Awakening (2 book series)
Awakening – Rejected Mate Chapter 90

"You need to let me out.... I need to go replace that son of a bitch and show him what my mother failed to... You don't mess with my family!! I can't stay here. I can't be here when he comes now." I snarl again, a spike of returning anger, knowing my emotions are clouding my judgement, and all over the place, but I don't care. I was just told that everything I was led to believe, my entire childhood, was a lie and that my bloodline was never diluted and weak... my mother was a prophesized warrior destined to lead her people. And Juan He killed all of them. Every single person I loved, cared for, and knew as my pack. A clan of Whyte wolves. To silence us.

murdered her.

That sniveling slimy power mad freak slayed them all, and he's going to rue the day he chose to leave me alive. Now it all makes sense though... why I was thrown with the other orphans and shunned as a whole. That was our punishment for him being unable to get at me in the way he wanted. That was how he figured he could keep me down and separate from the people, so I would never have any chance of rising and leading them against him. And if I did, he could put it down to my being hateful, and holding a grudge for ten years as an outcast, and nothing more than an impures taste for revenge at her own failings. So clever.

He made sure I was alone and didn't care if he smeared a whole bunch of innocents in the process. None of the rejects deserved to be thrown out there with me, they were just a cover to enhance and make his lies stronger. Convincing the packs that our fallen heroes were cursed blood, to further conceal his actions against my people. No one was going to ask questions or defend us if their own alpha was telling them that we were the failed diluted lineage of weak wolves. He's deluded, and cruel, and so consumed with his own need to rule that we were all pawns and had no real value. He's no alpha. He doesn't care about the people and he never did. He just wants to rule them in whatever way he can.

It must have completely enraged him to near madness when the fates imprinted me on his son, despite all his measures and precautions of his multi-level plan, and it's all falling into place. He knew Colton wasn't loaded with a useless Luna... he was afraid that in a position of being absorbed into the pack and as future Luna to my alpha mate I would still replace a way to rise and dethrone everything he's worked for. Juan was afraid that much like my mother, I would outshine him, and tear his own power from under his feet, with very little effort at all.

Colton was my way in, and he did what he does to that boy to stop him from ever replaceing his own strength. He manipulated him emotionally, he used Colton's devotion, loyalty to his father, and his own compassion and love for his people's needs to get in his head. The fact he tore his mother away from him has always kept him to heel and lingers in the back of Colton's mind always. He was afraid I would leave our people alone like she did, leave him alone when he still needed me. He was afraid I wouldn't be strong enough, that he wouldn't be able to keep me safe, like he wasn't able to keep his mom safe, and he couldn't accept the fates decision.

Colton was protecting me, believing the lies and the manipulation same as everyone else and seeing no other way. He's young, unsure about his own worth and power, and he listened to someone that's meant to guide him for the best. His faith in his father's intentions are not a flaw, just naivety that comes from a good soul. His father has been playing him since the day he was born, and his mother had to conceal who he really was for fear his natural gifts would make him the target of his father's power hunger. My heart breaks at how angry I've been at him when seeing it from this angle makes so much sense. Colton is nothing like his father, and what he doesn't know is his father has no intention of ever relinquishing his position to his son until death takes him. I'm going to be the last thing Juan sees, no matter what it does to me in the process. I'll get out of here and I will level the balance. I'll kill that son of a bitch... even if Colton tries to stop me, because his own heart won't be able to let someone destroy his father, no matter what he did. I'm going to rip that mountain apart and shred any single wolf who knew or had a part in the demise of my bloodline. Even if Colton never forgives me.

"Dear girl, calm down and be smart about this. Your fates wouldn't have brought you here to just leave again and go start a one-woman war. You came for Sierra...." The doctors words die on his lips as the beep of the elevator interrupts and he flashes a look that way, panic overtaking his expression as he jumps up and shoos me away from the glass at a pretty impressive speed for a human. It's so rapid he makes me jump bac from the wall in reaction.

"Get on the bed and lay down. NOW!!" He snaps it at me, losing that feeble, weak cower, he had going on and I listen, despite my turbulent mood. His haste and urgency moving me.

I turn, take a few steps and jump on the bed as the doors begin to make that whooshing opening noise of the elevator and approaching footsteps, and he comes to me quickly, yanking up my arm as I lay down and pushing the stethoscope from his neck under the edge of my medical gown neckline.

"Hearts racing my dear, you really should practice counting to ten and deep relaxing breaths, that kind of anxiety is not good for the heart. You're in a safe place, have no fears." He's facing me, his voice fakely joyful, but his eyes dart to the side as someone approaches the glass and I try to focus all my attention on acting normal.

"I've been looking for you. You're needed upstairs, right now. Leave this mutt alone.... you have an actual job to do. Some of your fresh samples have been delivered in ice boxes... I'm sure you don't want to leave them to go bad." It's Deacon, my most favorite person in the whole wide world and with the pulsing rage I have going on, I tense and make to sit up, instincts taking over and ready to take him on more than ever. The doctor slams his hand on my chest and aggressively flattens me down.

"Just a moment!" He grits it through his teeth, wildly eyeballing me and mouthing the word NO. That scowling frown of a paternal tell off and he manages to keep me under control. He gets a narrow-eyed snarl in response, but I obey and lay back down, out flat and watch as he moves out of my line of sight and exposes Deacon on the outside of the glass.

"Now! We haven't got all day!" Deacon snaps at him, obviously not happy when the doctor questions his authority and I glare directly at the jerk, catching his eye, and making a point of staring right though him. He takes it, no expression, and stares right back at me, not breaking contact at all.

"Of course. Miss Alora, please eat, and dress, as it will make you far more comfortable and ready for my returning to continue our tests. We have so much still left to do." The doctor throws me an odd look and I glance his way for a second, impulsively nodding before he turns and starts to head out, leaving me with a strong sense that was a hint.

I watch him walk out and as he gets to the door, he turns and nods at the trolley and the bag as though reconfirming it and I frown, unsure what he intends to do but obedience seems like a good idea.