Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

“I... Umm. He’ll kill us if we don’t take …. umm. I don’t know what went down, but I have to see for myself what Juan says about this.” Deacon is at a loss for words and I can feel every ounce of his bravado slipping away. Deacon visibly swallows a look of confusion running over his face, as he realizes, he just questioned his possible leader, and I swear, he almost sits on the ground such is the way his legs seem to momentarily twitch.

“I’ll kill you if you touch her. So, there’s that.” Colton reiterates with a head nod and shrug, and I shake my head at Deacon, disgusted in the weakness I see before me and smothered in confidence as my own temper riles.

“Not so tough when you don’t have me disabled and stuck alone in a glass room, are you?” I snarl, moving out fully from behind Colton, half expecting him to hush me and send me back, but he doesn’t. He turns a slight way to me, catches my eyes with his glowing amber ones and then slides aside slightly to encourage me to come closer. I guess because he knows Deacon is no real threat to me, he relaxes a little, and much like a wild wolf would encourage his mate to participate in a hunt, or teach her, he urges me to him. I mean, he just let his subs berate theirs, so I guess it’s my turn. My wolf ignites at the invitation, eyes burning in my skull, and I know I must be glowing as red as Colton’s are amber with the tension in the air around us.

“What the fuck.” Deacon almost trips backwards as he scrambles a step away and locks an alarmed gawping set of normal human eyes on mine. Shocked at what he sees.

“Miss those pretties, huh. I guess probably because you were busy shooting her in the back!” Colton teases cruelly, pulling me with a hand on my upper arm and slides me near, in front so I’m between Deacon and him. Getting me close even though he wants me to stand up to this asshat, but he needs to know he’s also keeping me safe.

“What the hell is wrong with her eyes?” Deacon can’t conceal his fear, and this time he does trip trying to get away and lands on his ass. Scrambling as he thuds with a soft noise and tries to reel backwards away from me.

“Nothing… I think their sexy. However, it does mean you had a lucky escape and had my Princessa here not been more concerned about getting the fuck away from you, could have taken down your entire team with minimal effort. Maybe I should let her rebalance the scales if you think you can take her.” Colton slides his hand up my back and comes to beside me properly so his hip touches mine, lazily lassoing his arm around my shoulders so it hangs about me casually, and adopts that teen boy lounge of a guy taking the piss out of someone he deems inferior. Deacon hesitates, I can see the questions forming in his head as he looks from Colton to me, and back, and scrambles to his feet, backing away. It’s obvious he’s rattled, and he keeps gawping at me and then back at his pack as though they’re linking. I see the unease as they too, all start to look to one another and shrink closer to the vehicles, our own sub pack moving in and not giving them an inch.

“Why don’t we make it fun? If he can take you, his pack gets to leave. If he can’t, well…. we kill them.” Colton turns to me with a dark expression, a wry smile, his words making the blood in my veins runs cold, but his mind link kicks in immediately.

I won’t ever let anyone hurt you, it’s obvious he’ll not take that offer, so relax. He’s about ready to run. I’m not really going to kill anyone…. Just messing with him, baby. Because it’s fun.

it ignites a fire in me that pulses through my bones, and muscles, and nerve endings, and I can almost taste that

get to him, I forget all about it. He can go, and we’re done.” I raise a brow, sarcasm oozing from every pore and Colton smiles fully, looking to our prey. He knows I’m going to make Deacon run back to his truck

his hands and looks about poised to go running away, tripping

funny. Fuck off, Deacon, none of you are welcome back here. This is where my mom and my femme stay, and if we see you here again, I’ll happily rip your throat out. Take that as a friendly warning and tell my father whatever the fuck you want. Just leave!” Colton doesn’t waste time for an answer, but slides his arm from me and turns, instead pushing his hand into mine to get me to follow him back to the manor and leave this idiot to get

sharp knife like talons as he lets that one part of him turn, before he lurches to his feet, extending his hand and aims right for the back

impulsive reaction, with my palm stretched towards him. To shield my love, to

to protect my fated mate against all costs, and I don’t think, or hesitate. My own instincts come in to play. Colton is my soul mate and half of me, and I won’t let that piece of shit Deacon take a stab at the back and end him

with almost timeless ease ,and get him right in the chest, with so much force it makes an echoing thud that reverberates around the clearing. It has a similar effect to that of the bear, only with less velocity and rage behind it, more shock, more focus of a smaller area, reaction more than anything. Deacon goes from jumping towards Colton with intent, to rammed harshly in the chest by my

as he slides down the side of the truck clumsily, winded, gasping for air, and in utter shock as his

and look around to see most eyes are on me. It’s only now I realize she’s only seven feet away to my left, as she must have leaped to come to the defense of Colton too, and her eyes are glowing amber, ready to take down that son of a bitch had he in fact

trucks and speedily getting off the ground. Soon as they do, the trucks rev into life and back out at speed, gravel spraying all around us in dramatic fashion at their fast and furious exit while Colton turns to me

the lips as he yanks my body into his. I have no time to react, pulled in, held tight as his warm lips press to mine and take my breath

get him to put me down while his pack watch us, it’ll make it uncomfortable for him. It’s crazy disrespectful to humiliate the alpha and instead I slide my hands around his neck to steady myself in this pretty weird position I find myself in, aware this is inappropriate for a marked wolf, but yet allow him to carry my like this. Aware I still don’t see any sign of Carmen, and I’m sure I would have heard her if she saw this. No way she wouldn’t be screeching me to deafness

first as Colton bounces me a little and smiles boyishly. He’s overcome with a weird joyful energy,