Rejected, Broken And Forgotten
Chapter 28

Paris’ POV

“Paris, please, do not kill her. She is confused, and she does not know that she is wrong. Let me talk to her and sort things out,” Jeffrey says.

“She comes bursting in here while my mate and I are busy putting up a bloody show! Who does she think she is? Why does she want to pretend that my mate belongs to her? Who is she?” I ask, and I am confused. Walker walks over to me and calms my wolf and me down as he touches the mark on my neck.

“You know we are mates, darling. She is nothing to me! Besides, she is the daughter of John and Alexandria. Her name is Elena, and she can not be my mate even if she wants to be. I am her half-brother, and Jeff is right when he says she is confused. Call back your wolves or die with them, Elena. I am nothing of yours! The feeling you think is love is the love a sister feels for a brother,” Walker says. I relax as I throw her against the wall and away from me. She is sick in her head. Who wants to have a relationship with their half-brother?

“What the f**k is wrong with you? Are you sick in your head?” I ask Elena. She looks up at me, and I think I can see the madness in her eyes.

“Shut up! Who are you to talk to me like that? Why are you all calling her Paris? She is London!” Elena shouts.

“Jeff, I think she has rabies,” I say, and Walker starts laughing.

“I think you are right. You have been chasing after me and lost track of all that is happening in the kingdoms. Paris was the true heir to the throne of Essex, and I was the true heir to the throne of Sussex. Our grandfathers handed us the thrones, and we got married this morning. Essex and Sussex became one and are now called Wessex, and you and your few men are in our territory,” Walker says.

“What do you mean? Are you married? It can not be! You were supposed to be mine! I will not let another she-wolf have you,” Elena shouts again, and I look at her with a smile.

“Hey, Princess Rabies, shut the f**k up and let’s go outside and fight it out if you want to, but I warn you, I am Walker’s Queen, and he is my King, and I will beat the living s**t out of you and all that s**t that is in your head,” I say.

“It is not unusual for a family to get married in our family, and some werewolves marry family members,” Elena says.

“I bet that is why you are batshit crazy! Because your mother and father are cousins or something,” I say. I don’t know how the wolves of the kingdoms work, but in America, we do not marry family members, and if the wolves do, they get kicked out of their packs. Maybe it is a royal thing, but I think it is sick.

“My parents are not family, for your information!” Elena says.

“Elena, stop talking to my Queen like that! I will have to reject you if you do not stop your behavior,” Jeffrey says.

“Your Queen started it by taking Walker from me! He is handsome, and now I am stuck with you since he married her!” Elena says.

“My mate was always my mate! I don’t know how I can take something from you that never belonged to you,” I say as I look at Elena. Elena looks at me and frowns as if she is thinking about what I said.

“Well, it is true. He was always your mate. I always thought I would feel something for him when I saw him in the flesh, but I was wrong, and he is right. I only feel for him like a sister feels for her brother. I guess I was trying to protect my brother,” Elena says. I do not trust her. She is crazy. I look at her and know she can see the doubt in my eyes.

“Don’t worry, Queen. I will not try to kill you. Jeffrey is my mate, and I have to accept it, or my wolf will kill me,” Elena says. She looks at Jeffrey and smiles. I wonder how old Jeffrey is as he is one of those people that can be between twenty and fifty. I giggle when I think of the FBI and their profiling of serial killers. He is a white male between twenty to fifty. It can be any of about thirty-five percent of the population in the USA.

“What is so funny?” Jeffrey asks.

“I was just wondering how old you are, Jeff?” I say.

“I am old enough not to be your father, Queen. It would be best if you learned not to be rude and straightforward. You can hurt one’s feelings,” Jeff says.

“I did not mean it that way. You look timeless, like you do not have an age, if you know what I mean,” I say. It is true. Jeffrey looks like he has no age. Sometimes he looks young, like a twenty-year-old, and sometimes he seems older, like fifty years.

“Well, I will take it as a compliment, I think. It is you who makes me feel old some days, and you are giving me grey hair,” Jeff says.

“Then I am not doing a good job because you have no grey hair. Call your wolves back, or they will all get killed, Elena,” I say.

“Oh, s**t! I forgot about them. We surrender! Stop fighting!” Elena says. Her wolves stop fighting, and I look t her, amused.

“I am not the only one that swears. Your mate swears! It would be best if you taught her manner like you are always teaching me,” I say.

“She is not my mate, and I don’t want a crazy she-wolf as my mate. I, Jeffrey Watson, reject you, Elena Brooks, as ..” Jeffrey starts.

“Stop! Do you want to do it, Jeff? I mean, she is your mate, and you may not replace your second chance mate,” I say. I am worried about Jeff as I do not know how old he is and if he may replace another mate. I am eighteen, and fifty sounds old to me. I know it is not old, but still. He can be fifty, for all I know, or even older.

