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Chapter I Chapter I Worst Birthday Ever As soon as I step into the kitchen, a chorus of "Happy birthday!!!" fills the air. Nicolette, beaming with joy, carries a stack of pancakes dripping with maple syrup to the breakfast table. A single candle flickers on top of it. Milo, already seated at the table, smiles wide. Suddenly, my sister bounds down the stairs behind me, yelling, "Hyaaaahhhh!!!" I quickly blow out the candle before she even reaches the bottom step. "Naomi! Damn it!!!" she exclaims in frustration. "Caroline Harmony Ramirez! Language!" Nicolette admonishes her. I flash my sister a victorious grin, then turn back to Mom and Dad, giving them an angelic, innocent smile. Caroline, my two-years-younger sister, takes her seat beside me at the breakfast table, scowling. We look almost identical, often mistaken for twins. From our light hazel eyes to our red hair, the only noticeable difference is that Caroline's face is slightly rounder than mine, and her hair is more of a strawberry blond while mine is a darker auburn shade. I'm also slightly taller, standing at 5'11" compared to Caroline's 5'9". "Happy Birthday, by the way," Caroline says, sharing my stack of pancakes. Nicolette gave me too many. "Excited about going to school on my birthday?" I reply, not willing to admit my true excitement. "No, silly! About possibly meeting your mate today!" Caroline replies, looking at me as if I've lost my mind. "I don't know... I'd be more excited if I didn't have to spend the whole day at school on my birthday," I say, hiding my true anticipation. Yes, we're an average werewolf family, and as werewolves, we have the gift of sensing our mate as soon as we turn eighteen. That means sometime during lunch today, if my mate is already eighteen and living nearby, I might finally meet him. "I had to go to school on my birthday too," Caroline reminds me. "I can't wait to turn 18 so I can meet my mate already." She sighs. "Oh, I bet he's so hot. Hotter than your mate. The hottest guy in the whole pack." "My baby girl might be meeting her mate today!" Mom exclaims, returning from the living room where she hid my birthday gift. Placing it on the table, she asks, "You're excited, right?" I know I'll be asked this question repeatedly today. "No, she's not. She's not letting any boys near her until she's at least 40," Dad announces. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I unwrap my gift. I already knew what was inside. A new airbrush paint set and mediums, something I've been hinting at for months. "Thanks, Mom, Dad! I can't wait to try it out," I say, giving them both a hug. The truth is, I'm incredibly excited about meeting my mate. My wolf, Ezra, has been restless and excited all night. My own excitement grows as Ezra becomes more animated. That's why I dressed up today, although it's really just my usual jeans and t-shirt. Nothing special, but yes, I am eager to possibly meet my mate. Of course, I would never admit that to my parents. Goddess, no! It would be too embarrassing. Caroline and I walk to school, a pleasant 15-minute stroll. The weather is mild, and I always enjoy this short journey. Upon arriving at school, Caroline heads off to join her friends, while I head inside to meet mine. Zephyra, Serenity, and Thomas are gathered by our lockers, as usual. Serenity and Thomas are mates, while Zephyra hasn't turned eighteen yet and hasn't found her mate. "Happy birthday, girl!" Zephyra exclaims as soon as she spots me, drawing the attention of other students in the hallway. She pulls me into a hug, followed by Serenity and Thomas. "You'll have to wait until after school for your gift," Serenity says excitedly. "You're turning 18! Finally. Are you excited?" Zephyra asks. "I don't know. I think I'm a bit nervous," I admit. "Yeah, I'd probably be nervous too, meeting our mates for the first time...but it's exciting too!" Zephyra shrieks, clapping her hands. "Don't be nervous, Naomi. It'll be okay," Serenity soothes. "It's better than okay. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me," Thomas adds, wrapping his arms around Serenity. "Awww...isn't he sweet?" coos Serenity, gazing up at Thomas. "Anyway, we'll see you losers at lunch!" she says as Thomas pulls her away. "Later, bish!" says Zephyra. I give them a small wave before I start rummaging through my locker for my books. "Boy, I wish we could mate with one of those hotties," Zephyra suddenly whispers dreamily, staring over my shoulder. I turn around to see three male lycans walking down the hallway. Towering at about 6'5" or more, they exude power and strength. You see, lycans are different from regular werewolves like us. They are believed to be direct descendants of the moon goddess, treated as nobility in the werewolf world. In fact, our king is a lycan. Besides, lycans are even bigger, faster, fiercer, smarter, and stronger than any werewolf, including alphas. Third, they are also incredibly attractive in their human form. Regular werewolves are considered more attractive than most humans, but lycans are on a whole other level of god-like attractiveness.
