Rejected Mate and Following Fate

“Be quiet. You don’t belong among my kind, you never have, and it’s become tiresome to protect you against others. You can be of more use with my daughter and her babies than constantly watching your back and shadowing Darrius. I believe it’s where fate always intended to put you. To protect my blood in place of me.” Varro turns to him and heavily places a hand on his shoulder, his aura emanating sheer authority. It’s clear he doesn’t like to be questioned.

“You want me to live among those that took everything from me?” Jasper almost spits it at him and winces at the pressure applied on his shoulder as punishment. I get the vibe you don’t question or disobey this one at all.

My heart aches for my brother though, knowing that at the root of his resistance is an inability to let go of his own pain. With good reason. Being all alone among their kind for a decade with only Varro as his source of comfort. To have someone spurring on your sadness with their own. Torn form his own kind for survival and left to fester and forget what it is t be part of a pack. Both so focused on revenge and he knows nothing else. I get it, I understand, but it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. My soul still hurts at his venomous words.

“No, he doesn’t. because those who took it all will leave with him. The rest of the pack has nothing to do with this, they didn’t know…. Carmen has nothing to do with this. The fates would never have linked her to you if they wanted it like this.” I point out, reaching for my brother’s hand in a bid to draw him to me but he pulls it away to avoid me. Another cold glare and a show of amber eyes.

“You need to come back to living as a wolf to be able to move on and heal. Jasper, the pack you knew back then isn’t the pack you’re hating now. So much has happened and changed. Just give us a chance. Take time to see for yourself that it’s not the same as it was.” Colton moves close behind me to try and reinforce my sentiment. His genuine need to bring him back into the fold and accept a pack member who has gone astray. The alpha in him will always fight to bring our kind home.

“Whether you agree or not, I am ordering you to stay by your sister’s side until I see fit. Protect my child…. Be my eyes and presence. Refusal is pointless.” Varro interjects. “This war ends tonight and no one but you will be left to stand and fight if you don’t give a little. My goal was always revenge, but before me stands a reason to stop all of it. A future beyond this battle. I can’t win if I lose my daughter to satisfy my need for revenge.”

His words make me falter within myself, a sudden thump to my chest as I blink at Varro, suddenly seeing something else in him with just the briefest of words. I have pushed down and tried to ignore any feelings I might harbor for this stranger, because it’s a can of worms I don’t want to examine. Yet here in a blink of an eye, the fact he is my father is staring me in the face and I’m too afraid to really let those emotions break the surface. I don’t know how to process them when I really have never gotten to grips with the fact the dad I knew, was never my bio dad at all. Caged feelings, swirling thoughts, all swallowed as quickly as they surface so I can ignore them until I feel able to really explore all of it. My heart says it’s a betrayal to my dad to have affection for Varro in his place right now and I’m so confused with what I’m experiencing.

A weird buzzing noise running through us, like loud static, suddenly hits us from behind and sways all thoughts from that point. It ripples through in a dramatic fashion, making my skin goosebump and my hackles rise. Pulling all focus away from conversations and one another as we all stop, spin our heads, to see what and where it came from. It’s a sensation like standing on a metal floor when lighting hits a building outside, the after vibrations of intense electricity tickling my skin.

“What was that?” I utter breathlessly, turning to see that our pack wolves have been affected too and are looking around with the same confused curiosity. It wasn’t painful, just something we all felt, and it seems to have moved like a wave across the sea of figures.

“The weapon…. It’s disabled. I can feel a difference. My ability to link is back.” Colton touches my shoulder and we both glance at the manor, in the direction of Carmen as a smile spreads across my face. Instant elation. I know that the Colton immediately jumps to link the subpack to bring them up to speed.

“Yay, Carmen!! I knew she could do it. I mean, we maybe don’t need it now, but still ….. my girl has skills.” I can’t conceal my pride in my sister and suddenly become aware of Jaspers eyes eating into the back of my skull and his emotion changing with the mention of her name. It’s a loaded and heavy feeling, swirling confusion and pain, and for a second, a pang in my heart tells me Jasper is already pining for the mate he refused. He’s fighting himself and I know from experience how much worse every passing day gets when your mate is separated from you by choice. His own stupid, stubborn, hate, is stopping him from opening his heart. It’s eating at him with just the sound of her name.

