Rejected Mate and Following Fate

I don't know how to react, what to think or feel. I stare at him, gawping, somehow rooted to my spot, anger consuming me, mixed
emotions swirling around me like a dense fog. Pain, then relief, some inkling of joy and hope, but it all swirls back around to
agonizing shards of biting fear as I try and absorb that this is real.
I open my mouth to speak again, but only noise comes out, a whimper of desperate sobbing that breaks me down and in a
second I'm crushed against a strong warm chest, surrounded by arms that used to be as familiar as my own skin. I'm hugged
tightly by the one person who used to make my day brighter, before Colton did, before our world fell apart. I can only slump into
him, so caught in past memories and how this feels so familiar, so necessary and yet I cannot stop crying against his soft clothes
like a wounded child.
"If I had known.... I would have found a way to take you. I would never have left you or abandoned you. I truly, truly believed I
was too late. I swear, Lorey." He mumbles into my hair, his breath warming my scalp and sending shivers across my whole body
as I collapse against him. Savoring the feel of him, breaking to pieces and trembling at his touch, crying over a million days of
haunting pain where I mourned his loss along with my parents. My brain is so fuddled, confused, and I try to pull fragments of
possibility together, so not sure that this isn't a dream. Gasping in an effort to curb my emotional breakdown and sniffing back to
some level of sanity.
"But how..." the words push out with a weak tone from the chaos of my foggy head and I know I need answers more than hugs
right now. They all died. Juan made sure of it, so where was he, how did he survive? Why is he with vampires?
He exhales heavily and rubs his hand over the back of my hair, stroking me in such a familiar way that it pains me and cuts to the
core like a knife, squeezing me tight as though his words are going to wound me. My instincts immediately perking up and the
red alert flag of instinct moves up my spine in a cold shiver.
"There's so much you don't know. There's so much to tell you. I...... Lorey, the vampires are who saved me. There's something
really important... They gave me a home because...." He hesitates, pausing between broken sentences, his voice trails off and
his tone fades like a whisper as though he hasn't the will. I pull back in suspicion, blinking away my tears to focus on his face and
the joy and pain at being able to look at him again almost ends me for a second time. I impulsively reach up and touch his cheek,
grazing his warm skin, checking he's real and bury my face against him again just to be sure. My brother's really alive, and here,
holding me, telling me that I have someone left of my blood that still loves me. I wasn't truly alone all these years and had he
known, he would never have left me in the home at all, but then....I wouldn't have bonded to Colton. I push it aside, knowing now
that despite what I endured, I would never give up my mate or how I came to be his, even if I lost ten years at my brother's side. I
have him now, the fates brought him back to me and all I need is truth.

"Because?" I push where he left off, and then pull away again to gaze at his handsome face and absorb every detail and line that
I've missed beyond belief. When I realize no answers come, I raise my brow and nudge his abdomen lightly with my palm. He's
staring at the top of my head, avoiding my focus; a look of anguish as though he's torn about what to say and even after all these
years, I can still read his facial gestures as if we haven't been apart for half my life. "Tell me." I shove my palm into his chest like I
did as a kid when he would tease me and hold out on something I wanted to know. His pained half smile at my reaction tells me
he remembers me doing this to him so many times as a ten-year-old pup, the happiness of the familiar behavior. His whole body
softens but then he lets out a sigh while his brows furrow gloomily and he reaches out to stroke my hair once more.
"No matter what.... you're my sister. You always were and always will be. I never stopped loving you. You have to know that,
before...... just tell me you hear me, okay?" His words tremble, his voice low and almost pleading me to agree to his terms.
Dread rises in my stomach and I pull at his sleeve nervously, yanking his hand back to my head almost childishly for
reassurance. Confused and reverting to habits of old and it only seems to wound him more so. My youthful behaviors so
effortlessly returning when my brother is holding me tight. He was always my guardian, my best friend and my mentor. The
protector who was always ready to kiss my boo boo's and carry me home.
