Rejected Mate and Following Fate

“Is everything ready?” I wander into the new dining room space we cleared and created this past week in readiness for my father’s first official visit. The room which used to be the medbay, although now our outhouse for the clinic is complete, we are freeing up space indoors. The village has come on a lot these past months and even though we know a move back to the valley is in the books, we still want this place to have a use. Some of our pack might want to live out here despite the Alpha and Luna returning to the main homestead. Sierra has already expressed desire to continue here with Radar now that she feels her position as Rema no longer requires her to oversee the reunited Santos. I think in all honesty she wants to relish in her new love and honeymoon period without grossing out her son.

I’ll be sad to leave our home behind but I know this is the start of a new chapter for all of us.

“So clean it’s sparkling. The grounds have been refreshed, everything scrubbed, and the manor is in top shape for this royal visit.” Meadow drolls with that sarcastic tone of hers. Standing with her head propped to one side as she scans all the details on her tick list. Still not onboard with an alliance between our kinds or accepting my father as a guest, but she’s trying. A lot of the pack are still reserving judgement until they see how life continues for themselves. This visit has already caused so much upheaval and mutterings among them.

“And Colton?” I ask, looking around for my invisible mate who has been AWOL since first light. Off doing whatever he does every day.

“Patrolling the grounds with Radar and Jasper. Still trying to acclimatize your brother into the pack and bickering with him at every opportunity. I swear it’s become a hobby for those two and they only hang out to argue.” Meadow sighs heavily and then goes back to her clipboard.

I can’t say I disagree. The past week has seen my brother move into the house of his own accord and spend all his spare time goading my mate into verbal spats. They’re always together and always fighting but don’t seem to think that giving one another space should be a thing. We offered him one of the village houses on the edge of the patrol line for some solitude, and yet he moved right across from our bedroom just to piss Colton off.

He was meant to be here to protect me, and yet I have barely seen him since he dropped off his luggage. I guess because I have kept Carmen close by in hopes that their proximity would help things along and she acts as a natural deterrent for his presence. He’s still holding out on her, and she’s so stubborn and hurt that she’s avoiding him like the plague. It’s frustrating to have two of them in a small space like this manor and yet see them never get within thirty feet of one another. I don’t understand why he’s being so certain about this given his acceptance to living here now.

“They’ll be here at noon. I have no idea what food we should serve, seeing as they are vampires.” Carmen appears almost by magical thought, hands on her hips and looking unusually beautiful in a simple white summer dress which flows around her legs in a carefree manner. Ethereal today and her blonde hair is almost golden like a halo of softness.

“Look, there was a time we didn’t think vampires could be out in the sun. Maybe they can eat human food too.” Meadow shrugs and both Carmen and I raise a brow in unison at her.

species…they eat human food?” Carmen widens her eyes to emphasize the words human and food and I start to giggle

it raw and they can suck it for all I care. I mean, who doesn’t like steak?” Meadows huffs

All pale skinned, sandy hair and blue eyes which hint at far off DNA in his past bloodlines. For once no

weight in steak in a three-minute sitting.” For Angelic mix breeds they lack anything good natured or pure in their genetic

Lychans, baby. The wolf DNA dominates everything

with that honeymoon glow, mate mark on show at her collarbone, and making me and Colton seem like we are not even lovers in comparison. I never knew Radar could be such a touchy feely, attentive, and mushy mate if I hadn’t seen it myself these past days. Glued together most of the time, and always touching. Sierra is like a new woman. Glowing, bubbling over with brightness, and her magical gifts seem to have ramped up to crazy levels. I guess all she needed

Lychan pack we pretty much fail. Most of our main hierarchy are mongrel bloods of mixed breeds. And I’m a freakin part human.” Carmen plops her ass on the edge of the new long polished dining table and tosses her hair casually over one shoulder, with that sassy

a shameful secret, instead something to celebrate, it seems so many have come forward to profess their childhood sins of being mixed breeds. All in all, it seems only about forty percent of the Santos can trace their blood truthfully through Lychan only. Another lie we were force fed all these years by Juan and his stupid ideals. It’s been refreshing though, to see them embrace their true selves and no longer hide hidden gifts

on her and swallows a little hesitantly. Not amused at her slip to insults concerning my father. “Chica, no offense but, I mean it’s what they do.” She points out and I shake my head at her with a

own chest and wink at her before going back to fixing the floral décor in the middle of the huge table. Letting it go and exhaling slowly to relieve

“True. I’ll stop talking.”

babies will follow the norm and be more Lychan than anything else. Being twins, I’m not sure if that will affect things but looking at Domi and Remi, who are almost identical in every way with dominant Lychan DNA, then maybe I am worrying for nothing. If Lychan vampire mixes had the traits of both, we would

combat pants and vest tops lately? The Lana Lane of the wolf world.” Meadow’s eyes and attention are on carmen now, as a subject change, appraising the

eye. She’s also more closed up and secretive than normal. Less chatty and

pay attention. If you need any pointers….” Meadow is all over that in an instant and stops in her tracks when Carmen flicks flower