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Fourthly, they have the freedom to roam without being part of a pack, unlike us regular werewolves who rely on the support and structure of our pack. They are considered independent rather than rogues. And fifthly, their mates are not chosen for them by the moon goddess like ours. Lycans have the privilege of selecting their own mates, whether they be lycans themselves, regular werewolves, or even humans they are attracted to. Their bond is akin to that of a werewolf's mate bond, and in some cases, it can be even stronger if the attraction is mutual from the start. I once heard a tale of a lycan who took a she-wolf who was already mated, leaving her broken-hearted since no one could intervene. In our school, which boasts over six hundred students, there are only three male and two female lycans. Humans make up a mere 10 percent of the student body. Interestingly, all the teachers and administration are werewolves as well. Lazarus, Caspian, and Constantine, the three lycans, are making their way towards us. Sapphira and Isabella, the female lycans, are currently absent. It's been a few days since I last saw them, and I must admit, they are absolutely stunning. I believe Sapphira is mated to Lazarus, while Isabella may or may not be mated to Caspian. Rumors circulate that these three boys have close ties to our ruling king, but nothing has been confirmed. We don't know much else about the lycans in our school, not even their surnames. They keep to themselves and pay no mind to us mere werewolves and humans. This air of mystery only adds to their allure, making them even more captivating to the female population here. Indeed, those three Adonis-like lycans are drop-dead gorgeous. They leave us breathless and weak at the knees. If I don't stop myself from drooling over them, I'll surely make a fool of myself, just like Zephyra and the other unmated she-wolves around us. I quickly turn back to my locker, retrieving the books I need. As an Omega, I know a lycan would never be interested in someone like me. Lycans are drawn to strength, intelligence, and beauty. Besides, today might be the day I finally meet my mate. Excitement flutters in my stomach at the thought. My wolf, Ezra, shares in this anticipation. We've been waiting for this moment for years. Grabbing Zephyra's hand, I pull her along as we rush to our class before the bell rings. We both have English literature together. "I can't wait to be done with this place. Thank goodness we only have a few months left of school," I confide in Zephyra. She responds, "Oh, I don't know... I don't mind school. There are plenty of attractive guys around, like those lycans." She lowers her voice and adds, "Or even those boys... too bad they're such jerks and womanizers." We pass by the popular group, and Zephyra whispers this into my ear. Brennan Bennett, our future Alpha, is currently engaged in a passionate kiss with Lily Brown, the head cheerleader. They may be together, but it's no secret that they both see other people on the side. Keith Walker, the future Delta, has his arms around Elle Johnson and Marie Jacobs while engaged in conversation with Josiah Moore, the future Beta. Josiah, unlike the other two, doesn't seem like a player. He has been friendly towards me in the past, and he appears genuinely nice. "I wonder if he's on a quest for hidden treasure down her esophagus," I whisper back, causing Zephyra to burst into laughter. Josiah turns to glance at us, his eyes then shifting to me with an amused expression. I think I see his lips twitch, as if he's trying to suppress a laugh. Oh, dear! He must have overheard me. Hastily, I push Zephyra into our English literature class, my face burning with embarrassment. Yes, I do find those boys attractive. However, there is no way I would ever admit it to anyone. Brennan and Keith share this class with Zephyra and me. They enter the classroom ten minutes after the teacher has begun her lesson. Not that she would say anything. Brennan takes a seat in front of me, and my wolf stirs within me. I find myself gazing at the back of his golden head for a moment. Brennan stands at around 6'2", possessing a well-muscled physique. His high cheekbones and sharp features resemble those of a model. His bright blue eyes and golden blond hair are truly captivating. And when he smiles... wow. His straight, white teeth and adorable dimples are simply irresistible. Well, maybe I have a slight crush on him. Just a little bit. I believe many of the girls here feel the same. The rest of the classes pass by uneventfully and rather mundanely. The only subject I look forward to is art. Did I mention that my mother is an artist? Ursula Ramirez is quite renowned, and every werewolf household here proudly displays one or two of her prints or original works. My dream is to attend an art school and become as skilled as her. During lunchtime, we are seated at our usual table when a tantalizing scent fills the air. It's indescribable, yet undeniably captivating. My wolf, Ezra, fights to be released and take control. I realize that it must be my mating time. Unable to resist, I stand up and follow my nose, determined to locate the source of this alluring aroma. Despite my friends calling my name, I can't seem to focus on anything else but that scent. My nose guides me to the table