I love my brother so much. I have missed him beyond belief and if this a dream then I never want to wake up. Sobs catch in my
throat and desperation overwhelms me.
"I understand. I hear you." I repeat his words, needing to know what he's holding back and not really laying any weight on them.
Of course he's my brother, I know he loves me. He always did. We both thought each other dead but it doesn't change a thing,
nor does it matter now. Jasper will always be in my heart and hold a special place that no other living soul can replace. There
has always been a dark hole that belonged only to him.
"They saved me because of..... your mother." He dodges eye contact and goes back to staring over my head at the sky in the
distance, his emotions all over the place and feeding my nerves. I frown waiting for him to elaborate, impatience growing until
one little word catches my attention and I furrow my brows as I repeat back his sentence in my brain and sound it our for myself
"Your?" I hone right on it, loudly verbalizing with heavy questioning as he pauses. I feel his stiffness as he looks left, over the top
of my head at the open door of the car which is silent and still. Leyanne and the vampire still tucked inside and leaving us to it.
"She wasn't my mother, Lorey... by blood. I'm not even related to you. I never was. We're not siblings in any other way than
marriage."
I step back, gasping as my head spins and I'm hit with the weight of his words like a kick to the gut while nausea rises rapidly in
response. Trying to compute, but it doesn't make sense. I glare at him, anger rising because it's a lie, frowning, shaking my head.

I have the urge to laugh at him. To hit him in the shoulder and tell him to stop messing with me, but the deadpan blank look on
his pale face tells me that's not what he's doing at all.
"Yes, you are. Stop it." I snap, swallowing my ludicrous bubbling despair, and step back to shove him in the chest again, only
with aggression and denial. "Take that back" I snap, eyes glowing with burning rage that he's trying to hurt me or make me hate
him and I don't know why. He flinches at the contact but reaches for my hand and catches his fingers in mine so he can pull me
back to restrain both my hands in his.
"You have no idea what it means to be here right now, to see you, to know you're alive. God, I have wished for this moment for
so long." He swallows the croak of his tumbling emotions and furrows his brow back to seriousness, quieting my voice within my
chest as he exhales harshly. Caught in shocked silence and begging him with pleading eyes to stop doing this. "She was
pregnant when we met her.... I was five years old. Dad was my uncle; he was raising me because my mother died in childbirth
and took her mate with her. I always knew who I was, and then you two came and you gave me a new family." He pulls me in
nearer as the choked expression and numbness stills me completely. Freezing out my thoughts as I blink and try to inhale
through what he's saying and almost fail at getting enough oxygen in the process. "She was running, from our kind, for fear of
what they would do if they found out about you. And we were camping on the south side of the mountain, out there alone. I don't
think it was by chance.... they imprinted on sight. It was... beautiful. I gained a mother in the blink of an eye. And a few short
months later, a baby sister." His explanation cuts my heart from my soul and rips it into shreds, burning my body with intense
pain as my brain stammers.
"No! ... He was my dad too. He's my dad.... she's my mom... you're my brother. STOP IT!" The sobs break as every memory I
possess is torn in two and all I thought was real turns out to be a lie. Every moment, every happy encounter and image I have
clung to my whole life. None of it is real and I was living in a fake world with people who were never even my own blood. Jasper
hauls me into his arm and pulls my face against his chest with a strong palm, enveloping me with that protective bulk of body.
"He was, in every other sense of the word, Lorey. He loved you. You were his daughter; it didn't matter to him where you were
created. You both became ours and we loved you both exactly that way. It didn't matter to us. You ARE my sister."
"No, I don't want it to be true. He was my dad, you're my brother, stop saying it. They were all my family. I won't believe you." I
can't take this in and he squeezes harder, pinning me tight, as though somehow this isn't the worst he has to say, and I instantly
absorb his tension, reverberating through me. Picking up on his feelings even while mine are insanely overpowering and it
freezes me to my core. A new wave of dread hitting me like a brick wall.
