Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

Chapter 25: Time

It’s been a few days since Colton told me about his mom and I swear she keeps plaguing my thoughts. It’s like a tiny itch in my brain I can’t shake, and I keep coming back to it repeatedly for no obvious reason. I even dreamt of her last night, and it was the weirdest most confusing thing ever. It came after I finally located a memory of her in this shared library of thoughts and couldn’t shake her soft face from my visuals. I must have tried too hard and implanted her in my brain to mess with me, it’s the only explanation.

I do remember her vaguely without Colton’s influence, only in my own memories she’s faceless, because I couldn’t remember her all that well, so it’s nice to apply features to her. She has Colton’s flawless beauty, his black hair, darkest chocolate eyes, and sallow skin, with a soft ambience that’s less masculine than his.

She used to come to the library near our farm every weekend to read books to the children. I remember her being a caring quiet lady, well spoken, well dressed, and she had no prejudices whatsoever against wolves from rival packs, the children were all one to her. She always wanted to see us live in peace and harmony, and she had this warm pull that I see in Colton sometimes, when he isn’t closing up on me and freezing me out.

The dream lingers in my mind, despite being up for hours, and now, I’m sat on the grass taking a break from training and can still feel her voice ebbing back to me from the recess of my mind. Fatigue letting it slip back in as I cool down and catch my breath, and her haunting melodic tone, filled with pleading, rings through again, the words which woke me this morning.

“Save us.”

It’s all that comes through and it gives me the same shivers it did when I dreamt it. She walked up to me, in a bright white, sterile, wall less space, with no one else around me but blurred nothingness of light and stale air. Standing in the middle of what felt like a hospital, I don’t know, unsure where I was meant to go or how I even got there. Confused.

She appeared in the distance at first, catching my eye, almost hazy and surrounded by a fog which cleared as she came closer. Dressed in a light shapeless gown, almost like a medical covering, except it was pure snow white, not blue, or patterned. Her hair was loose, free, and hung longer than I can recall from my memory bank, almost touching her waist, whereas she always kept it jaw length in even Colton’s memories.

When she came into focus at first, I could see her cheeks were wet with tears, eyes blood shot, her skin streaked where they had fallen repeatedly and her smock was soaked through, as though they’d been absorbing thousands of them, for an eternity. Her desperate sadness consumed, and overwhelmed me, and I was rooted to the spot, unable to breathe with the heaviness of her pain.

She was eerily pale, beautiful still, but only the shadow of the woman from Colton’s memories, thin and worn down, as though her life was being sucked away. She touched my face softly, startling me with the sheer heat she exuded, leaned in so close that she almost kissed me, her warmth invading the coolness of my own air and whispered it right into my face, startling me to wake in the dull stillness of my own room.

Those two damned words.

physical sensation on my cheek, and I touch it in a bid to remove the feel of it. The dream felt so real and I hate that it won’t leave me alone in waking hours, replaying on a loop, and affecting me so deeply. The total opposite to Colton though, as he’s been practically absent, physically, and

number of days. It’s like opening up about her reminded him of all the reasons he chose to reject me, and he back tracked at a

He makes sure I can’t get close, I can’t touch him, and he either sticks with the sub pack so I can’t get him alone or leaves before anyone else does so

but it’s just so frustrating. What makes is worse, is Carmen has caught onto the strained atmosphere and is laying on the oozing flirt mode with all her might, driving

day. Killing a fellow wolf from your pack is a mortal sin, no matter the excuse, but I would happily pay

ago. I suspect Colton went and packed up everything with my scent on in the orphanage, but I can’t be sure, and he won’t stick around to let me ask him at all. It adds to my fury, because it shows he still cares, he still thinks about my needs, but he won’t face me at all. His mind is set, and I know what

of his time with Juan, patrolling the lay of the land, and overseeing the

kind of communal since, as though he’s avoiding any real dialogue with any of us. He knows the pack will have questions about this. He brought me to them, made

is telling me to give up on him, but I don’t want to accept this is it. That

this lack of closure. I’m not being a cold idiot and cutting him off, or avoiding him, like he is me. I would talk to him in a heartbeat if he let me. It’s like he just abandoned me after dumping me in his sub pack, with no idea what I’m supposed to be now, how to feel, and what I’m meant to do

her where do I go? What do I do? I’m only here because of my link to him. I’m not a Santo, I don’t belong here and although the sub pack seem to be warming to me, I’m not bonded to them. I’m not one of them, and Carmen

Colton allowing her to move me out for the sake of their pairing. She hates me with a passion and spends all her time either drooling after him or throwing me shade. It’s just a waiting game until she has that

and slumps down too. She’s barely flushed, no evidence of panting after scaling thirty-foot tree climbs, and almost no sweat has formed on any part of her at all. I’m over here looking like I rolled in a puddle, red faced, and having a cardiac arrest some twenty minutes after I did it, and she’s utterly

is improving, and I no longer hit the shakes

today? I swear, I must be getting my own cycle, because I want to stab idiots in the head. It’s like the haze is coming in and making them all stupid, or loco.” Meadow falls back on the grass, seeming very athletic in pink leggings, and matching sports bra, that enhance her natural assets. Cesar has been driving her mad the past few days, with his overprotective side kicking in, as

the bedrooms for days on end. The unmated are fair game, and result in rushed unions after it’s over, many markings out of unwanted pupping’s have been borne in the

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