Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

Chapter 19: Meadow

You okay?

Colton comes through loud and clear, checking on me, and for a second it warms me that he does, that maybe he felt my nervousness. His voice is that sound of home that I never knew I needed, and I find myself exhaling, like I’ve been holding my breath, as I lean back into the chair less stiffly.

Just waiting on the others and sitting by the fire.

I reply, setting his mind at ease and hoping I sound as comfortable here as I am pretending to be.

I won’t be long, my father kept all the leaders back to talk plans, schedules, you know what I mean. If you need me, I’ll leave our link open. Don’t let any of them give you any shit or else they’ll have to deal with me. His deep husky voice has me pining for his presence, and I sigh wearily.

Matteo is being a gentleman and taking care of me; I’m sure he’ll intervene. I’m trying to make him relax, but the overwhelming surge I get back from his emotions that he didn’t like what I said, surprises me. It’s a hint of jealousy and I blink at Matteo as though I’m missing the point. He has his back to me, pouring his drink, and nowhere near me.

Right. Like I said I won’t be long.

His tone is clipped, and he closes link before I can respond, despite saying he wouldn’t, sounding off, and moody, and I swear it actually makes me want to laugh at how ridiculous he’s being. He sent me here with Matteo, and now he’s what? Jealous, because I said he was being nice. I knew males were territorial and possessive by nature, worse so when they mate up, but I’m not even his and he has nothing to worry about. We imprinted, and the fates made sure I have no desire to look at anyone else, even if he did reject me.

I inhale sharply, shake it off, and go back to staring at the fire, trying not to let him get to me as the door swings open and two boys stomp in arguing with one another

“You’re a liar, I didn’t say anything of the sort.” The first male snaps, turning and spotting me and instantly frowning like he’s just been faced with a terrible or vile sight. He stops dead as the other collides into the back of him with an exaggerated ‘whooomph’ noise. He’s unsurprisingly dark haired, tanned and has your typical Colombian look to him. All the Santos originated from there, before coming here a few generations ago. They tend to mate up with others like them, so the bloodline stays purest, and most of the males are sent back in early childhood to spend time in their homelands, so most have mixed accents, like Colton does.

can pull out of Colton’s mind that this is Domi, and Remi. They’re younger than Colton by a year, making them

The first one turns to Matteo with a growl and is met with a snarl in

I doubt he wants to hear you were questioning it!” It’s not a friendly tone and it has the effect of dampening down the

me a devious side eye and

and sultry, preceding her entry. She sashays in like the Queen of the manor and stops dead in her tracks when she spots me. Grey eyes instantly storming over, pouty mouth forming a thin tight light, and porcelain skin paling as rage ignites under the surface. Her eyes start glowing intense amber as she growls her dislike at me and lowers her chin to move into an

using his hyper speed, blocking her in a nanosecond, and standing between us. He stands firm, lifts

her here and will be along soon, so pipe down, go sit over there and behave!” Matteo has a tone not too dissimilar to Colton’s alpha tone, only less effective, and she draws

waiting for it to get crazy in here. Surprised that Matteo is not his second in command and

and I recognize her as Meadow, one of the older femmes in her late twenties, mated to the one behind her, Cesar. Her brother is in tow, Jesus, and they stop to gaze over the little

is not her first language. It’s not uncommon for wolves with links elsewhere to sometimes bring in family pack from further away, to live with them, or find a mate, and I know Meadow’s been with

sofa and stare at me with lowered eyelids. No hint of warmth, which adds to my growing uneasiness as I sit stiffly where I was. Meadow strolls into the room fully, confidently, eyeing me up, unashamedly, and I get the sensation I’m being

deeply tanned skin. She has full

the lands much, but it’s obvious that Matteo is not Colton’s second in command. Meadow is. I wouldn’t argue with her, her natural nails are long, sharp, and

Cesar, this is Jesus…. and the infamous Meadow here.” Cesar nods at me, no hint of either dislike, or friendliness in his blank statement. He’s another tall stocky type and I’m starting to see a pattern with this pack. Best of the breed and all alarmingly alike, except Carmen, the

me, heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her eyes wandering over me as

do” I answer sheepishly, aware another has entered the open door and praying that has to be all of them. This is getting crowded and I’m starting to feel like raw meat being

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