Rejected Mate and Following Fate

"I need a location, so Colton can help us." I sound odd, strained, and my voice is husky, and hoarse, hinting at tears I'm refusing
to shed. I can't deny this is awful, but we need his help.
"Oh goodness, that was quick, and it worked. Clever girl. Yes, location, of course, we're fifteen miles or so from the Hackuuh
mountain base, north of Rennington. We head south for a good forty miles from here and we end up meeting the route ten to
Normansville. Is that accurate enough?" The doctor scratches his head and goes back to grabbing the steering wheel with both
hands before peering back out into the darkness, illuminated only by our headlights. I shrug at him and turn away to focus on the
link.
Colton, we're fifteen miles or so from the Hackuuh mountain base, north of Rennington. He has us heading south, he says we're
forty miles from getting to the route ten to Normansville. Does that help?
The directions mean nothing to me as someone who never ventured out of the valley until recently. I try and only focus on details
and not the overwhelming emotions he's passing this way, or the way my own heart rate is pounding sky high and my legs are
trembling at being connected to him. It's a bittersweet agony and I'm totally hopeless to defend myself from it.
The Hackuuh? You're not that far, god damn it, Lorey. You're the feeling that I should go south east? And yet I still didn't find
you!...... Tell him to stick to that route, we can meet you as soon as you hit route ten and escort you to where we've been staying.
It's not far. If we get there first, we'll head in towards you and hopefully meet sooner.
I knew Colton would push everything he was feeling aside and pull through. It's what he does, and why one day he'll make a
formidable leader. His heart always secondary to what he feels is responsibility and what he has to do. The curse that made him
choose her over me. Despite everything, even thinking I've someone to replace him, he's still helping. No hint of malice or telling
me to go away. I feel kind of guilty about letting that deception stay between us, but I can't quite bring myself to put him right and
I sure as hell can't tell him over link that his mother is with us. I don't have the words. He's going to find out soon enough as it is.
"Stay on track to route ten and they'll meet us, show us where to go.... We're going to be okay." I tap the doctor's arm, seeing the
sag of relief as my words filter in and he nods, exhaling a breath he's probably been holding all this time. I guess I do too,
because we can't outrun the facility pack, but with Colton and the subs, they won't have a chance of getting at Sierra. It's safety,
and success, with very little effort. We need to get to them and let Colton take over.
It does feel weird to know he kept looking though, and admitting something was pulling him where I was, that's odd. Maybe it
was his mother finally calling to him too, and nothing to do with me, and I do find it strange he said they were staying somewhere

else and not the mountain. I guess Juan has them scouring further afield for Vampires, and Colton has been using it to also look
out for me in case we crossed paths.
Please tell me you have the sub pack with you... I have at least a pack of nineteen coming, this might be a fight.
I add in afterthought, a sudden fear he might come alone, eating me.
What the hell did you do? Who are they? Not that it matters right now, because I'll rip them a new one and yes, the sub pack and
then some.... You've missed so much, Lorey. I have so much to fill you in on.
Likewise.
I sigh internally and mouth it to myself. I dread it even more knowing that I also have to add my lineage to the list of things Colton
should know about. That nausea chokes me again and I try to push it down and concentrate on the act of breathing in and out.
I can't get into it right now, honestly, it's better I show you when we meet, so you can see for yourself and you can tell me then.
For now, I need to unlink Colton...this is ...hard.... and we have a tough road to navigate out of this damn forest. I'll link you
when we hit route ten, please, understand.... It's just easier to not try and explain anything until I see you. You'll understand
when you see.
I'm being a coward. I know if we stay linked while passing miles to meet, I might tell him stupid things, and work myself into a
mess of tears, and love confessions, and tell the idiot how much I miss and love him still, despite what he's done, and the fact it
can never go anywhere. Or I might tell him about his mother, and have to deal with the fall out of Colton self-imploding, and I am
not strong enough for that, or for keeping linked to him when I really want to curl up and cry. It's too raw having him back in my
head like we've never been apart, and I'm so not equipped to deal with my own feelings on top of his shining through. It's a see
saw ride and I have a lot to process.
Promise me you'll re-link the second you hit the route, I hate this not being able to reach you bullshit, it shouldn't be this way. I
don't care what or who he is.... I fucking love you, and nothing changes that.
That part shocks me, especially the hostile way he rasps it at me like it's a threat and not a love declaration. Jealousy well and
truly piquing in a way he can't control, and it ignites mine, along with the urge to snap back at him. 'So much that you marked
Carmen, huh?'. It chokes me up and I unlink him without responding at all. Cutting him off before I lose my shit at him and
compromise our run to safety. That inner rage igniting every time I think of the four days after leaving, and that undeniable sign
that he betrayed me. He betrayed us. It's not something I can forget, or ever forgive.

