Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

“I thought he might have food.” I add, eyes darting around the room past him as I continue to come back to the land of reality and start looking for something useful to help me get out of these straps. Trying up muster up the will power to turn again, but nothing happens. Something is seriously screwing with my abilities and this individual doesn’t seem like an imminent threat. Unless talking you to death is possible. My nerves are quickly dissipating in his presence.

“Oh, so you’re hungry. Oh lord, how thoughtless of us. Well we can do something about that can’t we. No need for us to be rude and inhospitable. It makes perfect sense you would be drawn to a manmade building in search of supplies in the center of this green utopia if you were out here lost. I just would like to know your name for a start, and possibly where you originated from, and maybe, if you have any more friends lurking out there. A pack, a mate. Someone who might not be very discreet about the whereabouts of our sensitive location. I know it’s a bothersome formality, but they won’t let me feed or untie you without it.”

I ignore him completely, too occupied with the why of the fact I can’t seem to muster any kind of ability, and even my strength is no more than a regular human. It’s beginning to frustrate me, as I can now move my toes and feet, and rotate and wriggle them to test the strength of the straps. My strength and speed I have even in human form, is absent.

“What have you done to me? Why can’t I turn?” I snap it at him aggressively, temper rising as it really sinks in, but it isn’t helpful in terms of ability at all. I hit him with a pointed look under lowered browns and his happy little face drops to an almost impressed ‘oooh’ look.

“Ahhhh, well caught. You’re an observant one, aren’t you? This facility is a life-sized isolation tank, so your kind can’t use any unwanted force, or abilities, on my staff when we require your presence, or when we have guests such as yourself. It’s quite remarkable how they make a building completely capable of dissolving any kind of supernatural ability, isn’t it? I don’t have the engineering science, but I can assure you it’s quite ingenious.” He talks way too much. He also gets way too excited over the smallest things, and I eyeroll and shake my head at him, trying to draw him back to the intel that I need.

“Once again…Where am I?” I’m losing my cool quickly, annoyed at being held down and I start wriggling manically, more to attempt to escape this crazy one, not giving a crap he’s standing right there. The noise of the door beeping and clicking behind him though, snaps my attention back to it, and the dark uniformed figure that comes stalking in as he pushes a trolley with what seems to be a food tray to one side.

“Pipe down, Princess. You know where you are because you hauled ass up to our door and tried to take a peek. The question he asked …. Are there more of you out there?” It’s a commanding deep, almost growl like tone, from a serious looking man with a foreboding glare. My inner intimidation returns, as he makes my brave pipe down, and I return to still, cool mannered, and stare directly at him.

looking in that boring, typical, dominant wolf way, and unnervingly very Santo. Which in itself is weird. He’s Latino, dark, tanned, handsome, and I swear he almost has Colton’s darkest chocolate eyes, although his have hints of green that lighten them overall and it somehow kills the whole smoldering thing. He has an arrogant look

them any information until I know what’s going to happen to me. So far it does seem that tests, and experiments, and pulling my insides out is unlikely. I’m probably more in danger of ben ‘fan girled’ by the dude in the white coat who has a serious leg

or with me, they might think nothing of disposing of me. He did say this was a top-secret facility and I’m guessing making promises not to tell doesn’t really hold a lot of weight with these types. I shouldn’t tell them anything, and

me viciously, no friendly at all in that face. I snort at that, half laughing, sardonically,

normal to be an asshole, drug

about him really riles me up. I’m guessing it’s the Latino look, and that hint of accent, reminding me of so many smug dickheads I grew up around, and his

excuse his abrupt manner, he’s just very concerned that the delicate nature of our work might be compromised if some random, yet very pretty, rebel wolves should happen to disrupt our facility. We have sensitive materials that require the utmost protection. I beg you to understand our predicament and disregard my friend’s hostility in

for a bratty girl who’s giving nothing in return. How about go polish a stethoscope over in the corner and leave this to me.” He snaps and the poor little doctor reddens in the cheeks at the verbal tell off. His eyes

and yet he acts like he could totally be of Juan’s arrogant, nasty bloodline, with a massive chip on his shoulder. He probably got stationed here against his own will and takes it

talk.” I point out, sarcastically, raising one brow to drive the point home and showing none of the fear that’s still simmering in my belly. I guess being out there

very polite of us, especially when she cannot do any physical damage within these walls.” The doc seems to be the soft touch and the dark glare Deacon spins and throws at him, makes him pipe down immediately. He almost turns crimson from the neck up and shuffles

heels in, turning back to me with an unamused frown that signals him throwing his dominance around and I sigh heavily, knowing I’ve no choice but to give them something if I want the use of my limbs at least. It’s not great being interrogated by two men standing over me, while I’m set out like a sacrifice to the gods. Mentally it makes me feel at a very huge