of the popular group. Oh no, I can't stop myself from moving forward. Ezra has taken over. Conversations come to a halt, and all eyes are on me. Brennan Bennett? He's my mate? No, no, no! His beautiful blue eyes widen as he looks up at me. There's a softness in his gaze as it roams across my face. For a brief moment, I catch a glimpse of lust and hunger flickering in his eyes as they travel up and down my body. But then he quickly averts his gaze, his breathing ragged. My wolf howls with joy, and my instinct urges me to jump on him and claim him as mine. "Follow me," he gruffly commands, swiftly making his way out of the cafeteria through the back door. I obediently trail behind him, crossing the lawn until we reach an oak tree. Its branches provide us with a semblance of privacy from prying eyes. "What's your name?" he finally asks, his eyes not meeting mine. I can't tear my gaze away from his perfect face. The sun's rays catch his golden hair, creating a halo of light. Shadows dance across his sharp features.
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"Naomi... Naomi Ramirez," I finally respond, my voice trembling. "Ramirez? You're an Omega, aren't you?" he says, his tone filled with disdain. "I can't have an Omega as my mate. My pack needs a stronger Luna, not someone weak like you. Besides, I love someone else. Lily makes a better Luna than you ever could." Each word cuts through me like a blade, causing my heart to race and my breaths to become shallow. Something is happening to me, something I can't quite comprehend. All I know is that my heart is shattering into pieces. "I, Brennan Bennett, future Alpha of the Shadow Geirolf pack, reject you, Naomi Ramirez, as my mate and future luna of my pack," he declares coldly, avoiding eye contact. My wolf cries out in pain, unable to understand why our mate would hurt us like this. "Hey baby, what's going on?" Lily interjects, wrapping her arms possessively around Brennan. Where did she come from? "Nothing to worry about, sweetheart," he responds, his voice filled with false reassurance. Lily looks at me with disdain, then forcefully claims Brennan with a passionate kiss. He wraps his arm around her waist, and together they turn and leave. I watch as she whispers something in his ear, their laughter echoing in my ears. As I collapse to the ground, clutching my chest, the pain intensifies. It feels as though Brennan has plunged a knife deep into my chest, twisting it mercilessly. With every twist, the knife carves a bloody, grotesque wound in my heart. Ezra, my wolf, curls up beside me, sharing in the agony before falling silent. *** Now, I find myself lying on my bed, the events that followed my fall a blur. Zephyra, Serenity, and Thomas, my friends, rushed to my side, their worried voices calling out my name. They asked me what was wrong, and Thomas carried me to his car. After that, my memory fails me. It seems they brought me back home. "Talk to me, honey. Tell me what happened," my mom says gently, her hand brushing my forehead. "He rejected me, mom. My mate rejected me," I manage to say through tear-filled eyes. It still feels surreal, as if this is all just a terrible nightmare. A myriad of emotions flicker across my mom's face - disbelief, anger, pain, sadness... The pain surges back, causing me to twist in bed. Mom envelops me in her arms, trying to provide comfort, but even her loving embrace can't ease the anguish. "It hurts so bad. Make it stop...make it stop. Nicolette, please make it go away," I plead, sobbing and clawing at my chest. The pain is unbearable, and the thought of death becomes tempting. "My baby. My poor baby girl," my mom cries, tears streaming down her face as she holds me close, hoping to alleviate my suffering. After what feels like an eternity, I eventually calm down, or perhaps I'm simply too exhausted to shed any more tears. Only the gentle rise and fall of my chest indicates that I'm still alive. Sleep eludes me, and in the darkness of the night, tears silently trickle down my face. Ezra, my wolf, remains silent, but I can sense her crushing pain alongside my own. Since I was four years old, I had eagerly anticipated meeting my mate. Nicolette, my mentor, had painted it as the most extraordinary experience for a werewolf. I had yearned for someone who would love me, protect me, and stand by my side unconditionally. All werewolves long for the day they meet their mates, and it is rare for a rejection to occur. Yet, it has happened to me. What is wrong with me? We all know that we only get one chance at having a mate. But now, what lies ahead? Will I ever be loved and have a family? Will Ezra, my wolf, ever recover from this pain? A werewolf without their wolf is nothing more than an empty shell. Most would eventually wither away or lose their sanity after losing their mates. Now, I understand the excruciating agony, and we haven't even officially joined yet. Will I succumb to death or madness? I pray that Ezra possesses the strength to endure. How could the moon goddess subject me to this torment? What have I done to deserve such suffering? I never asked for an Alpha. She could have matched me with another lowly Omega, and I would have been content. As long as I am loved, I would be happy. How did this day take such a devastating turn? This is undoubtedly the worst birthday I have ever experienced.
