Rejected Mate and Following Fate

It feels like it's been hours since the doctor left, and I did exactly as I was told. I ate the food and I dressed in the grey sweats, and sweater, put on the socks, and oversized boots, which baffled me completely as to why I needed them and all the undergarments in the bag, and now I'm pacing my cell wondering if I imagined they had any importance. Maybe he really was just being thoughtful and giving me items to aid comfort, and I was looking for something that was not there because I am so desperate for an out. I rummaged the bag, and food, wondering if maybe he left some sort of something, like a key card for me, and came up with nothing except confusion, convincing myself I imagined it completely.

I can't stay here like this, watching her sleep the day away, and if all he is going to do is take tests and fill me in with stories that screw up my head, then this is hopeless. I'm trying to process all of it, and I can't swallow it right now, doing what I do best and pushing it to one section of my brain for a later date. When I can handle how awful it makes me feel. Right now, I need to stay focused and find a way out of here on my own.

When Juan gets here, I'm all but useless against him and his men and can't do crap about anything, especially not him, as long as this damn building holds my ability to turn captive. And Sierra over there 'hey thanks for rendering my gifts useless at a time in my life that I could actually really be using them, and then getting yourself knocked out so I can't access them. Stellar planning!'

A seer who doesn't predict the possibility of not being able to give a girl back what's hers if your beloved mate comatoses you! What kind of seer is that? And what kind of witch binds her own child and leaves them motherless for ten years if she saw it all coming? If Colton had the ability to see things, and not been bound, maybe he could have found her a long time ago and avoided all of this. None of this was smart planning on her part. It's really messed up.

I stop my erratic mind brewing and moving around, only to watch that same female come and tend to Sierra's machines, pausing my manic foot stomping around my small space as she disappears just as quickly without looking my way. I can sense her apprehension the whole time she's in there, keeping her eyes averted, obviously uncomfortable they have a prisoner down here and I watch closely at what she does before scampering off, acting like I wasn't over here staring. Not that she did much to watch. Pressed some buttons, check some fluids, move Sierra's bed up and down, and rearrange her position to avoid sores. Prop her pillows, and turn her on her side, before pressing some more buttons, changing her bed sheet, and leaving her alone again. Basic care, and nothing too exciting. I guess I'm thankful they do at least show her some compassion and tend to her frequently, turning her and such.

No matter how much I stand and glare like some kind of creepy psychopath at Sierra, nothing is waking that woman up, let alone will power. I can't imagine what eight years in an induced coma has done to her to be honest. What state her mind and body would be if we did wake her up and now, I'm starting to doubt if that is plausible at all. For all I know, the drugs over the years have wasted her mind to mush anyway. Her body has been inactive for so long that I'm assuming instant recovery is not going to happen, and if she's even capable of being woken after so long. In a building where her powers have been bound, then she's mortal and susceptible to all the damage and harm an induced coma would do to a human in eight years.

Not to mention the fact she's lost almost a decade of her life, and what would coming to do to her now? Last time she saw Colton he was a nine-year-old boy, and now he's a stocky, arrogantly handsome man … or the making of one anyway. That is bound to mess her up and disorientate her if she wakes up, and ten years ago was just yesterday in her mental timeframe. The world has changed so much, and her mate has brought our mountain to ruin in that time. Our people are divided by class, and worth, and the Santos rule with fear. 

wake her up. Maybe she left some other way for me to

train of thought is interrupted as a lunch trolley is pushed down from the elevator, and left outside my door shortly after the woman exits, but the guard, another Santo looking asshole, shrugs at me with a distasteful smug expression, butts up against the glass

and it gets cold. Enjoy. Not that I would advise eating it later." He smirks, clearly happy with his sad position of power. A total omega wolf, low pecking

kick by leaving it out of reach, I don't even want it. I ate the food earlier, and it does confuse me that the doc would insist I ate that, and not this, it's not really

I can almost taste his dislike, and the creepy way he's eyeing me up like a main course on his dinner menu, giving me

extra energy boosts. I mean, if the chase in the forest was anything to go by." I give him the same friendly passive aggressive attitude that I give Deacon, and he grins, ear to ear, as though he's too stupid to realize it was a dig. Annoyingly smug, and if he wasn't such a jerk, he would

doing that. Comparing every hot Latino to him, then finding fault because it's not him. I get it. I still give a rat's ass and I still miss him constantly, and every dark haired, dimpled, and dreamy eyed, hot Colombian, brings him back to the forefront, but god…. timing. If he was Colton, he would let me out in a heartbeat, and he would never throw such a smug look at me for something so absurd. If Colton was here, he would know what to do about this whole mess, he always seems wiser, like he has the answers and he probably would be handing this idiot

youth. Apart from that one time he shoved me out of his way for epically tripping in front of him and his entire rabid crew, he never really went out of his way to be any kind of ass to people for no reason. He was always so effortlessly superior and seemed aloof, and

he was not very sociable with those outside of his sub pack, because that's not who I know now and his memories, they don't show an asshole like that either. Colton doesn't like to get close to people outside his own circle, and I guess it's because he lost so many in the war, and

weight of responsibility on his shoulders that one day he will lead. He follows the rules, the laws, and the word of the Alpha without conflict, as he's meant to, and even puts all of that over his own desires. I guess a leader does have to be that way, ingrained greatness, where his heart can't always lead and it only further