“Queen Paris, how old do you think I am?” Jeff asks, and I pull up my shoulders.

“Well, I will tell you how old I am. I am one thousand four hundred and twenty-five years old,” Jeffrey says.

“What? I think your mate rubbed off on you, and you have now also lost your mind. I take it you are twenty-five,” I say.

“Queen Paris, I have served your ancestors. I am cursed with eternal life by the Moon Goddess herself. I will not tell you why, but I was cursed to walk this earth until she decided differently. I had more mates than you have hair on your head,” Jeff says.

“Yeah, right. I think the two of you will make perfect mates and can go to an asylum together,” I say. I look at Walker, who looks at Jeff as if he is bonkers.

“Well, that is why I don’t tell anyone, because they always think I am crazy when I tell them the truth about myself,” Jeff says. I can see he feels hurt, but damn, he does not have to tell such a lie to impress his mate.

“It is true, little one. Jeff is older than anyone I know, and I am an old spirit,” Flame says inside my head.

“Wait! What?! Are you telling the truth? Flame says you are old,” I say.

“Yeah, Blaze confirmed it,” Walker says.

“That is why you know the history of the Kingdoms so well. You lived through it,” I say.

“Yes, I did, and I served all your ancestors, Queen, and not one of them was as stubborn and unladylike as you,” Jeff says.

“Not even the men?” I ask, pretending to be surprised. I am still trying to get my head around Jeff being as old as s**t itself.

“Don’t be silly. I was talking about the women in your family, and you are teasing me again,” Jeff says, glaring at me.

“I love you, old Jeff, even if you are as old as the mountains,” I say.

“I am not that old,” Jeff says.

“Well, you are pretty damn f*****g old,” I say.

“Thank you for reminding me,” Jeff says.

“You don’t look a thousand and something years old, though. You look more like anything between twenty and fifty,” I say.

“Again, I will take that as a compliment,” Jeff says. Elena is staring at Jeff with admiration in her eyes.

“Batshit girl over there wants you badly, Jeff the grey,” I tease Jeff again.

“I do not have grey hair, so do not call me that. Oh, I see what you did. Hilarious,” Jeff says sarcastically.

“Okay, can you take your crazy mate out of here so my mate and I can finish what we started?” Walker says. I blush. Damn, did he have to be so obvious about us having s*x?

“I am not going to comment on that. You two have a lot to learn, so we will leave you alone,” Jeff says. He grabs Elena by her hand and drags her out. I am still stunned about Jeff being so old. I look at Walker as we stand in front of each other.

“I know I am stunned as well, but at least we know now that he is older than we thought,” Walker laughs as he pulls me into his arms.

“Yeah, let’s forget Jeff and the rest for now and think of a few more hours about ourselves,” I say. Walker pulls me closer to him and starts kissing me. I can feel the heat inside me push up, and I know I want him as badly as he wants me. Walker locks the door before we go any further. He undresses and waits for me to get rid of my clothes. I am standing naked in front of my mate and do not feel ashamed. It is natural and the way it is supposed to be. Walker pulls me back into his arms and k****s my mark.

I return the favor, and soon, the two of us are in a world of our own. I do not want to go back to reality and remember that there are wolves we need to rescue and crazy she-wolves like Elena and old wolves like Jeff. All I want now is my mate. His hands are moving over my body, and I feel his fingers inserting me. My body has a will of its own as I feel the pleasure going through it. I want more. I want my mate inside me. Walker pushes me up against the wall and puts his hands underneath my a*s. He lifts me, and my legs go around his waist while he enters me. I go crazy as I feel him inside me. My back is pressed against the wall. Walker sucks my breasts while he f***s me hard. My nails are scratching his back as I can not control my passion. I bite his shoulder, and the pain and pleasure drive Walker nuts. He walks with me to bed. He is still inside me. Then he withdraws from me, throws me down on the bed, and gets on top of me, but I turn him around and saddle him. I am in control now. I started riding him like a cowgirl would ride a horse. Walker m***s as he is deep inside me, and I go fast as I grab the bedpost to help me stay on top of him. Soon we go over the edge, and I fall on top of Walker. He looks at me as if it is the first time he has seen me.

“Wow, you are a wild one,” Walker says with a smile.

“Are you complaining?” I ask.

“Not at all. I love it,” Walker says. He turns me around, so I lay underneath him again, and I see the bitemark heal as he enters me again. The scratches on his back are also healed.

“You are amazing,” I say as we make love again, but more tender this time.

“You are beautiful, my Queen, and I love you,” Walker says.

“I love you, my King,” I say. We make love the rest of the day, but by nightfall, we know we will have to go outside and face our problems.