Rejected? Deuces! A Gay Werewolf Novella

“His lips ripe like a strawberry.”

“His hair like the night.”

“And his skin and eyes the color of copper that glows in the moonlight.”

The Eight Elites of the Supernatural (or simply the Eight, as many like to call him) were standing around the bed of their fallen mate they have chosen as they have been since they learned of how he was treated by the foolish and arrogant Regan Zallenda, the newest pariah of all the supernatural communities and the blacklisted man of all of the USA’s supernatural people.

“You don’t think that Carson might be too damaged to wake up from this coma, do you?” Francesco, the Alpha angel, said in his thick Portuguese accent. “I mean, the doctors did warn all of us that Carson had severe head trauma and that his now-human frame cannot withstand all the pain, so they had to let him rest in a medically induced coma.”

“But the medical part of the coma is now over, and now he’s just in a life-or-death coma that can only be broken by a kiss from his first mate,” Alain, the redheaded merman said, sneering at the thought of Regan kissing the boy, only for the fool to kill him again. “I have half a mind to go to those dungeons and kill him myself if not for my merman side wanting to be by my mate’s bedside.”

“I agree,” Zechariah nodded, his eyes narrowed in silts and turning to his dragon’s rose gold. “Just the thought of the fool killing our midnight rose makes me want to set the whole city o Denver on fire.”

“But then, we’d have to be at war and be accused of treachery ourselves,” Quentin reminded his other mates and best friends. “Our job right now is to be by Carson’s side and embrace for either his death or him waking up and coming back to us.”

The room was silent, save for the beeps of the monitors and the heavy and labored breathing by the bandaged Carson, who was surrounded by various flowers in vases, stuffed animals, cards, monetary gifts, and jewelry from not just the Eight but also from various pack members, human doctors and visitors, and even dignitaries from across the USA and around the world. A few asshole paparazzi members tried to sneak past the guards that were outside to try and scare the poor soul awake and make him look like the bad guy.

But they were easily subdued with a few strong words (and a few blows) by the female guards (both of them representing Ciara’s pack and also gifting Carson a new Cadillac sedan).

“I wonder what’s going on in his head right now,” Gavin asked, walking over to freshen up a bouquet of white daffodils. “I mean, he’s more than likely waiting for his release from the void between the living and the afterlife, but I wonder if he’s thinking about anyone here.”

“I bet that he’s still healing from the emotional scars,” Nicholas piped up, fixing the bow of a nearby stuffed zebra that was at the foot of the bed. “Poor boy. He never really had much of a chance at the Four Aces Pack. If not for Harvey, Delia, Ciara, and a few other wolves taking pity on him and making sure to take care of him, he might have been driven to suicide.”

“Ciara did say that he was still strong enough to avoid the thought of wanting to end his life,” Dominic replied. “She said that he promised himself that he would never let the thought of suicide dare break him. he also promised that he’d keep on fighting and braving through the torture of those betas and the tears he cried. Nothing but the hands of the Moon Goddess leading him to his rest would break his promise.”

“He was a blessing for the Gia girl and her daughters after she lost Andrew to Rogues,” Ferdinand piped up. “He treated those ladies like the queens and princesses they deserved to be. And it saddens me that their lives were cut short by some fool who needed to stay in bed, not drunk-driving like a bat out of hell. Thank the Goddess Lady Marianna turned the prick to a toad.”

“Well, the main thing to worry about is how will that Regan boy will make his move to try and kill off our mate,” Alain replied, gripping his trident in anger. “He dares lay one finger on him and I’ll turn him into sushi.”

“I heard that,” drawled a motherly and plump Black nurse as she and another female nurse came into the room. “I can see why y’all are wanting to make our boy here your mate. I bet y’all can make him happy. But I’ll need y’all to scoot for a few minutes. Lainey and I need to run some tests.”

“We can’t leave him,” Zechariah said. “He’s-”

“He’ll be fine,” Lainey promised, a smirk in her eyes. “Why don’t you Eight get a bite to eat and you can come back to check in on him?”

The Eight Elites eyed Lainey with suspicion before begrudgingly leaving the room. “I don’t trust her,” Gavin said. “I think that Lainey’s a spy for that Regan boy.”

“Don’t be silly,” Francesco said, though his look of concern agreed with the world as they passed the female guards. “But we’ll need to-”

“Lainey, what the-” the Black nurse yelled out angrily.

“This is for the REAL Alpha of the Four Aces,” they heard Lainey spat as they raced back into the room and saw the brunette nurse holding a syringe in her hands and sneering down at Carson. “The runt must die!”

BANG!

Lainey fell to the ground in cold blood as she died from a gunshot to the head.

“Who shot her?” Nicholas said, looking around.

“That’ll be me,” drawled a female voice.

The eight and the motherly nurse turned around to see a statuesque blonde dressed in black leather holding a gun. “Name’s Bianca Albritton, lady and gentlemen, and the hunters who obey the code had a feeling that Lainey Carson- a rogue hunter and ally for Regan herself- might do this. So consider this my gift to Carson over there. Is he okay?”

“Thankfully, she didn’t inject whatever it was that she planned to kill him with,” the nurse said gratefully. “Name’s Cathy Sue, by the way.”

“Charmed,” Bianca said as she motioned for two more hunters to come in and retrieve the body while a janitor came in to quickly clean up the mess. “And I’ll have more security beef up the perimeter.”

“Thank you,” Quentin breathed. “And give my regards to Lady Jocelyn and the Altimare Hunter coven, please, for all of us.”

“Sure thing,” Bianca said. “Now, you boys get a bite to eat and I’ll guard Carson over here. We Hunters all know his story and we pledge our allegiance to his dads and Alpha Ciara of the Four Aces.”

The boys nodded, leaving the door with rage in their eyes and relief in their hearts. “We need to prepare for what’s to come,” Ferdinand said, hissing as his fangs elongated.

“You think that Regan might be planning his escape?” Alain snarled. “That bastard!”

“Gather all the troops who pledge to protect our mate,” Zechariah boomed. “Tell them to meet us here at a conference room and inform the Kings of the Wolves. Regan Zallenda, you will die for your sins!”

And judging on how the other patients and doctors saw them storming through the halls to eat at the cafeteria, they were sure that war was going to be raged. And the hospital needed to guard the comatose boy with their lives and with everything they had. Because if Regan did kill Carson... there will be blood.