Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

Chapter 64 

Thornholde was the only place I ever knew as i was growing up. 

It was the only life I had ever known, a world that had shaped and molded me into who I am today. The pack, Zeke and Nadia, Uncle Gavvyn, and Sammy were all integral parts of my memories, interwoven and inseparable. 

I was adopted into the pack at a young age, my only solace after being abandoned at the pack’s border with no parents or family to call my own. Throughout my life, I carried the weight of not knowing my true origins or the identities of my biological parents. Raised by the pack, I always felt a void within me, a nagging sensation of not belonging. 

In my life, Sammy’s presence was a steady and unwavering constant. We were each other’s family, relying on one another for everything, the only family we had ever known. 

Our house in Thornholde was small and unassuming, to put it mildly. It felt claustrophobic and cramped, with just enough room for the two of us to squeeze in. My room was little more than a glorified broom closet, with barely enough space for a bed and a dresser. But it was home, in its own way, a place where Sammy and I could be ourselves without judgment or scrutiny. 

Thornholde was a harsh place, where survival was a daily challenge, and for someone like me who didn’t have the support of a family, it was even tougher. We were expected to pull our weight, whether it was by carrying heavy loads or completing tasks that needed to be done. No matter how diligently we tolled, our efforts always fell short. No matter how hard we tried, there was always someone who outshone us, making us feel like we didn’t 

measure uр. 

I grew up with the persistent feeling of being in a perpetual state of catch–up, always striving to keep pace with my peers. It was a lonely existence, where doubt and self–doubt were constant companions. Doubt consumed me as I questioned whether I would ever be good enough to fit in. 

I unzip my bag, and the sound of the zipper echoes in the cabin as I carefully extract my clothes, neatly folded and ready to be worn. The cabin feels foreign, yet invifing, as I eagerly embark on the journey of turning it into my own home, 

As I take in the cabin with a quick glance, I can’t help but notice the lack of decoration on the walls and the vast emptiness in the spaces. It’s small, but it’s mine. I smile to myself, envisioning the cozy blankets and familiar scents that would make it feel more like home. 

With a soft hum escaping my lips, I slowly start to unpack my belongings. Taking my time, I fold my clothes with precision, arranging them in the dresser to create a sense of order and organization. As I hang up my jackets and sweaters in the closet, I take a moment to straighten out any wrinkles, making sure they look neat and presentable. 

As I work, memories flood my mind, reminding me of a time when reaching this point seemed impossible. 

Right before I was going to leave and catch up with Sammy and Axton, my hand accidentally grazed something inside my bag, piquing my curiosity. 

“What….is this?” 

Curious, I reached inside and pulled out a soft, cotton shirt. It was an old shirt, worn and faded, but the memories attached to it were still vivid in my 

mind. 

“This is” The shirt felt heavy in my hands, and I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by a mix of nostalgia and sadness. “Goddess, why did I accidentally bring this with me?” 

A bittersweet nostalgia washed over ine as I held Zeke’s shirt, a relic from a chapter of our lives that had long since closed. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness as I remembered the love I had for him, the moments we had spent together. 

Despite the sadness, there was an unanistakable rage simmering just below the surface. The emotions of anger washed over me as I thought about Zeke’s rejection, the pain of a broken heart, and the feeling of being left behind. An overwhelming sense of sell–directed anger consumed me as I realized I had allowed someone undeserving to cause me palh 

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I stared at the shirt, feeling the soft fabric between my fingers, unsure of what to do with it. There was a part of me that longed to discard it, to rid myself of any trace of Zeke and the heartache he had inflicted upon me. Yet, a conflicting part of me hesitated, unable to sever the ties to the memories that it 

hold. 

If it hadn’t been for Zeke, I wouldn’t be in such a good place right now. 

I wouldn’t be standing in my own cabin in Blackacre, surrounded by people who cared about me. 

The frustration inside me intensified as I tightly clenched my fists, Why did love have to be so complicated? Why did it have to feel like a thousand needles piercing my skin? The urge to let out a scream, to vocalize the pent–up anger and pain, consumed me completely. 

Instead, I inhaled deeply, feeling the air fill my lungs, and made a conscious effort to regain my composure, 

It was time for me to break free from the grip of Zeke. 

I had to focus on the present, on building a future for myself in Blackacre 

With a determined sigh, I folded the shirt neatly and placed it back in my bag. While the past may remain etched in my mind, I can make the conscious decision to keep progressing. 

And as I stepped outside into the warm embrace of the afternoon sun, I knew that I 

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