Rejected Mate and Following Fate

He is all in wolf mode in his head and acting like a male hitting the haze. Possessively close, practically bearing down on me as
the femme he clearly wants to bone. It's a little unnerving that he is being so weird, but I get it ... I left him. I knew where I was
and was in control of my being gone, so I never had that frantic pain of loss. I always knew where he was, and how to reach him,
and could have if I needed, and wanted to, but he had none of that.
He just had silence, no idea where in the world I went and not knowing if I was okay, so I guess it's why he seems a little stirred
up and wolfy crazy. His bond instincts to protect me must have made him insane these last weeks, and until now I never really
thought of it. How that must have made him feel, the powerless nature of it. Especially if he could feel my fear, my panic, my
sadness, in everything I have been through. His wolf taking over, and sheer instinct is to stay on my ass and convince me I need,
and like him stuck to me. That primal aggressive urge to stick to his mate and kill anything that comes near her.
Normally the human in us counterbalances it a lot better than he is, but I guess I can let it slide while he's caught in our first
moments of reunion. My scent alone must be affecting him on all kinds of unbearable levels, because even his is getting under
my skin and making me crazy. It's taking all my will power to not turn and wrap myself around him.
I walk a few steps to put distance between us unsuccessfully, him bumping me the whole way in an almost claustrophobic
manner. I stop when I know we're fully inside and then reach, feeling his face above mine with his taller height, having him
towering behind me. I cup his chin just behind me, stretching my arm slightly and lift it, so he looks directly at the corner where
Sierra lays in front of him. His senses are all on me so that he hasn't even clicked she's here. That there's anyone else in here.
There's a moment of pause. I sense the heart stop, and inhale. I feel everything that he exudes, and it makes my own emotions
fade in comparison. His shift from 'I need you' possessive over-hormonal crazy, to 'what's going on' confusion, and then the 'is
that?' shock as everything about him changes.
Colton steps around me instantly, freeing me from his presence as his attention is swept out from under him and darts to the bed
in the dark. Swift, and direct, seeing exactly who it was in the dimness. Doc seems to be shuffling around and manages to click
something that illuminates the back of the truck with built in low lights and I focus on Colton sliding to his mom's side, scooping
up her hand carefully, and almost gasping in shock. He leans in, making her look so small in comparison to him and gently
strokes his thumb across her pale hand. All the tenderness of a sweet child, infatuated with the mom he's been pining for years.
"Mom.... Is that really you? Can you hear me?" he sounds like a lost little boy, so young, and vulnerable, an aching rawness to
his tone, and for a moment I forget my anger and nothing but compassion for him fills my heart. I can feel the way this has ripped
his heart open, and his pulse is racing so speedily, mine starts to match it. Colton regresses ten years, and he's just a boy finding
his mom, whom he's needed for so long, so much more than anyone could ever have known.

"She's sedated; the doc needs to wake her, but she doesn't know what's going on. Colton, you need to know.... there's nothing
wrong with her mind." I point out, coming level with him, and resting my hand on his arm as he stares at her, eyes fixed on her
face. His breathing is shallow, and the confusion and pain is evident under that furrowed brow, and glowing amber eyes. He can't
contain his emotion, so his wolf is showing. He swallows hard, reaches out lifting a strand of her hair and brushes it back gently,
so carefully like she's fine china, so fixated on her, like this is some kind of dream he doesn't want to wake from.
"How... where?" his voice breaks, a harsh croak, and the doc seems to keep his distance to let me be the one to explain. It's not
an easy thing to tell a guy that the father he loved all this time is the reason his mother was imprisoned and put to sleep. I don't
even know how or where to begin, and I hesitate, looking to the doc, mildly panic stricken for a moment when it comes to me.
The doc shrugs and nods at him, as though encouraging me. I think he's a little intimidated by Colton to be fair, I mean he did
threaten to kill him three minutes ago.
I don't need to tell him. I need to show him. It's the only way I know how.
"It's a long story, I think maybe it's better to do it this way. So you can see for yourself." I whisper, reaching up and laying my
fingertips on his temple and wait for his permission. Tensing as my touch seems so light and hesitant on him, that familiarity
dragging me to draw closer. Colton nods, oblivious to me really, while his attention is on her, knowing I mean projecting my
memories. I can't blame him; he's searched for her for so long, so no wonder she's all he sees.
I close my eyes and begin to push them his way, rifling through and trying to find a starting point as I drag them to the forefront. I
decide on one, right from my decision to turn east and follow that path, to finding the facility, then being caught... Deacon, the
doctor, the cell and finding Sierra, right until we got out and I linked Colton. I show him every second on that timeline, even how
they kept her, and where, and hope it all filters in while he's so distracted.
I need to give him all of it, even the parts I'm afraid of him knowing, because I don't have the words to tell him about his father,
and I don't have the strength to tell him about my family. Or that we're both hybrids.
Colton stands stock still, as it all plays in and he relives what I did in the past couple of days, seeing, hearing, learning everything
I did. Feeling what I did and experiencing everything he must have felt from afar. In microseconds of time, the way transference
works. Even the part I was most afraid of telling him.... that I'm a half breed vampire.
I feel him close me out as soon as the images of the last memory fade away. Like a shutter coming down as he disconnects from
me, and that wall of emotion blanking, pushes me away. It's not something most wolves can do, especially to an imprinted bond,
but Colton does it right now and shields me from everything he's feeling in the moment and numbs me out. It's an alpha gift, to
shield loved ones from the pain and horror.