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Chapter II Chapter II How Do I Reject Thee? From that first day forward, I vowed to never shed another tear in front of my parents. Nicolette, my dad, and even Caroline, all looked devastated when they saw me in pain. My dad, in particular, was furious when he first learned about it. It was the angriest I had ever seen him. Usually, he's laid-back and easygoing, but that day I realized just how terrifying he could be when enraged. Nicolette had to step in and calm him down, preventing him from storming into the pack house. Now, I reserve my tears for the solitude of the shower. I make sure to stifle my sobs with my hands, letting the water drown out any sound. That second night, the pain was so intense that I found myself biting into my pillow to muffle the sound of my screams. It lasted nearly an hour. In that moment, I knew exactly what my mate was doing. Some call it a gift, but I see it as a curse. After that initial meeting, you can feel it when your mate betrays you. The pain is excruciating. And while he's off enjoying himself with some other female, likely Lily, I'm left here feeling the agony. How is that fair? My wolf, Ezra, howled with a mix of pain, sadness, and rage. At least I can feel her anger now; it's better than her silence. She's still by my side, and for that, I'm grateful. She hasn't abandoned me yet. Zephyra, Serenity, and Thomas, my closest friends, now know the whole story and they are seething with anger. Thomas, in particular, was ready to explode with rage. Serenity had to do her best to calm him down before he did something drastic. They visit me almost every day after school to lift my spirits. I don't know what I would do without their unwavering loyalty. I never realized being an Omega could be this terrible. My parents taught me that everyone is equal, even humans should be treated with respect. But it seems not everyone shares that belief. Now, I'm acutely aware of my status as an Omega. My father was actually in line to become an Alpha in his old pack. I think my parents are secretly hippies at heart. Dad is too carefree to be an Alpha, much to my grandpa's never-ending disappointment. Instead, my uncle Ashton took over, while my dad followed my mom to this pack. His old pack, the Canis Gunnolf Pack, is one of the strongest in the world. We've never discussed this with anyone else. The only people who know about my dad's potential alpha status in the Canis Gunnolf Pack are Alpha Bennett (Brennan's dad) and his beta. I believe Alpha Bennett was worried that my dad would challenge him for the title of Alpha when he first requested to join this pack. After all, my dad is a formidable man. As a result, Alpha Bennett assigned him the role of an Omega, which my dad didn't mind in the slightest. Today is Friday, the third day since it happened, and I've decided that I've wasted enough time. No more mourning over that useless jerk of an ex-mate. My wolf, Ezra, hasn't abandoned me. I can survive without a mate. I am determined to prove that. However, I'm not ready to face him and Lily at school yet. I can't bear to see them happily together, laughing and sharing intimate moments. But I will show him that I am strong, that he doesn't have the power to break me. Instead, I head to our Art Supply Store—Ramirez's Kraft & Art Supply Store. The bold colorful letters above the entrance proudly declare our ownership. We are the only art supply store in town, and sometimes Nicolette even offers painting lessons. "Hey, baby girl!" my dad exclaims, surprise and happiness evident in his voice as he sees me there. "Just the person I wanted to see. I have good news for you." He arranges the pastel boxes on the shelf with enthusiasm. "You sold your very first painting this morning." "Really? Which one?" I ask, a glimmer of hope returning to my eyes. "The rundown hut by the lake in oil," he replies, moving behind the counter. "Here you go, honey." He hands me the money, pride shining in his eyes. Five hundred dollars. It wasn't even a large painting. "You're a wealthy woman now. What are you going to do with all that money?" he teases. "Wow! I don't know, dad. So many possibilities. Maybe I'll buy myself a Porsche, get a fancy condo, and ditch you guys," I joke. "Smart-aleck," Milo laughs, ruffling my hair. I can tell he's relieved to see me breaking free from my self-imposed imprisonment and sounding