"I'll always be your family, but the truth is.... who you are is why I got to live.... Do you understand what I'm saying?" he falters
and through the mess of my head and the muggy thoughts colliding one truth I already knows rings clear. Sense prevailing, logic

kicking my ass.
"Because my mom was part vampire... and that somehow saved you." I blurt it out, whimpering, wishing none of this was true,
but his tense stiffening tells me that's not right exactly.
"No... I mean, she was, but...... your father, Lorey, your biological dad. He's the son of the high lord. Your dad's one of them."
His words have the same effect as cutting me down where I stand and even though my brain doesn't really compute it, my body
reacts just the same and my legs give out. Crumbling but his grasp on me tightens and he holds me up and to him as I break all
over again. Nausea choking me and I wretch and sob at the same time, unsure how else to respond.
I'm not part vampire, diluted from my mother's side. I'm half of a freaking vampire and for the first time it suddenly makes sense
why my eyes are red and hers never were. Why my gifts are strong and yet, I never saw them in her. Yes she was part vampire,
but no, she didn't give this to me... he did.
I shake my head over and over and the only noises are my pathetic gulps, gasping for air, my wails of shock, as my entire life
history burns to the ground and crumbles to ash. Everything I thought I was. Who I thought I was; it was never real. I was never a
Whyte, I'm not even bigger percent wolf anymore. I was never Jasper's sister...I was an invading half breed, and they all knew
and kept it from me the entire time. I can't sense any lies or deception in him and even I know he has no reason to tell me this if it
wasn't true. Jasper was never a liar.
"Alora, your father is the vampire who has been waging a war against the wolves for two decades, taking over where his
ancestors gave up. His wrath and hatred is completely fueled by the thought that wolves took his lover and his child, not once,
but twice. He thought you both perished almost two decades ago and created an army to fight a war. Only then to find that no,
she was cut down in the war of his own doing and his child was taken at ten years old."
His words stop my uncontrollable deterioration and I grasp Jaspers clothes as what he says pulls together in my head. Reason
and sense bringing sudden calm to my body and I jerk my face up to meet his eyes on mine.
"He started the war because of her.... us?" I blink, instantly still, my brain hitting some weird lull of hysterics to really get this and
realize Leyanne is standing right behind me now. No longer waiting in the car, but here to confirm what he says.
"He did. She ran to protect her baby from her own pack and he never knew what happened to her. When she imprinted, she
never returned, thinking he would forget her. But he never..... he thought she was dead and so was his bairn, so he came after
your kind to avenge you both." Leyanne touches my shoulder and makes me jump with the contact. Weirdly soft for her, as

though she's explaining to a fragile mind and all I can do is shake my head. My eyes round out in bewilderment as I stare at her
and then Jasper and then blanche as it hits me again
"And ten years later...." I blub, grasping at it all.
"He rebuilt his army after finding out the truth, with intentions of avenging you both once again. This war, is all about you. He
knows she fell on that battleground, he thinks you were murdered on the mountain right after." Jasper releases me from his tight
embrace to give me room to breathe and it gives me a moment to pull myself together. Stunned by this new history, no longer
capable of feeling anything more while so much hangs inside of me.
"I don't believe you.... it can't be real.... I couldn't be the source of all this death and pain. All those who have died in the battles."
I don't want to carry the guilt or believe this.
"Lorey, vampires have kept me alive and safe for a decade. On the strength of being Marina's adopted son and your sole living
wolf family. The high lord favors me, and gave me Darrius as my eternal companion to make sure I remain unharmed..... he
takes no part of his son's war. He doesn't care what he does but if he knew his heir is still alive.... He would intervene."
"You could end a war by merely existing... the high lord would exert his power and recall his son. His son.... would be tamed with
the knowledge his child lived. You, my pet, are literally the one to bring peace to two kinds, by just breathing." Leyanne's words
sit heavy on me and I stare between the two of them at the long distant road we came here on. Mind peacing out as I pick apart
and process every single detail with eerie stillness. The prophecy that I would end a war was always within my grasp, and it was
never anything to do with my gifts at all.