It shocks me, hurts me a little too, but I don't think he's doing it to punish me. I think he's doing it because he knows his own
emotions are completely overwhelming and he doesn't want to make me feel them too. He's protecting me and pulling back so
he doesn't share what he's experiencing. He stands, lets go of his mom's hand and looks over my head at the doc, a glazed
distant expression and not what I was expecting at all. A look of determination as that leader takes over and he stands that little
bit taller, moving to take charge mode.
"How long do you need before you can wake her?" There's a coldness to his tone, a lack of feeling and I wonder if he has
recoiled even from his own feelings, because it was too much for him, or if he is just really, really pissed. I honestly cannot tell,
but there is a brewing storm in the air around him, even if he is shielding me. I guess finding out everything in your life was a lie,
and the villain in your story is your own father, has to hurt as much as what I learned about what he did to my family.
"A couple of days to bring her round fully, but she may take weeks to properly come to and recover enough to turn, there is no
telling. She's been asleep for a very long time, and I don't know what kind of harm that has caused her." The doctor looks
helpless and I can tell he too doesn't know how to react to Colton being so.... unemotional. It's like he didn't find his long-lost
mother laid sedated in the back of a truck, and he's absently directing some lost tourist on where to go next.
"I'll drive. You stay back here with my mom. The manor is another thirty minutes, minimum, and we need to get going before that
asshole Deacon and his failure sub pack show up. I don't want to be spilling blood in human territory." That growl, a hint of anger,
and I guess I feel a little smug about that. Colton might actually rip that jerk a new one after all. I honestly hope Deacon does
show up, because I know my Santo will kick that Santo's ass into next week, and I actually don't mind letting him have that one.
Watching will be as much joy as doing it.
He doesn't even look at me, just nods at the doctor to bolt the doors and then walks forward to the cab and climbs into the driver
seat, smoothly, and fluidly, like he's driven military medical trucks his whole life and doesn't even blink an eye at it. Stopping and
staring out the window at the assembled vehicles out there and I know he's linking the pack to tell them to move. He's issuing
orders, and I follow and climb into the passenger seat, a little afloat with the sudden disconnect in him and unsure how to
behave. This version is a Colton I don't know, and even I feel like I should do what he says.
I screw my eyes up at the trucks, counting maybe five, and way too many for the sub pack, unless they're spread thinly among
them, but can't make out who's driving at all. The headlights are screwing with my night vision and I can't see anything but light
glare when I try and look past them. I wonder if Meadow can see me, and I long for nothing more right now than to go hug her.
She would get a hug; Colton can go to hell, well maybe not right now as he seems like he could probably use one.
As soon as we hear the door lock get slid and clicked in place, he glances back to make sure the doc has pulled down one of the
folding seats and strapped himself in before he moves us on. The fleet of vehicles roar into life and two stay back to let us pass

