Rejected Mate and Following Fate

The homestead is eerily silent since we returned. There’s been a strange atmosphere in the whole Homestead and even the village out back seems still and devoid of noise. Everyone is home licking their wounds, absorbing the reality of what we just did and went through, and homes are filled with warm reunions and an aura of hope. The air is lighter, brighter and the fog is completely gone. It feels like something huge is now settling to dust yet spirits are high despite the need for peace.

Colton is sat on the bed drying his hair after the third shower he took to rid himself of a weeklong buildup of debris, grime, and of course, Vampire blood. Something he does when he needs to think for a while, and I know he probably wanted space from me to let the remainder of his anger fizzles a little. Even though now, I’m laid on the bed behind him and he seems so much calmer than before.

I’m resting after a soak in the tub in our other bathroom where I took time to rid myself of all the vileness of our hectic adventure. It was weird taking time apart to get clean, but he’s been reserved since we came home, simmering from anger to sadness and a lot of up and down mood swings. I know he’s probably going through every memory a dozen times to really take in the fact he lost days of his life, when to him it was seconds of a blink of an eye. I know he’s processing and thinking it all through and I’m waiting for him to come out of his head before I approach him again

He stayed close, even though he needed space and he hasn’t been cold or anywhere near as mad as he was on the walk home, but I can tell he still has so much brewing and for my own sanity I am leaving him be.

Meadow is avoiding him too as the two of them are no longer talking. On returning home they had a huge showdown in the study, venting, arguing, stubborn meeting fire, and I know it was his way of letting everything out. His self-guilt, his feelings of failure and the knowledge of everything we have done without him here to protect us.

I know that seeing how he hurt me is killing him, his obvious distress and pain is overwhelming me, no matter how hard I try to reassure him that he couldn’t control what happened. He hasn’t said much about my pregnancy since things diffused again, but I guess given everything he has to process that maybe he doesn’t know how to react. I mean what could he say after the doctor checked me over and said I was perfectly fine. He looked relieved, held my hand, and then silently brought me up here to clean up and rest, making sure I was brought food even if he was still inwardly raging my way.

It’s hardly great timing and with my abilities held back and making me vulnerable, it only adds to his worry that I might get hurt or that worse could have happened out there. I get why he’s being like this, I do, but it has me so on edge and really not how I thought he would be when I got him back. I guess knowing just how overprotective and anal he is about my always being safe and pampered is confirmed with how much sulking he’s doing and how much he yelled at his Mom and Meadow. Colton has always been one to aggressively lash out when he was in the most emotional turmoil, even my way and now he’s brooding. I hope it doesn’t last long given how much I just want to curl up and be like we were before any of this happened.

I know him only too well, and as I watch that muscular body, now in sweats and fresh as a daisy despite being topless, I can still see how tight and rigid his muscles are. Carrying his tension and stress and I want so badly to smooth them out and roll up in his arms to relieve him. He’s avoiding touch too, to punish me for putting myself in danger, lugging my ass to another state, and heading a war against our own warriors. I’m majorly in the doghouse even though he did admit out there that the spell being broken wouldn’t have come about any other way.

Every one of the sub pack have gone to their rooms to clean up, after a brief emotional reunion downstairs too. Now they’ve gone to eat and rest before the arranged grand hall meeting where Colton intends to debrief the pack and tell them what happens now. Time out is where we are at and then we come together to talk about the future of the pack and the possibility this might be nearing the end of the Vampire battles. There’s just so much.

“You’re never this quiet for this long, you’re scaring me.” I finally break when he rests back on the edge of the bed away from me, my nerves and anxiety too much to bare anymore. I lift my foot and nudge him gently in the butt, pulling his attention back to me with a coy smile and a look on my face that I hope tugs at his heart strings. Full on puppy dog eyes and pouty lips because he’s being so distant and quiet, and I don’t like it one bit.

He turns and looks at me for a moment, making me hold my breath and I tense, wondering what’s to come next, but he sighs, and I find myself doing it with him. A sense of letting go in the air as his emotions finally merge with mine and some of that wall comes down a little, making me relax a touch. He pulls himself up and instantly crawls up the bed and lies down beside me, making the mattress dip so I roll towards him.

Stretching out to meet my position, he puts his palm on my abdomen gently, a stillness to his manner and I hold still and wait for him to make the moves, because I’m so unsure on how he’ll react. His eyes move to where he’s holding and yet his face is so hard to read and he feels me looking at him and avoids my eye contact. He pushes his face towards me, ducking down so I can’t see him, nuzzling in against my shoulder as his breath plays softly over the skin on show from my light nightdress. His presence alone warms me to my core and calms some of my inner anxiety, sinking against him and exhaling heavily, even though I know he’s unwilling to fully uncurl.