“I give my word that the vampires will not use our weapon against wolves as long as I rule my coven from this moment on. My oath is unbreakable, I swear on it. There is no need for your countermeasures after tonight. The weapon can be turned off.” Varro’s statement is clear and strong, and my gut says it’s truth. I falter in my response, take a breath, and decide for one to trust my gut and believe the words. He’s very to the point.

this end to our fight a done deal. I can finally see light at the end of the tunnel, even if this all feels surreal. Just get the details in order and we can all go home. Take

appeased if he personally hunts down that problem, and his men. Would that kill some of this hatred in you?” Colton steps towards him and is met with the instant glow of ambering eyes,

what is needed to curb my hatred of Santo. Maybe if you and I ….” Jasper snarls and I step between them in haste. I know where that tone is

small of my back and grasps my waistband. It’s his way of saying he’ll haul my ass out of the way should he dislike Jasper’s attitude towards me. “Jasper, please. Just go do whatever. Expend some of that energy

and go find every last one of those mongrels. Juan Santo and the loyal that will be cowering with him wherever they are hiding. I’m bored and want to wrap this up and enjoy my evening in a more sociable manner.” Varro sighs as though to emphasize

march pushing us apart naturally as she invades the space and she furiously glares me brother down so that he’s the

son of a bitch, and then you’re going to put that damn tail between your legs and take a time out to reflect on yourself and everything muddled in that thick skull. You need a time out in the solitude chair, to get things in order!” Sierra taps him on the temple with a little

like that little wolf who hated being told off. Submission flowing from him at alarming speed, and he hunches his shoulders further as his nose almost touches his chest. That ingrained part of a wolf when faced with the hierarchy he grew up following. I never thought Sierra could have

betrayal and hurt. We know what the heartbreak does to your soul. You’re not alone in that. You have become so accustomed to holding onto it to fill your emptiness, away from your kind and your family. No direction, cut off, cast out, which is pure hell for a Lychan. Your loneliness is infused through you in the worst kind of ways and it’s seeping from every pore so that I can feel it. Come home to us, Jasper. Where you belong. You don’t need to forget, or let it go right now, you

coughs to try and cover it, tries to pull back that hardened glare to shield the emotion she tugged from him. I see it all so clearly. That teen boy I knew, the loving brother, the shy awkward wolf who protected me so fiercely; he’s still in there and battling so many internal conflicts. She dries it away with a gentle touch, a slight blue glow leaving a faint shadow as her

Varro raises a brow and cocks his head to the side as Jasper lifts his chin slightly and dares to look Sierra in the eye for the first time.

feels. I know the loss, take my hand and let me help you find your way out of your own hell. It doesn’t have to feel like it does now.” Sierra slides her palm to his shoulder, down his arm and

hard and seems to crumble slightly, no letting go of that small hand

that aura of warm feeling and security she has used on tearful pups in the past. It’s like giving him a couple of shots of liquor and improving his mood for a temporary relief. It’s instilling hope that she

is curt and to the point. Shaking Jasper out of his odd quiet stance and he seems to visibly straighten himself up as he pulls his hand out of Sierra’s. Surprised at his filial behavior. He casts her an odd look, somewhat torn and confused and then blinks at me as the steels returns a little. I can see the

in that condition.” It’s a hint of brotherly love, and

take off after him, that wreaking smell and vulgar show of pale skin and long fangs. Sierra is hot on his heels without hesitation, turning

to how it used to look so many months ago. His sarcasm is

second of stubborn stillness. His eyes cast around to take in the scene before us and he grips my hand in his and tugs me close to his side. Always ready to shield me.

ablaze, poised for the kill at a command. I smile her way softly, so glad to see her again, to tell her it’s okay and impulsively scan the faces for the rest of the subs.

guard follow close behind us and Varro seems completely unphased to be a lone Vampire walking towards this arc of the enemy without any accompaniment. It says a lot about his faith in