Rejected Mate and Following Fate

"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.
"Our lord and commander says stop. He obviously has some reason to make us pull over, and he doesn't sound like he's in 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 raises a
brow and then frowns instead.
"Better not disobey an irate alpha in the making. If he's anything like his mother, I would say it's better to accept a request and
question later." It's an almost submissive stance to take, but 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 gap between us, and the tension becomes unbearable.
"I'll quickly check on Sierra, make sure she's' still tubed and everything is plugged in." He moves first, gets up and shifts into the
back of the truck, exhaling and stretching with relief when he gets to the standing room part of the back. I watch him for a
second, but my own anxiety as I can feel Colton getting closer almost makes me combust.
"I need air." I point out, opening my door and hopping out before I scream. I'm overcome with the 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 Carmen thing aside when I'm going to come face to face with the cheating ass once more.
I expected maybe some sort of sweet directions, not bitchy commands, and aggression from him. My own turbulent emotions are
strangling me, and I have this newfound energy buzzing through my limbs suddenly. 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 no chance.
As the first of the vehicles pull up along the side ours and disappears behind the bulk of our vehicle, I lose my nerve completely,
turn, and walk to the rear of ours into the darkness, around the back to catch 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. Head in chaos, eyes on the
ground as my sight adjusts to nocturnal and I watch where I'm stepping.
I walk smack bang with a certain amount of whack into the black dressed, very large figure, cutting down from this side and yelp
with the collision. Knocked back momentarily, not really hurt, but definitely winded, my heart skipping a beat which instantly
makes my legs go weak, and my insides lurch in surprise.

"Lorey?" Colton's tone drops completely, almost a breathy whisper as I jump back and stare.... wide eyed, lost for words. We just
sort of stand and look at one another for a crazily heavy, and lengthy, loaded second, so much translating in the moment and
then he lurches forward, partially shadowed out so I can't make out his face perfectly. He grabs me by the wrist and yanks me to
him forcefully.
I don't get a chance to react, or recoil, because all I get is a flash of glowing amber eyes appearing in that darkened face, and
then I'm completely cocooned in strong arms and molded to a hot hard body that makes me feel small and precious. Wrapped up
tight, unable to resist the way he lassos 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 air from me with the force of his hug, not a single part of me that's not pressed to him. His breath tickles
and tingles my skin as it makes it way under the neckline of my sweater and I'm dazed by the speed in which he absorbed me
into his body.
I'm not going to lie and say it didn't make me momentarily forget everything except how he feels, how good he smells, and how
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 me to wrap myself up and tell him how much I missed him.
He squeezes me half to death, arms tightly wound around my upper body and waist, a hand comes around the back of my neck,
under my hair to hold me in 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 the same depth of relief I did. That strong contentment of finally finding home and
sinking into it deliciously. Savoring these few seconds of finally getting what you've been craving for, needing, for weeks.
I almost cave, my limbs aching to curl around him to get lost in everything that's good about him. So caught in the heady
sensation of being back in his arms as he wraps me up, like a mouse caught in a snake's death grip, with no hope of escape. I
almost fade out into nothing, but feelings of tingles, warm inner waves, and butterflies, and senses of belonging, when something
mentally slaps me in the face and reminds me what a shit head he is. Carmen's smug face in my mind's eye and the pain I felt
four days after I left him.
I shove him back, with a little more power than I'm used to, a gush or surge of that misty energy conjuring from the intense 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 stay upright, even though it's obvious I managed to throw him off.
That look of utter shock that I just overpowered him, and about landed him on his ass, and my surge of aggression, when he
thought snuggling was on the cards.

I don't quickly forget that 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 once upon a time.
"Don't touch me! Who the hell do 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 simmering to low glow eyes fire right back up, like two very terrifying orange beacons in the pitch black. I
can almost feel mine glowing in response and it feels good to let my inner wolf peek again.
"Are you kidding me right now? Do you know how much shit I've been 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 have thought about for weeks." my anger seems to feed his, and instead of love confessions and apologies, I'm
getting asshole Colton. Sometimes I forget he's a Santo, and then he swoops right back in and reminds me what an arrogant,
douchebag, that whole bloodline is.
"I didn't ask you to look for me all those weeks, so don't even with that bullshit. And You.... YOU are the reason I left, so no, I
owe you no thanks and give no shits about whatever you've suffered in the meantime. You don't get to touch me 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 he's towering over me menacingly.
"Him? .... About HIM! Whoever he is, whatever the fuck he is to you, I'm going 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 in turn I slap him in the abdomen.
"No, you fucking won't. Stop being an idiot. Just shut up and get out of the way." I push him again and this time, he doesn't
budge. His obvious mood is worse than mine and he sticks his ground and stays as intimidating as ever, right in my face. That
low growl of wolf coming through at me.
"You're mine! ..... not anyone else's and if I have to take down an asshole who thinks he changes that, then I will. We are not
done, you and I. He is about to learn that. I'm not even playing, Lorey, I will kill that mother fucker where he stands." I've never
seen Colton like this, I can almost taste the fury pulsing from his every pore as he loses a slight ounce of control and his teeth
start to peek. I'm only making him worse and this is not the best version to introduce to the doc, or his mom. Even I feel a little
tiny ounce of fear at this version and I think maybe, I pushed him a little far with this whole other man thing. I need to calm things
down, and not bite, even though his statement makes me want to rip his throat out. This isn't helping any of us.