Almost twenty years alive on this earth, all my losses connected to this enemy, only to find they're all linked, and my loss was for
nothing. I was the center of the storm and if the fates had only revealed me sooner to the vampire lord, then maybe no one
would have died at all. It can't be that simple. None of it can. My mother died for her own cause, and my pack continue to suffer
because of my existence. All I ever needed to do was stand up and be seen.
"I can't..... I need to think." I spew out my rush of words and push away from Jasper's close proximity as though he's causing my
lack of air. Dizziness overtaking me as my vision blurs while I stumble to the verge and crumble into the grass to sit down and
put my face between my knees. Taking deep breaths to cool the sudden heat crawling over my body like fire ants. It's all
happening too fast and it's so beyond crazy and farfetched. My brain is close to exploding and it's all too much to compute in
such a short time.

"Not all vampires are at war with your kind. Some of us just don't care. The lord has been left to run rogue for twenty years.... it's'
time my people took their kind in hand." The low rumbling voice of the dark stranger pulls me out of my posture, lifting my chin
unsteadily and I realize I'm being shadowed by the one from the car in all his huge glory. He's tall, wide, and impressively
terrifying when standing like an imposing tower over me. Yet, he's standing in full sunlight, even if he is wearing a dark hood and
gloves. That's the only part I seem to focus on.
"Your kind? Aren't you all the same? Vampire is vampire." I hesitate, trying to gauge if his clothing is enough to protect him but
stare in shock as his naked tanned wrist peeks out from under his coat as he stretches and pulls his hood back down without a
single reaction to the light. He smirks and somehow despite all that's going on with me, I gawp at his sudden exposure and
complete lack of pain. Blinking in daze that it does literally nothing to him, and swallow hard with this new piece of information.
We've seen Vampires in the sun when we caught some as prisoners to extract intel. They burn and die in horrifying cries and
screams of pain, then dissolve to ash like a bursting powder puff. We have an upper hand because of this weakness, and yet
here's one, and he's fricken fine. Walking in sunlight could be a complete game changer to the wolves upper hand.
"Vampire is a loose term for a varied species... we can be born or made, and it makes a difference. Birth keeps us pure and
strong.... it's also heavily monitored to ensure no child is born without purpose... except the occasional accident. The ones who
are turned, they're weaker, slower, and they have nothing of our gifts and abilities, also easier to kill with such basic things. Lord
Varro's army is borne of turned halflings. Pale eyed, weak, blood thirsty, sun fearing .... pawns. Consider them an abomination
and an embarrassment to our bloodlines. My kind are royalty, and we stay far from the mongrels in order to preserve our
existence." His superior tone, that weird accent and his blood red eyes all surround me with a heaviness that causes me to
pause and listen with no response. My heart thudding and head swirling, taking in his words. Vampires can be like humans, that
can walk in light, have warm and tanned skin and look relatively passable, despite teeth and red eyes. Does this also mean they
can control the blood hunger? Don't need it to survive and can ignore the impulse to feed? He seems pretty controlled.
"The pure breeds are rare, Lorey. Compared to other species, they are still only in their hundreds globally..... Darrius here is from
the house of Danesti, one of the oldest in the vampire hierarchy, second to Draculesti.... The high lord's bloodline. Your
bloodline." Now that makes me snort and choke in disbelief as lame movies we watched in the orphanage appear in my head.
"You’re saying freaking Dracula was real? ... I'm a descendant of some horror story vampire?" I blurt at the absurdity and laugh
insanely with a head shake. The bubbling giggle of someone having a real hard time processing reality. Sure I'm having some
sort of midlife crisis brought on by the trauma of my mate abandoning me to some stupid cursed fog. Or maybe I've had a mental
break, and all of this is only happening in my mind.

