Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

It’s Deacon, I can smell him. He surprises me with the low husky hostility of his link between us and I blink, stomach turning itself in knots as I realize what he just said. Trying to ignore the tone of killer in his undercurrent because I know Colton is a seasoned warrior, and I’m about to see it for myself for a second time.

How do you know what Deacon smells like? I blanch, looking from Colton to the truck and trying to figure out how we would know that unless he knew him. He couldn’t have gotten scent from my projecting memories. I mean, Deacon is a Santo, but if he’s been at the facility for years then I assumed Colton would have been a boy and not really known him. Deacon is older, by maybe ten years, and I don’t recall pulling him from any of his memories, but then again, I haven’t looked.

That asshole and his pack slunk off into god knows where after his father died, but I know him. He tried to take me down in front of his pack when I was a kid, to exert his dominance, and humiliate me, and I handed him his ass. I hate that mother fucker with a passion. Knowing that it’s his pack that held my mom, and now comes after you both, I swear, I’m going to rip him limb from limb.

I swallow hard, eyes widening and gulp back a little tremor of ‘oh shit’ now that I realize this is more than Colton being pissed on behalf of me and his mother, and Colton thinking about diffusing things. It’s also about already hating the idiot who followed us here. The rev up again of his rage as it waves through me and I know I need to settle him once more.

We have young here, we have pregnant women, and elderly wolves. We have families, and this space is faced by a hundred windows. We need to shield them from the horrors and instill that this place is a sanctuary. I have to help calm Colton and push this fight outside our boundaries, away from watching eyes. I don’t want him to rile the extended pack and rip a dozen wolves to shreds out here like this. Even if it is Deacon.

Someone opens the truck door and slides out, all dressed in dark clothes like Colton is, and I recognize the tall, cocky swagger, right away. That air of asshole he wears so well. Deacon looks around, noting all the wolves scattered in a circle surrounding him and then locks eyes on Colton as he seeks out whom he should interact with, and seems to visibly sag. He obviously remembers Colton well.

raised up as a sign of submission, and Colton stands taller, lifting his head and seems to grow a few inches as he locks him with a penetrating glare. Colton moves in front of me instinctively, side stepping and pushing me back with a hand slid across my

their own vehicles. I can see the hesitant and questioning looks they throw between one another, as they recognize certain members, and it’s obvious this is news to them that they followed my tracks to a Santo lair. They stay put and look towards Deacon for direction, showing zero signs of hostility now they see

in the air as he closes the gap and comes within four feet. Sure the second It dawned on him he was rolling into a Santo space he shit his pants and had a moment of ‘what the fuck is going on?’. I move

a hand flat on his back, to remind him to stay calm. I can feel it oozing my way, his emotions riling mine, and that

my femme? Pretty sure you can’t be talking about walking on in here uninvited, thinking I’m going to stand back and let you touch either of them.” Colton steps to him and closes the gap completely, humanly straight, and tall, aggression pulsating, and pushes nose to nose with Deacon. He’s standing taller than him by only an inch, but he seems so much more dominant as Deacon hesitates but stays his ground. He is a pack leader after all, and his own are watching him closely, so he needs to curb the weakness to keep face. Colton is growling, so low it’s reverberating through me and my wolf is getting all kinds of excited. I

my damn hormones and that damned haze moving in on me. My wolf wants to play, with him, in all kinds of dirty ways, she’s just torn between ripping Deacons head off or stripping Colton naked for his show of fierce, and I have to work twice as hard to curb those

this one bit. Just take it up with him when we leave and deal with him yourself.” Deacon doesn’t really seem to be getting the memo, and it dawns on me that much like I didn’t know, he won’t either, that Colton is his rightful alpha and

and to him, this is Colton setting off on his own to start a separate sect while still under his father’s order. It happens when males who are next in line become impatient for dominance, and they are then allowed to set up camp somewhere else with any willing to follow. Big packs like the Santos dominate entire regions because of previous generations splitting and setting up across the land, to make sure challenges and disputes don’t arise when young males get too big for their own

that came through with that response and he does seem to shrivel slightly. Colton was

Alpha, I don’t know what makes you think otherwise, and for all I know, you could be lying.” Deacon truly is an idiot of epic proportions and much to my surprise, Colton doesn’t

must be lying!” Colton’s eyes are on the vehicles and I squint to see where he can see her. I can’t. I can smell the sub pack on the wind, blowing gently this way, but there’s nothing but shadows and darkness beyond the lit area we’re standing