"I'm not yours, so you have no right to make any kind of threats. Not anymore. And stop okay. It's not like that, you just need to
calm down and not scare him. He's human, and he's not the reason I asked you to meet me." I recoil some of my own anger, my
voice softening as best as I can with this internal constant pain, reminding me to never ever let my stupid heart soften for him
again.
I catch the hemline of Colton's black hoody, yanking him with me instead of still trying to get past him, and change tactic. I turn
and head for the back, to the rear of the truck, pulling him when he stubbornly holds still, fighting me for a moment and then he
relents and follows. The aggression and pain oozing from him has me all kinds of uptight, but I bang on the back door of the
truck to let the doc know I'm back here and I hear the lock slide open.
Colton bristles instantly. I almost feel him get ready to pounce into fight mode as we're about to come face to face with a guy he
deems a threat to our mate bond, as ridiculous as he's being, and the door swings open. I equally posture in readiness; in case I
might have to intervene and defend doc from an angry wolf attack. Fully prepared to take Colton on to save doc's life, after all I
owe him.
The doctor peeks his head out warily, seemingly having heard our conversation and his white pallor makes him almost glow in
the darkness, a worried expression all over his face. He gets it wide enough to pop head and shoulders out fully and Colton goes
from poised, lethal killing machine stance, to a sudden complete 'what the hell' expression in seconds. He looks from him to me,
and back again, as all manner of confusing expressions flicker across his face.
"Doctor, ummm?" He seems to be dragging his memory as he says it, staring at doc like he can't quite believe what he's seeing
and trying to remember that mouthful of a name. That hostile jealous need to maim him dies an instant death, as he realizes
there is no way in hell, I'm looking to mate up with someone older than my parents. I feel it wash away, and the surge of relief
that bubbles over affects me too, taking the edge off my own anger and realize half the time I don't even know whose mood is
who's, as we feed one another and react. My aggression slides away like I got hosed down with a cool jet in a heatwave.
"Ahhh, dear boy, you remember me. Look at you all grown up and rather hunky. You are very tall for a Santo. Wow, you certainly
did beef up somewhat, did you not. Look at those shoulders. I bet you can bench press ten of Alora on a bad day. Such a
specimen!" The doctor and his usual inappropriate babbling to diffuse an otherwise awkward situation and I shove Colton aside
and yank the door the rest of the way. Impatient to rip this band aid off completely and show him what we brought him here for.
"Excuse me." I ask the doc politely, suggesting he let me by and stop shielding the contents of the truck, and he shuffles aside as
I climb up, getting halfway up the high step when Colton lays his hands on my waist, gripping me lightly, and pushes me up the
last distance. It both riles me that he thinks I need his help like some feeble girl who didn't survive alone for weeks in the
wilderness, and yet makes my heart ache that he still, even mad and confused, wants to take care of me.

God, I hate him sometimes.
"Colton, come." I command, knowing in this darkness the inside of the truck is pitch black and he has no idea who lies inside
until he gets up and his nocturnal view kicks in. I doubt he would recognize her scent as it's been so long, and she smells almost
human due to not turning for almost a decade.
He doesn't question, just hops up effortlessly behind me, stealthily, and follows me so close his body touches me from behind
and I know it's deliberate. I can feel it in him, the longing and ache to get close to me again, almost as much as it's growing in me
to be touched by him. Aware of his proximity like a throbbing pulse in the air around us, making me hypersensitive of his energy.
I shake it off, knowing he's looking down at me, and not ahead, I can feel his breath on the back of my neck as he very clearly
stakes his claim on me. Personal space is not in his vocabulary at this moment in time.