and follow. So, we're flanked, and Colton just focuses on driving. He positions us right in the middle of the other cars as though
they're escorting some sort of president. A precious cargo who needs their protection. I guess we are. The Luna is as important
as the Alpha in a pack, she's our Queen.
My need to have him say something overpowers my need to be mad at him, and I reach out placing my hand on his bicep gently.
"Are you okay?" I sound like that feeble girl from so long ago that imprinted on him, and not the person I've been growing into
these past weeks. When faced with this guy, it seems I become a submissive, lovesick, fool, and I silently hate myself for it.
Colton seems different too now though, as I sit and evaluate his profile in the light of the headlights shining back at us from the
rear of the black four by four in front.
He looks like Colton, still cute boy with dimples that are prominent whenever he moves his face in any in kind of way which could
melt any grown ass women's panties. Still handsome, dreamy, pretty boy face, with that air of cheeky confidence, but yet he
seems older. More mature, maybe a slight aging that has him seeming less carefree, and high school jock, and somehow more
capable and serious in a way he wasn't before. There's a darkness around him that was never there and without tapping into his
feelings, I don't know what it is. It's more than just learning about his mother; it was there when he walked into me outside the
truck. Colton's carrying a weight and I want to know what. There's a shift and it's like some of his youthful light has gone out.
"I don't want to talk about this right now...I need to.... just let me be, Lorey. Just for a minute." A petulant shrug of his arm so I
stop touching him, and it's like being scolded. An unexpected rebuff from the guy who just minutes ago hugged the life out of me
with sheer need, and now I'm not allowed to touch him. I shouldn't be upset. He's hurt, he's processing, and he's in his own
head, and it's pretty hypocritical for me to be mad about that. I didn't want him touching me, and that hasn't changed.
I try to link him, thinking maybe talking that way will help soothe him, away from the doc's ears and he might be more open to
being less cagey with his feelings but he has the door closed and I can't get through at all. He's literally locked me out in every
way, and I don't even know if this is normal behavior for him when he's nursing pain, or if this is because he remembers I'm not
his mate and he should only be sharing that space with her.
Fuck you, Carmen. Fuck you, Colton.
I hate that he can make me feel this way, a new storm swishing around inside of me and I have to stop myself from glaring at
him. A new surge of conflicting pain and I resist the urge to slap him. I sit back in my chair and pull my legs under me, hauling my
body in tight to self soothe, calm the torrent of crazy, and try not to stare at him, or throw shade. It's hard when he's right there,
yet feels a thousand miles away, and my own emotions are in uproar. I can't even pick a side and stick to it.

I want to be mad at him and hate him, I have every right, but when he's near I can't stop this overwhelming pain and heartbreak
he causes me, although right now, I've added compassion and empathy to that mix, and I'm dying inside for him. Even while
cursing him. I want to ease his own pain and as stupid as it seems, I'm devastated he's closing me out like it has nothing to do
with me. I'm so confused at my idiot thoughts and responses.
"Where are we going?" I utter it his way, unable to not say something to him, even though he said he doesn't want to talk. I can't
sit in painful silence feeling like this. Colton exhales with a sigh that signals he's not really into answering but compelled to do so.
"To the manor I inherited from my mom. It's someplace my father never had any control over. It's where we've been staying these
past weeks. Lorey, I told you, so much has changed." Colton's eyes flick my way, he frowns at me and sighs again, and then
looks back at the road and doesn't elaborate. I mean I get he's currently working through some of his own shit in his mind, but an
explanation would be nice. This minimal chat bull crap isn't working for me.
"Such as?" I push, locking my eye on him with a flash of stubborn and I can't miss the way his whole-body tenses up. The
exhale, frustrated grip on the steering wheel, because it's obvious I'm not going to shut up and leave him alone, and that has him
rolling his shoulders to relieve tension while he decides answering is inevitable.
"The pack is divided. Half are here with me, the other at the mountain. There was a fight, when I challenged my father for
leadership, and it got real messy. The people were turning and with more attacks in the west, he was becoming a dictator, forcing
the people under his command, and treating them like they were all his prisoners. I had to do something, and he didn't like it. He
lost! .... I'm the rightful alpha of the Santo pack now, but instead of stepping down gracefully as the laws dictate, he ordered
those loyal to him to take out me and mine." It's an exasperated tone, explaining something he clearly doesn't want to, and it revs
up that aura of closed off hostile around him. I gawp at him in wide eyed shock, heart thundering crazily, trying to really pull those
words together. It hits me that while I was having my own existential crisis, so was he.
"I don't know what to say." I stammer, side swept with that revelation of events, that I honestly never saw coming at all. That
explains that cloak of darkness around Colton. Since I left his whole world has turned upside down, and his father already gave
him reason to hate him, making my enlightening news somewhat less unbelievable. My memories only added fuel to his fire.
"There's nothing to say. My father tried to kill me. You were the catalyst, I guess... you leaving me, realizing that I was an idiot
and lost the only thing that should have mattered. I failed you, and then a shit storm blew up around me with another vamp
attack and life imploded. My father's men are at war with his own people, still under threat of new vamp attacks. We're scattered
across the north and I have a sizeable chunk at my mom's estate, hiding out, scared shitless." there's a calm sort of acceptance
in his tone, as though he's not okay, but this is his reality and he's dealing with it in anyway he knows how.