It has the desired effect of pulling my head out of my wallowing, love sick, ass and instead of soppy weak longings, I now want to
rip his head off for being a possessive shithead who thinks he still has a right to me. For swearing at me about this when he
should be groveling.
"Ughhhh. He has a god damn cheek, telling me HE is not mad at ME!!" I let rip, startling the poor doctor and the fright almost
makes him swerve us into a bush. "You know what, he should be more concerned with how mad I am at HIM and afraid,
because I'm the one who will rip him a new something when I see him! He should be the one getting sworn at and shielding off
hostility, not me!!!"
The doctor flattens a palm to his chest as though trying to calm the heart failure I inflicted, and he casts me a concerned smile. A
flicker of confusion crossing his features.
"Good conversation, I take it?"
He gets a darkening thunderous scowl aimed his way. My look of unimpressed and breathing in raspy short breaths as my
temper rages a little higher. I think it's an after effect of holding my anxiety in while linking and now the damn breaks.
"He loves me PAH!....and he doesn't care who I'm with, like he has any say in that respect, when he pushed me out and made
me leave and then, before even a week had passed, he had some skanky puta in his bed and finalizing the marking that should
have been with me! Ughhhhh. Is he conveniently forgetting all of that? Is he that dense and that much of a condescending
hypocrite!!" I'm venting, so wound up with our interaction and triggered over the stupidest part of it. Hating on him, as some sort
of emotional response, and oozing fury so that I start wriggling about in my seat manically, waving my hands around and kicking
the dash.
"Skanky what now?" The doctor rubs his head, eyes darting to me and the road and tries hard to make sense of my ranting.
"You know what? ...If I didn't need that jerk for Sierra's sake then he could go kiss my ass and get used to the fact I was dust in
his future. Not a chance of ever making me come back, and you know what he had the nerve to say? Do you?" I shout it at the
poor doc, getting a wide-eyed shake of the head and half shrugged response.
"I wouldn't like to hazard a guess, but I'm presuming something that piqued a nerve, or ten." It's a semi sarcastic yet wary reply
with a feeble smile.
"He said 'I hate this not being able to reach you bullshit and it shouldn't be this way'" I mimic Coles slightly accented dialect in a
mocking male low tone, bouncing my shoulders as I say it in pretense macho'ness, and kick the dash in fury when I let it out,

hurting my own toes inside my boot and it only makes me madder. "He is the god damn reason I LEFT! Oh my god, why the hell
did I think that running straight back to that complete dumbass was the best plan of things. I should have known he would only
piss me off completely."
"Don't kill me for the suggestion, but maybe because he is the best option and, you two clearly have a few issues that need to be
resolved. He may be marked elsewhere, but it does sound like his heart is still fully invested here, and your overdramatic
response screams you love him still." The doc points at my chest, meaning my heart and I shake my hands out in frustration. I
want to show him what over dramatic looks like as the urge to air punch the doc out of the truck hits me, for that less than helpful
observation.
"Colton's heart has never been the problem. It's his big, stupid, inflated head, that big dumb brain that sits in there, taking up
space and telling him to do the right thing for everyone else in the pack, except him.... and me. That's the only issue we have
and it's a non-resolvable one."
Reverting to juvenile insults because Colton really does make me feel wacko sometimes. Like back after the imprinting when he
left me alone for two weeks, and then just showed up in my head like some swooning Romeo and screwed me all up. Why didn't
he let me die that night?
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but surely marking another would completely dissipate your link and the feelings he has for you?" The
doctor is trying to tug me back to a sense of calm with a little question time, but I'm not biting. Too absorbed in my self-rampage
of Colton dislike, because I have needed to do this for weeks.
"We imprinted, no one knows.... and in the whole history of fated mates, no one has ever rejected the bond and not marked. Just
that dip shit Colton, so I don't know if it's meant to dissolve the link, or whatever, but it didn't. Clearly!" I spit it out, turning away
and banging my forehead off the side window in a bid to calm down.
"Then maybe...."
"Don't okay. I know what I felt, and I don't want to talk about him anymore, until I have to see his stupid face. Can we just drive
and not talk? Please." I bite my tongue, so many more words poised and ready to spew out, but this is getting me nowhere fast.
"That's fine by me, my dear. This is a difficult path to follow and I should probably concentrate on that." The doctor relents,
probably relieved to have an excuse to not engage with the hormonal psycho making this time worse than it needs to be and I do
suddenly get hit with a wave of remorse at taking it out on him.

"Fine... suits me fine!" I lower my tone and try for softer, but I sound like a sulking child and shut myself up. I slump back against
my headrest, exhaling heavily and stare out the window once more, pulling my legs up to curl under me on the oversized truck
chair, bubbling, and boiling up inside and begin counting down the minutes to seeing that asshat. Listing all the things in my head
I deserve to punch him in the groin for.
It's the only way to pass the time, as I'm not ready to simmer and douse these flames I have burning for that jerk. I start
compiling a list with a lot of bones I have to pick. Starting with a major one! Betraying me with that skanky puta while claiming he
loves me.