Rejected Mate and Following Fate

Chapter 42: The Past

"What?" it's like every cell in my body stops as a deathly silence fills the air, shock stilling my thoughts, my lungs ceasing to move, and you can hear a pin drop as his words sink in slowly…. so fucking slowly.

Juan executed my family. They didn't die in battle.

That's a lie, it can't be true because they weren't the only pack to never return. The entire Whyte line, among others, they all died protecting our kind. It was a war for god's sake, and we had many casualties. Did Juan kill them all too?

The doctor has to be playing me, lying to mess with my head for some kind of ulterior motive and I'm falling for it. Maybe it's a test to see if I'm strong enough to turn, despite being in this isolation tank. Maybe I was wrong to trust him, and this is all a ploy to break me down and get intel he thinks I may have… but how would he know her name?

I take a much-needed breath as I begin to suffocate under the pressure of my own mounting emotions, realizing I wasn't inhaling or letting it go. I take a moment to let it sink in, my head spinning as my brain tries to dissect and makes sense of each word and how it comes together in what he just said. I don't know how to react; cry, rage, scream, laugh? I sit here like a numb dead weight staring at him as though he just told me the world is ending and we're to wait here to die. Momentarily devoid of feeling as shock fills the void.

It has a different effect on my body though, and for a second, I think I might throw up. I wretch, my body lurching, and as it all spins out of control and I have to lift my heels to the edge of the bed so I can prop my head between my knees to ground myself. Swallowing down the rush of salvia that clogs my throat and breathing through the waves of nausea.

"I'm sorry…. my memory is not what it was, but the gist is that Juan was eliminating the possibility of a prophecy coming to fruition… a white wolf Queen, rising from the shadows to reign the people in a victorious and united future. Juan believed your mother was going to dethrone him, after she proved herself a worthy warrior on the battlefield and led many a victorious attack on your enemy by uniting the packs. Your kind were losing the war, and she turned it around… your mother, she was gifted, and special, and more powerful than he could ever dream of being. The kind of specimen I could only dream of being able to study." He sounds concerned, regretful, apologetic, all at once, but it's all meaningless noise and I just keep coming back to it, over and over.

and I suffered, not

salty tears roll down my cheeks and I sit absorbing a history I never knew, as the pieces are laid out before me. Confused with the conflicting statement to what I've always been told, and a fire of rage building inside of me slowly to overcome the icy cold that has spread through my nerve endings. It's like a drip, drip, as it's fed and allowed to grow slowly. It warms my belly and spreads across my pelvis and down my limbs, something growing inside of me so all-consuming

to kill both mates with one blow, and sadly an uneven pairing as that was her only downfall. It's a rather sad travesty, that even your strongest is only as strong as the mate bonded to them in the end and highlights the importance of why they shun the impure. He then ordered his own sub pack to hunt down and

constricting as tears bite my eyes and the words wound my soul. Sliced open

at the first battle. Not strong enough, fast enough, not

All lies.

and his trusted, his sub pack, his elders, his closest. Those he now wears like a shroud, to lead from behind on the mountain. Which meant Sierra saw it all too, as his Luna, she was by his side at all times and followed him into battle. None of them jumped to defend her

hand and I cannot contain the fury growing within me as my mind puts the pieces together and it all begins to add up. The return of the wolves saw everything change, and the children like me, ripped from guardian's families who had vowed to care for us, and pushed into that home. Except me…

Santo wolves who spread the word that the war was almost lost because of our blood lines. They told them none of us should be revered as fallen

stare at the doctor as I lift my head, catching the wariness in his eye as he sees the expression on my face and hesitates about moving away a

twisting knife of pain devours me as it really does sink and coarse through every cell of my body that Juan did the most unthinkable thing of all, broke our

A story? A fable… that hadn't even come to fruition. He thought HE could overpower the fates and take what he

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