Rejected Mate and Following Fate

Chapter 49: You're safe

"Alora, I believe that may be our escort. This is route ten." The doctor nudges me lightly, snapping me out of my long weird daydream in which I bludgeoned Carmen to death with Colton's running shoes, before handing them back to him and walking off into the sunset with a flip of my finger, and I sit upright startled to reality. Heart missing a beat and full on nerves smacking me in the stomach.

There's a convoy of headlights heading our way in the now pitch-dark, long road, stretching ahead, dazzling us slightly as they approach, along what seems to be a long empty highway, lined with dense trees on either side of us. I hadn't even noticed the change in terrain when we got off the dirt track and got onto an actual road. My insides tighten, tense, and painfully pray it is who it is.

I lift the veil and link him, in case we're not at where they are yet, and this is someone I should be worried about. I don't see any other vehicles on the road.

Colton please tell me that's you, the convoy heading towards the military truck on route ten?

I hold my breath, pausing as nervous energy overtakes and straining to see beyond the blinding lights, but it's too dark to make out if the trucks are Santo at all. All I can tell is there is a succession of them as they weave slightly, and headlights peek out on the route ahead.

It's us. You're safe. Pull over.

That husky warm flow of assurance as I hear him inside my mind and I relax a little, letting out the breath I was holding in anticipation. He sounds weird, tense, and maybe still a little annoyed, probably from obsessing over my 'boyfriend' in the last half hour, or however long we've been driving. I've been silently staring out the window, lost in my own head, and the doc just kept ploughing on heading north. No concept of time.

Shouldn't we just follow you?

I query, confused that with the possibility of a pack on our tail that he should want us to stop and not keep moving. I don't understand why he would expect us to.

PULL. OVER!

It's a sharp command, not a request. No hint of polite, or even trying to explain. In that bossy, arrogant, snarly, I am pissed tone, that verges on his alpha gift and I wonder what the hell is eating him. From seemingly calm, and logical, to idiot in a millisecond, all because I questioned him. Maybe he is like his father after all, and that gives me the unyielding urge to tell him where to get off. It brings back my rage from earlier and I spin my head to the doctor with attitude.

the mood to argue about it." I sound like a petulant child, eye rolling as I flick my hand at the oncoming vehicles and the doc

the doc looks tired and weary, and maybe he needs a commander right now, more than I do. The doctor pulls us over to the side of the highway and brings us to an immediate stop, waiting, and watching, as the distant vehicles shrink the

He moves first, gets up and shifts into the back of the truck, exhaling and stretching with relief when he gets to the standing

sudden heavy nervous tension of seeing him again, and the rising flames of temper and accusation, because he's being a jerk about it, and I hate him. It's hard to put the

I can't sit at peace and his getting closer is like waiting on a tornado hitting your house and knowing there'll be carnage. Colton is the tornado and my heart is my home. I have

my breath and take a few seconds to re-center myself. I need some Dutch courage and some mood levelling before that moment of reunion with him. I inhale and blow it out heavily, hearing doors opening and slamming, and footsteps, and I know I should just do it. Bite the bullet, walk right out to him. I move out from behind the truck, walking along and turning up the side to head towards doc's door.

large figure, cutting down from this side and yelp with the collision. Knocked back momentarily, not really hurt,

look at one another for a crazily heavy, and lengthy, loaded second, so much translating in the moment and then he lurches

me. He knocks the wind out of me with the intensity of his embrace, hugging me in completely, and burying his face in the crook of my neck, snugly united, and highlighting how perfectly he fits to me. He squeezes almost all the

right his touch is. Heartbreakingly so. I melt, my head getting hazy with this need to let him hold me, and I have to swallow back the overwhelming surge of emotion that has my heart rate hitching, and my breathing getting shallow. Biting back instant tears, and I taste my weakness shining through, urging

place. Pushing his face against mine so we're cheek to cheek, but his nose grazes my shoulder and I hear, and feel him inhale and release with

escape. I almost fade out into

anger that comes shooting out at speed and hit him right in the abdomen with enough force I send him reeling back. His arms impulsively splaying out to stop himself and he manages to

betraying asshole has a mate out there who wouldn't be too pleased to see how he's behaving with another femme. Even if I was his fated mate

you think you are, huh? That you can just yell at me, make demands, and then come walking on over here to grab me like that? Like you don't have a shit load of apologizing to do." Its fury building from inside of me, aching to be released, and his

through for weeks on end, trying to find you, and this is the thanks I get? You asked me to come! I'm beyond happy to see you. Excuse me for wanting to react and touch you, when you're all I

anymore. Now shut up and let me past. I have to tell him you're here! He's probably hiding in the back already, wondering what the hell is going on." I make an attempt to get by him, to head for the front of the truck, but he steps right at me, blocking me so I bang into his torso and have to step back. Full on aggression mode initiated and

to fuck him up!" It's a vicious jealous outburst, fueled with a sudden searing rage that even I can feel flowing from him as he springs back to me, almost shadowing me he gets that close, bringing his nose down to mine, eyes burning bright, and

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