step away from her, "Stop it Irene," I grit my teeth, sounding a bit irritated.

 "I know something more than that happened. I mean, he's your freaking mate!" She throws her hands in the air.

 Gosh, werewolves are just– unexplainable.

 "Irene, nothing happened again. I just want him to reject me that's all. What's the point of being his mate if he hates me more than his life?" I cough slightly.

 She blinks at me, a disapproving expression on her face, "Geez Lyanna, I already told you. We're all outcasts here, there's no need of..."

 "He hates me already, Irene!" I snap, "Don't you see that side of the story?"

 She flinches at my outburst, her eyes flashing hurt in them, "Sorry, I was trying to make you see it from a different perspective."

 Her words make me realize how harsh I just sounded. She hasn't done anything wrong, except being an excellent friend right now.

 My shoulders droop as I hold her hand in mine.

 "I appreciate your kindness Irene, but I just don't think anything good will come out from both of us being mates. That brat literally told me he's going to ruin me in the best way!"

 She twists her lips, dropping her gaze, "I'd do anything for him to ruin me in the worst ways possible," I hear her mutter.

 Oh my freaking goodness!

"Irene," I scowl at her.

"Oh sorry, sorry," she giggles.

"Please help me," I squeeze her hand lightly, "You know something. There must be a way for us to break up."

 She heaves, "Alright. You can reject him too."

My heart leaps in excitement, "Really? How? What do I have to do?!" It's now my turn to squeal in her ears.

 She rolls her eyes, "Just call his full name, and say I, your full name also, reject you as my mate."

I give her a quizzical look, "What?"

"I don't think this is a good idea, Lyanna– Lucien..." She tries to protest.

"Tell me how to go about it. I don't fucking care."

She grumbles, then continues, "Like this, Lucien Reynolds, I Lyanna Sanders, reject you as my fated mate."

"I Lyanna Sanders reject you as my fated mate. That's it?" I narrow my eyes, "No rituals attached?"

"No rituals attached," she shrugs.

That's suspiciously weird.

"Oh, that's... so simple."

"Unless you don't want to reject him, and keep being his mate which I most definitely advise is the best for you."

I shake my head, "You don't know what he said to me Irene. There's no way I'm being the mate of that psycho, maybe after I reject him, you can have him."

Irene grimaces at me, "Gosh, I'm not such a pathetic girl. Ain't no way I'd throw myself at your former mate. He's handsome and all, yes, but that's a no no."

I blink my eyes at her, "Oh well. Do as you please then."

She moves away from me, "We should go shopping later in the evening. Let me go take my bath," she gleefully skips to the bathroom, "I'll come over to call you when I'm ready!" She winks at me before going in.

I stand there, the thought of rejecting Lucien still racing in my head. This is going to be the end. Once I reject him, it's over.