"All stories come from somewhere and his bloodline was created long before his fable was. The house of Draculesti, well, they
have ruled the vampires since the dawn of time.... it was the child of Draculesti that first started these troubles." Darrius gazes off
towards our truck and I follow, glimpsing both my femmes staring this way and eavesdropping in as best they can. Still immobile
and I guess Leyanne is keeping them tied to their seats even now. Leyanne follows my line of vision and I hear her sigh, before I
look away and dismiss the sight of them.
That renders me mute and I gulp down any kind of reaction. The memory of so long ago, Sierra telling me a story of a half breed
child who died at the hands of the wolves... she was the child of the vampire king and her blood was spilled by the Lychans. If
she was Draculesti and I am too... the fates really are trying to redress the balance and put things back to rights. It's all slotting
into place and if this wasn't about me, I would be fascinated and excited at the piecing of the puzzle, but instead I can't breathe
and I have to force my face back between my legs to catch it before I suffocate to death
"If this is all true, then you can end it... all you have to do is tell him?" Meadow's voice startles me out of my stupor and snap my
chin back up to see them moving closer to me. Her and Carmen have been let out now it's obvious we are not in danger here
and Leyanne trusts they will behave. Meadow comes to me in a flash to catch my hand and hold it tight. Giving me her strength,
her support when she knows I'm struggling, and surrounds me with that sense of safe I need right now. "The fog.... if the
vampires give up, the spell is taken back?" She nods towards Leyanne for confirmation of a possible solution to our own problem
and I turn in expectation, seeing that she might be right.
"It's not the simple. Lord Varro has been out there for a decade, no one knows where he is currently. And if we need to go to the
high lord, we need proof of you .... That means my going back and letting the mind link show today's events. That I saw you, that
I know it's you. If he's to recall the vampires, it's not a case of commanding a halt. His son leads the halflings, they won't just
come to heel without his say so. So, after carrying a message from his father, we then need to show Varro you lived as he's cut
off any psychic linking from anyone who would stand in his way." Jasper sits down beside me, answering for the witch, all eyes
on me and slides his arm around me, getting a wary look from Meadow. The mistrust evident that a male is touching her Alpha's
woman. She stares at him for a long moment and then sighs, seemingly relenting that as my brother, he has a right to touch me
without suspicion.
"I remember you... Jasper. Nice to see you alive, compadre." Meadow reaches out and gives him an awkward handshake and he
throws her a half smile and shrug back at her. It's weird given the circumstances but it's also sweetly heartwarming. My brother
who's not really my brother, and my sister who's not my sister, meeting properly for the first time ever. I doubt they knew each
other back when we were younger as Santos and Whytes didn't really interact.

"Meadow... and that's Carmen." She nods behind her at the hovering figure who edges closer with apprehension, and Jasper
glances up, laying eyes on the new figure for the first time too. It's an instinctual almost polite response to greet someone he's
being introduced to. Nothing in it other than reaction because he was raised with manners, but the next second sends everything
into chaos. His whole body slams to an unnatural halt that sends a shiver through me as he's touching my body with his and I
feel it firsthand.
One moment, one look is all it takes.
The spark, the clap of tension, the forced eye lock as both of them open wide in shock, bodies riveted to weird stiffness like an
electric voltage has been administered. The hold of breath, the panicked gasp, and the sudden look of realization on both of their
faces, seconds before both fall backwards in dramatic release and crumble to the ground panting. Like tumbling matchstick
towers, both end up on the ground, shell-shocked and crumpled, blinking at one another as though only each could hold the
answer to what just went down. It's a moment, felt by all around. The heavy atmosphere zinging with emotional fall out that
something major has just happened between them.
Seeing it from this side is way less dramatic than being the one going through it, and it stirs up so many sudden emotions as I
click on what this is. Colton shooting through my mind's eye but also a low little inkling of warmth and joy. It doesn't alter the
shock factor none the less. Jasper just imprinted on Carmen and things just got a whole lot weirder and complex.