Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

Chapter 49: You’re Safe

“Alora, I believe that may be our escort. This is route ten.” The doctor nudges me lightly, snapping me out of my long weird daydream in which I bludgeoned Carmen to death with Colton’s running shoes, before handing them back to him and walking off into the sunset with a flip of my finger, and I sit upright startled to reality. Heart missing a beat and full on nerves smacking me in the stomach.

There’s a convoy of headlights heading our way in the now pitch-dark, long road, stretching ahead, dazzling us slightly as they approach, along what seems to be a long empty highway, lined with dense trees on either side of us. I hadn’t even noticed the change in terrain when we got off the dirt track and got onto an actual road. My insides tighten, tense, and painfully pray it is who it is.

I lift the veil and link him, in case we’re not at where they are yet, and this is someone I should be worried about. I don’t see any other vehicles on the road.

Colton please tell me that’s you, the convoy heading towards the military truck on route ten?

I hold my breath, pausing as nervous energy overtakes and straining to see beyond the blinding lights, but it’s too dark to make out if the trucks are Santo at all. All I can tell is there is a succession of them as they weave slightly, and headlights peek out on the route ahead.

It’s us. You’re safe. Pull over.

That husky warm flow of assurance as I hear him inside my mind and I relax a little, letting out the breath I was holding in anticipation. He sounds weird, tense, and maybe still a little annoyed, probably from obsessing over my ‘boyfriend’ in the last half hour, or however long we’ve been driving. I’ve been silently staring out the window, lost in my own head, and the doc just kept ploughing on heading north. No concept of time.

Shouldn’t we just follow you?

I query, confused that with the possibility of a pack on our tail that he should want us to stop and not keep moving. I don’t understand why he would expect us to.

PULL. OVER!

It’s a sharp command, not a request. No hint of polite, or even trying to explain. In that bossy, arrogant, snarly, I am pissed tone, that verges on his alpha gift and I wonder what the hell is eating him. From seemingly calm, and logical, to idiot in a millisecond, all because I questioned him. Maybe he is like his father after all, and that gives me the unyielding urge to tell him where to get off. It brings back my rage from earlier and I spin my head to the doctor with attitude.

like he’s in the mood to argue about it.” I sound like a petulant child, eye rolling as I flick my hand at the oncoming vehicles and

disobey an irate alpha in the making. If he’s anything like his mother, I would say it’s better to accept a request and question later.” It’s an almost submissive stance to take, but the doc looks tired and weary, and maybe he needs a

gets up and shifts into the back of the truck, exhaling and stretching with relief when he gets to the standing room part of the back. I watch him for a second, but my own anxiety as I can

before I scream. I’m overcome with the sudden heavy nervous tension of seeing him again, and the rising flames of temper and accusation, because he’s being a jerk about it, and I hate him. It’s hard to put the Carmen thing aside when I’m

aggression from him. My own turbulent emotions are strangling me, and I have this newfound energy buzzing through my limbs suddenly. I can’t

moment of reunion with him. I inhale and blow it out heavily, hearing doors opening and slamming, and footsteps, and I know I should just do it.

walk smack bang with a certain amount of whack into the black dressed, very large figure, cutting down from this side and yelp with the collision. Knocked back momentarily, not really hurt, but definitely winded, my

I jump back and stare…. wide eyed, lost for words. We just sort of stand and look at one another for a crazily heavy, and lengthy, loaded second, so

to resist the way he lassos me. He knocks the wind out of me with the intensity of his embrace, hugging me in completely, and burying his face in the crook of my neck, snugly united, and highlighting how perfectly he fits to me. He squeezes almost

my head getting hazy with this need to let him hold me, and I have to swallow back the overwhelming surge of emotion that has my

half to death, arms tightly wound around my upper body and waist, a hand comes around the back of my neck, under my hair to hold me in place. Pushing his face against mine so we’re cheek to cheek, but his nose grazes my shoulder and I

almost cave, my limbs aching to curl around him to get lost in everything that’s good about him. So caught in the heady sensation of being back in his arms as he wraps me up, like a mouse caught in a snake’s death grip, with no hope of escape. I almost fade out into nothing, but feelings of tingles, warm inner waves, and butterflies, and senses of belonging, when something mentally slaps me in the face and reminds me what a shit head he is.

to, a gush or surge of that misty energy conjuring from the intense anger that comes shooting out at speed and hit him right in the abdomen with enough force I send him reeling back. His arms impulsively splaying out to stop himself and he manages

out there who wouldn’t be too pleased to see how he’s behaving with another

the hell do you think you are, huh? That you can just yell at me, make demands, and then come walking on over here to grab me like that? Like you don’t have a shit load of apologizing to do.” Its fury building from inside of me, aching to be released, and his simmering to low glow eyes fire right back up, like two very terrifying orange beacons in the pitch black. I can almost feel mine glowing in response and it feels good to let

thanks I get? You asked me to come! I’m beyond happy to see you. Excuse me for wanting to react and touch you, when you’re all I

past. I have to tell him you’re here! He’s probably hiding in the back already, wondering what the hell is going on.” I make an attempt to

that even I can feel flowing from him as he springs back to me, almost shadowing me he gets that close, bringing his nose down to mine, eyes burning bright, and in turn

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