Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book novel Chapter 19

You okay?

Colton comes through loud and clear, checking on me, and for a second it warms me that he does, that maybe he felt my nervousness. His voice is that sound of home that I never knew I needed, and I find myself exhaling, like I’ve been holding my breath, as I lean back into the chair less stiffly.

Just waiting on the others and sitting by the fire.

I reply, setting his mind at ease and hoping I sound as comfortable here as I am pretending to be.

I won’t be long, my father kept all the leaders back to talk plans, schedules, you know what I mean. If you need me, I’ll leave our link open. Don’t let any of them give you any shit or else they’ll have to deal with me. His deep husky voice has me pining for his presence, and I sigh wearily.

Matteo is being a gentleman and taking care of me; I’m sure he’ll intervene. I’m trying to make him relax, but the overwhelming surge I get back from his emotions that he didn’t like what I said, surprises me. It’s a hint of jealousy and I blink at Matteo as though I’m missing the point. He has his back to me, pouring his drink, and nowhere near me.

Right. Like I said I won’t be long.

His tone is clipped, and he closes link before I can respond, despite saying he wouldn’t, sounding off, and moody, and I swear it actually makes me want to laugh at how ridiculous he’s being. He sent me here with Matteo, and now he’s what? Jealous, because I said he was being nice. I knew males were territorial and possessive by nature, worse so when they mate up, but I’m not even his and he has nothing to worry about. We imprinted, and the fates made sure I have no desire to look at anyone else, even if he did reject me.

I inhale sharply, shake it off, and go back to staring at the fire, trying not to let him get to me as the door swings open and two boys stomp in arguing with one another

“You’re a liar, I didn’t say anything of the sort.” The first male snaps, turning and spotting me and instantly frowning like he’s just been faced with a terrible or vile sight. He stops dead as the other collides into the back of him with an exaggerated ‘whooomph’ noise. He’s unsurprisingly dark haired, tanned and has your typical Colombian look to him. All the Santos originated from there, before coming here a few generations ago. They tend to mate up with others like them, so the bloodline stays purest, and most of the males are sent back in early childhood to spend time in their homelands, so most have mixed accents, like Colton does.

“Hey, watch it” the voice snarls angrily and shoves him forward, exposing an identical face and equal build, and I realize these two boys are twins. If memory serves right, I can pull out of Colton’s mind that this is Domi, and Remi. They’re younger than Colton by a year, making them eighteen, like me. Both lanky, tall, athletic boys, with brown hair and soft hazel eyes. More Santos and I know for sure they’re Colton’s distant cousins on his mom’s side.

“And she is here why?” The first one turns to Matteo with a growl and is met with a snarl in response. Matteo seemingly growing an inch taller and faces them down.

“Because Colton said so, and I doubt he wants to hear you were questioning it!” It’s not a friendly tone and it has the effect of dampening down the attitude on one of the twins at least.

“He’s not questioning, he’s just a little shocked that our pack room has someone … not of our pack” the other chirps in, throwing me a devious side eye and I shrivel back into my chair, aware the waves of prickling heat coming my way are hostility, even while he is smiling on like it’s not.

“Who’s not in our pack?” That female voice I’ve been dreading the arrival of, comes waving in as she walks in the door. Thick like honey, and sultry, preceding her entry. She sashays in like the Queen of the manor and stops dead in her tracks when she spots me. Grey eyes instantly storming over, pouty mouth forming a thin tight light, and porcelain skin paling as rage ignites under the surface. Her eyes start glowing intense amber as she growls her dislike at me and lowers her chin to move into an attack stance. Wolves are aggressive by nature and we literally jump to fight for every little thing. Bite, nip, attack. It’s just how we are.

“Why in the fuck, has he let her in here?” Carmen loses her cool, steps at me fast but Matteo zaps forward using his hyper speed, blocking her in a nanosecond, and standing between us. He stands firm, lifts his chin, and makes a good show of exerting his dominance.

“Colton wanted her here and will be along soon, so pipe down, go sit over there and behave!” Matteo has a tone not too dissimilar to Colton’s alpha tone, only less effective, and she draws her eyes from me to him, not as affected as she would be had their alpha said it.

“Don’t tell me what to do…. You’re not my alpha, hell, you’re not even his beta.” The undercurrent of a snarl between them sizzles and I tense, waiting for it to get crazy in here. Surprised that Matteo is not his second in command and I rake my memories to find out who is. I swear to god it better not be Carmen, or I’m in trouble.