Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

I flash a wary look at the Doc in the corner, who turns a paler shade, his brow furrowing, etching his features into that of worry, and he casts an evasive look back at me. He darts a glance at Colton then back again to me, suddenly sheepish.

“It can’t be Deacon, right? It’s too early!” I point out while asking him to confirm, to calm my own sudden whirlwind of nerves, hating the apprehension I can feel from him, but he swallows loudly.

“I may have over exaggerated our head start rather somewhat, a teensy little bit. I didn’t want to alarm you and give you reason to doubt coming with me, dear girl. If you knew they were hot on our heels, so to speak, you would have queried the plan and I had faith the fates would intervene if we just got out. I had to keep the sedation low, so I didn’t kill my human staff in the process, and sadly that meant the wolves recovered quickly.” He’s apprehensive about admitting to a lie, recoiling slightly and I give him a deflated smile, translating that it’s okay and it doesn’t really make much difference now, because it is what it is.

“Damn right, it’s Deacon. Meadow and the pack are tracing them down the north road in, following them. They’ll be here in a couple of minutes.” Colton growls and sweeps past me, determination oozing from him, and that growing hostility coming off him like a dense smoke. He’s moving into battle mode in his head and I can’t do much except follow him out of the infirmary. Knowing no matter what, I should be out there for this entourage arriving. After all, it’s because of me and Sierra they are even coming. “You should stay here.” Colton flashes me back a moody look, fierce, overbearing protectiveness shining through, and gets my ‘hell no’ glare of warning flashed right back.

I’m not about to be sat in the corner and cotton wrapped because Colton thinks he needs to take care of a feeble little femme. This femme took down a bear, and she isn’t about to be intimidated by that idiot Deacon.

‘That son of a bitch darted me in the back. I’m not missing him crawling up and realizing this is a Santo domain! I want to experience that epiphany and watch him grovel.’ It’s through gritted teeth as my own aggression peeks, thinking about that smug assholes face, and the longing to kick him in the balls when I was in the facility. That little simmer of rage ignites and my skin tingles in anticipation, revving up my anger for that slimy weasel.

“You stay on my ass then. Stay close where I can intervene should I need to.” Colton drops that overbearing, no nonsense command, and turns away, obviously picking up on my stubborn tone and knowing arguing with me is futile. Still has to be in charge of my safety though.

main door at hyper speed.

that snarl in his tone, but he keeps it in check and stays mostly human, rolling his shoulders and leaning forward lightly, so that stance

all fours even though we can walk upright, and Colton seems caught between the two. Stance and lowered head as his eyes glow viciously and his words take on that dominant growl in the undertones. He isn’t planning on turning, but he is planning on intimidating the shit out of Deacon. I can sense his actions and read him way better than I used to be able to. I wonder if our wolves

leads us out across the new, cleared sweeping gravel drive, all the vehicles are gone, and I can see how huge the forefront of the homestead’s entry is. Without the wolves flanking and taking us in without seeing it, I can appreciate the wide vast space, tree lined with dense forest, and only one narrow opening coming in north bound. Colton was right about

in the trees and I realize it’s because the road is straight, and long, and standing here, we can see it for a

being able to

line stealthily and standing spread out around us in the shadows. Watching, waiting, prepping to be there should their alpha need them, and I again hate that I’m not linked in and hearing the communications between

were nineteen wolves at the facility, so I’m guessing he left a few behind to keep the humans in check.” I add in afterthought, sticking close to him as a few warm bodies close up behind us, wolves I don’t know well but we’re being

up because I don’t know how this is going to go, and even though we outnumber them, I’m still not a wolf that’s ever had to battle another wolf like this. Colton doesn’t count that one time he triggered me, and I can’t even remember it happening. I feel nauseous even while still crazily angry at

walks it back again, like a caged animal, and I can taste his impatience in wanting to deal with this. He’s stiff, and solid looking, ready to pounce, and I can taste the nearness of his wolf as he verges on turning. It’s

keep her tamed. He’s riling the pack, and the murmur of restless snarls around me tell me they’re all poised and ready to fight, feeding from their leader’s need to

a way to break his intent focus on the incoming, as he paces past me for the tenth time and he pauses, spinning his head to me