Chosen Just To Be Rejected by Jennifer Francis novel Chapter 86

Parker

Parker smiled and led the way out of the packhouse to the back; that pool area was kind of like a five–star resort pool, and he was proud to have it in his pack for his wolves to hang out in. It was always busy out here after winter had passed. There were plenty of children out here right now playing and splashing about, being that they were on wolfen school break, two solid weeks off school, they were always happy

with that.

He walked them down to where the diving boards were. It was a full Olympic diving area, with not only the ten–meter high dive but also a three, five and seven and a half meter diving boards. And it had its own fenced–off pool. This part of the swim zone was only available after 4pm on a daily basis.

He watched his son, who was just nine and a half, look up at it. Not many his age would jump off the ten–meter platform. Or be allowed to even go up there. But he was taller than most kids his age, was almost as tall as 12–year–olds, and he would likely meet the minimum height requirement that Parker had in place for those jumping off it for fun.

Not that, that was always avoidable. Kids would be kids and dare each other to jump off it at a younger age. They’d sneak out here and egg each other on when there were no adults around. Typical children; thankfully, so far none had been injured. There was a roaming random patrol to help stop it in the middle

of the night.

He was watching Whit as he looked up at it and saw Belladonna try to hide a laugh behind her hand as she too watched their boy, and he realised she was playing with their son. He couldn’t help but smile, she looked so very happy right that minute. He’d learned over the past six months she was a very different person to who had been here inside his pack.

She drank and hung out with many people, played a lot with the kids in that pack and loved having the orphans around her. She’d raised Whitney well. He was a happy child and got along with everyone, Didn’t rise to anger or not that he’d seen, kind of had her mild–mannered temperament, he thought,

But she was he’d noted tormentative towards not only Whit and Milly, but all the children. Being away from him and his pack had allowed her to become who she was meant to be. He liked seeing her like this all the time, and she would sit and chat with him, laugh at things he said, or his unit said and not once did she do anything or say anything to Whit that would see him in a bad light.

He’d also never said anything bad about her or their previous mate bond. The boy saw them get along and laugh with each other at times, they could sit and have a drink together. There wasn’t really any awkwardness between them at all. Which was a good thing considering his son already knew what he wanted, and didn’t seem to object to his thoughts on the matter. Maybe Whitney liked the idea of his parents getting back together.

Whitney, he saw, swallowed hard as he stood and watched one of Parker’s pack members get ready to dive off that top platform and then dive from it. Parker chuckled and nudged him a little. “You’re not old

enough to be up there anyway. You need to be 13 before freely allowed to jump off it any time you like” he told him, “Your mother is tormenting you… I also don’t think she has ever jumped off it herself.”

“What!!” Whitney turned to look at him and then turned to stare at Belladonna. “But you said.”

“No, I never said I did… I just asked you ‘what do you think?‘ she snorted, fully amused. “I haven’t, I’m also

not about to, not my thing.”

“You’re so mean.” Whitney murmured.

“It was funny though, watching you get all puffed up and be all pure–blooded Alpha pup, and I’m not scared of anything, then look up there and realised you were scared.” She laughed, and dodged out of the way of Whitney trying to hit her.

Parker chuckled again. It was fun to watch them interact. He’d seen it a lot over the past six months, he’d not been wrong all those years ago about her being a good mother. She was just that, loving and caring but tormentative and fun at the same time as well. Though this very moment, he thought it stemmed from Belladonna knowing Whitney was pure–blooded and couldn’t resist a challenge even at his age.

Whitney turned back to him. “I didn’t think we were allowed to compete against humans in sports because we have an unfair advantage.”

“There are rules and there are some things we are allowed to compete in, things that don’t involve our strength and speed. So we are allowed to compete in things like diving, because it’s about practice and skill, not strength or speed.”

“And they would be?” Whitney asked.

“Hmm, so no swimming or running, any kind of athletics is off limits or team sports, no weight lifting or even gymnastics. But things like diving, shooting, sailing and equestrian events are allowed.” He nodded.

“Winter sports?” Whit asked.

“Hmm, the skeleton, and single men’s or women’s Luge, but not team sports like bobsled. The freestyle skiing, that’s where you’ll see wolves complete the most on things like the aerial ski jump and moguls, and the half pipe. Things that are about natural speed and on an inclined run are okay. Things like speed skating, ice hockey, where we can put more muscle into things are not allowed,” He told him. “Are you interested in that?”

“Hmm, that wouldn’t be allowed, any more than rowing, sorry. It’s all about the turns and you having wolfen strength, you can use that to win, and that’s considered cheating.”

teams, ice hockey teams. They have scouts that want to hunt them for universities and a wolf can’t accept it, not ever. Especially if their inline to take over. Sorry, kind of a backhand to those with strong bloodlines.”

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