Chosen Just To Be Rejected by Jennifer Francis novel Chapter 51

Bella

She’d reset four dislocations from that hardcore training with the Luna. She understood why they did it, but didn’t think it was at all necessary for anyone to learn to fight like that.

Then she’d had two 14–year–old boys, twin brothers, who’d snuck out and onto the agility course unsupervised, on a dare from other kids, to run it without getting caught. They had both gotten themselves injured due to trying to stop each other from beating themselves.

One was now in the pack hospital in traction, after breaking his left femur and fracturing his hip bone as well, and though there were surgical procedures to fix those things, if she performed them on the boy who had no wolf, when he got his wolf it was likely the wolf would be lame on his left back leg.

The best option for young wolfen children was traction to weight the bones and pull them gently back into their natural alignment. So, there were no pins or rods holding them together, something that would get in the way of their first shift. Something that was likely to cause more pain than was necessary. Because a shift would rip the pins and rods from the human, and therefore, they’d be injured. So, this boy, Hank, was now here in the hospital for a period of at least six weeks, possibly longer.

The other boy, Samson, could be released from the hospital. She’d set his broken arm, and he was now sporting a cast to help it heal. But he was sitting there with his twin keeping him company.

Mala had come in here and stared at those two boys, chastised them about being out there on that course, and alone, without any supervision, other than other children egging them on. She was very disappointed in them. She’d told them they were old enough to know better.

They were, in fact, the two oldest teens in the pack and were always cheeky; brothers that liked to get into a bit of mischief, and they’d gotten more than they bargained for this time. Mala had told them that Aston was aware of the situation, and he was going to come down here to have words with them himself.

The moment he was done attending to arriving packs. Mala had looked at her and shaken her head as they’d walked away from the ward, and muttered “They can’t be punished, already injured, they are too rambunctious.”

Bella had shrugged, though sometimes she saw Mala sigh heavily and not know what to do with unruly pups. There were more of them coming into the pack now, with second chance mates as well as a few more orphans, and their ages now varied along with their temperaments and attitudes, which depended on how their former pack was run.

It could be quite frustrating for the long–term pack members who prided themselves on acceptance, and no bullying or discrimination was a pack law. But some came here and those things were already ingrained into them.

She’d seen Aston and Mala punish unruly wolves, cuff them with silver and children without wolves, teens,

were made to stand around on the training ground all day long and do nothing. Boredom got the better of them, and they promised not to do it again after being out there for 10 or 12 hours.

They were standard pack related things, where not everyone got along with everyone. A few times, enemies of pack members requested sanctuary, and unknowingly, they had enemies within the pack, that had seen a fight or two break out. It didn’t go down so well with the Alpha and Luna. But Ben, as their War General, dealt with those wolves.

Bella left the pack’s hospital with Franny after making sure Hank was settled in for the night. His mother was there, and she’d yelled at both her boys more than their own Luna had.

Bella had charted pain meds in case Hank needed any throughout the night and knocked off for the day. “I need a drink.” She muttered as she and Franny headed for the pack Creche.

“I believe Holden has cocktails for the adults up there at his daughter’s birthday.”

“Good.” She’d chuckled softly as they went to pick up their kids, and they’d both laughed. Franny was one of her regular social group, her new Anaesthetist. She’d lost Reed to a Mate Bond two months back, and he’d moved on to her pack. They needed him there, and he’d opted to go. His job was in high demand. Bella strolled into the packhouse with Milly on her hip, chatting to Franny who was carrying her daughter Harley. Both Milly and Harley were the same age. Franny also had a son a year younger than Whit. Those two boys were out the back of the packhouse swimming at a pool party for one of their friends.

She knew Parker was here somewhere for the mating ball being held tomorrow night. She had been informed by her Luna, but she wasn’t concerned about it. He’d not cared the last time he was here, so why would he this time?

“Belladonna?” she heard her name and just knew it was Parker. No one ever called her that around here, in fact only he did, or those from her home pack.

Her eyes moved about the foyer, and she watched him stand up. “Yes, Alpha Parker.” She answered him it would be rude not to.

He walked over, followed by Shannon, his Gamma “Beila.” Shannon smiled at her. “Whq’s this little cutie?” he asked.

“My daughter Milly.” She stated simply, honestly and turned her eyes back to Parker. His eyes were also on her daughter. “You have a family?” he asked her.

“Yes, I do.” She answered.

“You look good as a mother.” Shannon smiled. “She’s adorable, all those red curls, got her father’s hair I see.”

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