more like my old self again. My phone beeps, indicating an incoming text message. Queen Zephyra: Whatcha doing? Is daytime TV any good? Me: Nope. I'm at the art store. What about you? Is Chem any good? Queen Zephyra: Ha Ha Ha....bored. Kill me now. Me: Ha Ha...I sold my painting today. $500 Woo hoo! Queen Zephyra: COOL! Be my sugar momma, you rich woman you! We're going shopping after school. Pizza & ice cream on you. Me: NOOOOOO!!! Queen Zephyra: YESSSS!!! I'll let Serenity know. Gotta go. See ya! Love ya! I know that my friends would drag me to the mall kicking and screaming if they have to. I enter the studio at the back of the store. Selecting a large blank canvas, I put on an apron and attack it with all my anger, frustration, and sadness. Only when I'm finished do I realize that my cheeks are wet with tears. I stare at my creation—a semi-abstract painting with layers and swirls of colors depicting demons and heartbreak in angry lines. A single white dove flies alone, its wings almost translucent. The dove is ethereal, too exquisite for its surroundings. It represents my hope and strength. I am good enough. "Oh, honey," my mom's voice breaks the silence from behind me. "That is...absolutely amazing." She gasps, tears filling her eyes as she gazes at the painting. After school, my two friends arrive looking excited. They practically drag me to shop for new outfits, get my hair trimmed, and add some bright red highlights. Oh, the joy of retail therapy. *** "You guys suck! Why are we watching this movie again?" Zephyra complains, throwing some popcorn at my head. "Hey, Serenity voted for this movie too," I argue, flicking some popcorn back at her. For someone as sassy and tough-looking as Zephyra, she's surprisingly scared of horror films. Serenity, always resembling a sweet Disney princess, can't get enough of them. I find myself caught in the middle.
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It's Saturday evening, and we are currently watching Annabelle: Creation on Netflix in my bedroom and Zephyra is hiding behind a big pillow on her lap. It was Saturday evening, and we gathered in my bedroom, engrossed in the movie Annabelle: Creation on Netflix. Zephyra sat beside me, hiding behind a large pillow on her lap. Nicolette and dad were still at the store, while Caroline enjoyed her time with friends. "Come on, Zephyra, it's not that scary," Serenity said, her mouth full of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Zephyra scowled and retaliated by throwing a handful of popcorn at us. Serenity giggled mischievously and grabbed another bowl, emptying its contents over Zephyra's head. Laughing, I warned them, "You're both helping me clean my room before you leave tonight." I joined in the popcorn fight, tossing more kernels at them. Suddenly, a familiar pain pierced through my stomach, stealing my breath away. "GenGen, what's happening?" Serenity asked, alarmed as I writhed in agony. "Nothing," I gasped, desperate to shield them from this torment. "Should I call your mom?" Zephyra panicked. "No, no," I yelled, clutching my stomach. "Don't...tell my mom," I choked out, tears streaming down my cheeks. "What's wrong? What's happening?" Zephyra inquired once again. "I think I know what's happening," Serenity answered, gripping my hands tightly. "That manwhore Brennan is doing some nasty things with some slut," she spat coldly. Zephyra unleashed a string of curses, her anger evident. The pain became unbearable, and I eventually lost consciousness. Thank goodness for that relief. When I opened my eyes again, Serenity and Zephyra remained by my side. Serenity's tear-streaked face revealed her concern, while Zephyra paced around the room, radiating fury. "Hey, you're still here," I managed a weak smile, feeling utterly drained. Both of them turned their heads to look at me. Zephyra's gaze held pure anger, while Serenity's showed a mix of sadness, pity, and a hint of her own anger. I didn't think that anger was directed at me, though. "How many times has this happened, hon?" Serenity asked gently. "I bet this isn't the first time," Zephyra added, now observing my bruised stomach exposed by my ridden-up t-shirt. My stomach displayed black and blue bruises from my desperate clutching during the worst of the pain. "This is the fourth time so far," I admitted truthfully. They had witnessed my suffering; there was no point in hiding anymore. Zephyra erupted