“There’s a lot……. My heads a little fried. I’m also sort of shellshocked about this.” he gazes at my stomach and blinks back the instant damp sheen on his eyes and exhales heavily once more. My heart skipping a beat or two with the slightest worry that maybe babies are not something he’s actually happy about and that’s why he’s being evasive and strange. We have never really talked about it and we were using precautions to avoid exactly this.

My heart flutters with the very real possibility that this isn’t just down to his guilt gnawing at his soul, but the fact he’s going to be a father and maybe it was never in the plan for him. I swallow heavily and try not to dwell on the slight chance, he’s devastated about it.

“Talk to me.” I nudge him, needing something more than quiet, and nuzzle closer. Inner anxiety growing as my insecure self shows face. My heart rate increases, and my palms get clammy as I try and appear neutral emotionally. I don’t want to burden him with a spew of feelings when he’s having a hard enough time deciphering his own, but it’s hard.

straight when we got home. That mind control and being trapped somewhere in a state of timelessness would affect them on some level, even if it only lasted a week. I don’t know

his bicep as a cushion. A familiar Colton move, one that soothes me a little and I try not to overthink this and instead focus on his touch. I snuggle in greedily, needing him more than air, his legs wrapping around mine until every inch of us touches intimately and he buries his mouth in my hair

where I tried to kill you, more than once. And

I mumble guiltily in a low voice and stretch my arms

chaos now we have reason to believe the vampires are receding… and you’re pregnant…. we’re pregnant! I’m going to be a dad.” He breaths out heavily as though this fact is still taking its time to filter through and is obviously the major one for him that’s

get it, I lived through it and I still haven’t really absorbed any of it. I just hate when you clam up and I can’t tell what you’re thinking, while your emotions are not helping me any. I can tell you’re sort of shocked, but there’s a lingering something I can’t decipher. I can feel it, it’s making me nervy and uptight and yet I don’t know what it is.” It comes out in a ramble, my heart pounding as my feelings get the better of me and turn me into a jittering wreck. I want to so badly just ask him if he hates the fact I’m pregnant, but I’m too scared to hear the answer.

Your father is royalty among … god, our enemy, Lorey. You’re a freaking vampire Princess and that just blows my mind. I’m not trying to close you out, I’m just… overwhelmed.” Which I

back from attacking our people so I guess, yes, the threat is going to end. We just haven’t had any word from Jasper or Darrius to confirm it, but the mountain had way less vampires than we both know were there before. So where did they go? And him….. once he knows I’m alive, what

father I loved, was not even my blood at all. That some lord, some creature out there, that I’ve never met who waged wars because of me is who I belong to. I can’t absorb it. I can’t get my

Colton sighs and instinctively squeezes me again, inhaling me as though he’s glad to be home again even though his reality meant he never left me. It’s odd. I guess him having my memories now means it’s messed

have no direction, and their abilities are stumped or something. She thinks whoever the

this downstairs when we first arrived back in a hurried conversation while Colton issued orders to the pack and dispersed them to their homes until eight pm. Then went nuclear at Meadow and Sierra and ended up

sunny day it feels like the events of dawn are a dream and the last week already becoming a blur that never really happened at all. If it wasn’t for the

back, but why leave any at all? Surely he would take them if

wolves would deal with them and get rid of his problem.” I got the impression from Leyanne’s conversations that vampires see halflings as dispensable and worthless and a lord wouldn’t think twice of leaving them to die. So not like wolves at all.

that we have only ever dealt with these crude half-bred demons all along and the real enemy, the ones like Darrius, are something we should always fear. We never really knew our enemy

as simple as it all seems.” Colton releases me a little and pulls my face up to him with a gentle finger under my chin. Leaning in to graze his lips over mine and it makes

need you downstairs.

plans and Colton lifts his head and frowns at me. Both of us knowing this can’t be good if we’re being

that Colton has. That when he wants to be with me alone, it’s a cardinal sin to interrupt us without him first giving the signal that they can. Colton gave strict orders to leave us be unless it was an emergency and Cesar wouldn’t disobey that if it wasn’t. My heart sinks and I almost pout at the loss of his lips near mine

I’m coming.

me fully, jumping to his feet to retrieve clothes and yanks a long warm robe out of the wardrobe for me. Despite my disappointment, my insides soar at the fact, even

a comfy nightdress after my soak, so a robe is a must and I get up and let him help me into it with a smile. Pushing my feet into slippers, blushing when he kisses me on the back of the head tenderly and follow him as soon as he throws his upper clothes on. I feel like we’re back to dating or being shy somehow, and I don’t get it at all. I know it’s

can tell by the scent that the sub pack are already convening in the study that used to be our room, away from the hall, in cozier confines. I pick up on every one of them as they recently passed through and follow Colton to our preferred nook

her. One sat either side of where she is and she’s making it clear she may remove body parts if they get too close. There’s an unmissable air of warning in her stiff upright posture. Her hostile glare at one