in curses once more. "It's not fair! He can't do this!" she yelled. "Where do you think you're going, Zephyra?" Serenity questioned as Zephyra made a beeline for the door. "Where else? I'm gonna go and kick his ass off to the moon!" Zephyra wailed angrily, her chocolate brown eyes darkening, revealing the wolf within her. "No, you're not," Serenity declared, firmly pulling her back into the room. "Oh, hell yes, I am!" Zephyra argued, struggling to break free from Serenity's grip. "We're not kicking anyone's ass today. We're going to do something even better," Serenity announced, causing Zephyra to pause her struggle. "He's hurting one of us, and we're beyond pissed. Girls, we're getting even. It's operation payback," Serenity proclaimed. What did I do to deserve such incredible friends? "I love you guys," I said, embracing my two besties. Zephyra proceeded to jot down our plan for Operation Payback on paper, showcasing her commitment. Most of the ideas came from Serenity and Zephyra, and I found myself scrunching my nose at most, if not all, of them. Our Operation Payback consisted of several phases: The first phase involved me transforming into an irresistible presence and catching the attention of unattached boys at our school. It seemed like a daunting task, but perhaps it was achievable. Maybe. The second part required me to flirt with other guys to make Brennan jealous. According to Serenity, werewolves, especially Alphas, were possessive of their mates, even those they had rejected. We were about to put this theory to the test. Personally, I doubted whether he would care. After all, he had the beautiful Lily and countless other girls. The third phase involved me finding a boyfriend since I didn't have a mate. This would then lead to the fourth and most challenging phase for me: losing my virginity to make him feel the pain he had inflicted upon me with his actions. I wasn't entirely sure if I could go along with this particular plan. "It's not like you're saving yourself for your mate anymore," Zephyra argued when I expressed my reservations about the fourth stage. Ouch! "GenGen, you have to commit to this. Promise me you're going through with this. He made you suffer, and he's going to pay. He should feel at least a fraction of the pain he put you through. You're going to show him what he's missing. You're going to show him that you don't need him. He needs you," Serenity commanded fervently. "Doesn't he know that an Alpha needs his true mate to be truly strong? This pack is going to the wolves...literally." "I'm getting an ulcer just thinking about him and Lily leading the pack," Serenity shuddered. The thought of Brennan and Lily together was less agonizing now, perhaps because I hadn't been around him lately. I didn't believe I was worthy of being a Luna, but I didn't know what I would do when they eventually became the Alpha and Luna of our pack. "Do you think they'll kick me and my family out of the pack once they become Alpha and Luna?" I voiced my fears. "They can't do that, can they?" Zephyra asked. Yes, they could. The three of us sat in pensive silence for a few minutes before I suggested that we let our wolves out and go for a run. Releasing Ezra, my wolf, provided immense relief. I felt lighter and almost normal again. I realized I needed to embrace my wolf more frequently. Zephyra ended up spending the night at my house, while Serenity had a date with Thomas later on. Serenity would join us for another sleepover tomorrow night. After Serenity departed, Zephyra insisted on watching Deadpool and drooling over Ryan Reynolds. Since I had drooled over him countless times myself, I decided to have some fun by altering Elizabeth Browning's beautiful sonnet, "How do I Love Thee," and taping it to my wall. "How do I Reject Thee? How do I reject thee? Let me count the ways. I reject thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I reject thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I reject thee freely, as men strive for right. I reject thee purely, as they turn from praise. I reject thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I reject thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I reject thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but reject thee better after death." Zephyra thought I was insane, but I found it amusing in a twisted and melancholic way.
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