My Promised Rejection (Olivia and Ace) novel Chapter 105

Della POV

I swear I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I tossed and turned, thinking about what happens next. I can’t just show up and say let’s get to know each other. Besides, Ronan probably doesn’t even have his wolf yet. “Yes, he does. His name is Silas” Amethyst says. “How do you know that?” “I talked to him and Axel. That’s Valor’s wolf. They both sound very handsome,” she says like we are talking about the weather. “Amethyst, why would you talk to their wolves?”

“No one is supposed to know who we are, and you have revealed us to Valor and Ronan’s wolves.” She giggles and I swear she is trying to make me crazy. “They won’t remember our conversation. As soon as I was done talking to them, I wiped their memory of me,” she says. My shoulders sag in relief. I can only imagine what she said to them, but based on her giggles I don’t think I want to know.

“Why does Ronan already have his wolf? Is it because he’s a hybrid?” “Actually, he’s a tribid. He is a vampire, werewolf, and warlock. He will be very powerful,” she says. “Is that why the goddess chose him? Does she want me to have a powerful mate? I didn’t think that would be necessary with my powers.” “I’m sure that’s part of it. The threats will increase once we attempt to take our place as the Queen of the supernaturals. We will need a powerful mate to stand by our side, to fight by our side,” she says.

“So then Valor is powerful too.” “He is a hybrid with royal blood from both his vampire and werewolf sides. He has also grown up with loving parents who have taught him there is more than just physical strength,” she says.

My heartaches when I think of all my father told me last night. He has no idea who Ronan’s mother is but he did know the woman that accompanied him was his aunt. He is the son of Roger Whitlock. The hybrid Alpha that tried to slaughter our pack.

His forced smile and his aunt’s glare made so much more sense after what my dad told me. I wonder if his attempt to get close to me at the ceremony was purely a tactic for revenge.

“No, thankfully, he spent more time with omegas than he did his father. It also seems the Beta didn’t agree with Roger and hasn’t allowed the evil aunt to fill his head with vitriol,” she says. “What else did you talk about?” “I just needed to make sure that their intentions towards their fated mate, us, were good. I had the same fear about Ronan when that woman kept mad mugging us at the ceremony,” she says.

“Mate or not, I’ll never allow anyone to hurt you, Della” Amethyst says, and I smile. I can feel her love flow through our bond. I slide out of bed feeling more awake than twenty minutes ago. I head to the shower. Just as I’m about to step inside my mother nudges my link. “Della, when you are dressed, head down to the dining room. Your dad and I are going to address the pack about our discussion last night, and we want you there,” she says.

“I won’t be long mom.” I hop in and take the quickest shower I’ve ever taken. I grab my sports bra, tank top, and yoga pants. I quickly dress and make my way through the castle. It’s going to take some getting used to living here full–time, but since we have visited so often, I know exactly where I’m going. I plan to attend training after breakfast. I want to see how the royal warriors train. I can’t show them exactly what I’m capable of, but I will definitely participate in hand–to–hand fighting.

As I approach the dining room, I’m not surprised by the loud chatter that can be heard from the hallway. The number of royal pack members has increased over the last few years. I step into the dining room and notice Maddy standing near the food. She gives me a small wave and I smile back at her. As I approach the head table, I ignore the glares I’m getting from the Regina George wannabe and her cronies. Flaugh to myself as I take my seat next to Charlie.

“Della, they have your favorite, chocolate chip pancakes. Do you want me to get them for you,” she asks. “How about if we go up together after mom and dad address the pack?” She smiles and I nod to my parents. My mother and father stand moving around the table. I stand and join them. It’s amazing how quickly everyone quiets once they realize the queen and king are facing them. “My queen and I appreciate how well everything turned out yesterday for the ceremony” he says.

“I want to thank each and every one of you for your loyalty and support. I would also like to thank the omegas that made such a beautiful banquet possible. Without the omegas, the royal pack would not function. It was brought to my attention yesterday that some pack members have deemed omegas as less than. I will only say this once. Every member of the royal pack is to be treated with respect and kindness. We all play a vital role in the pack’s success,” he says, his gaze moving to the table where the three girls are sitting.

I fight the smile that wants to spread on my face as they start to squirm under his gaze. “Any member of the pack that feels they can’t treat others with kindness and respect is welcome to leave. If you stay and treat others harshly and disrespectfully, the choice to remain part of the pack will no longer be yours. I don’t care who you are related to or what position they hold. I will not tolerate abuse of any kind just as my father did not,” he says.

I want to fist pump, but I stand keeping my eyes trained on the tables in front of me before my eyes finally meet Lisa’s. She immediately drops her gaze. “Thank you all again. Now let’s all enjoy the delicious breakfast that was prepared by the omegas, and please be sure to thank them for their hard work,” my mother says. I move back to the table and grab Charlie’s hand. I lead her up to the buffet set up and we both over fill our plates.

“I see you have thought about this. I’m impressed with what you’ve come up with in such a short time. Are you sure the young lady isn’t your mate,” my father asks. The more I thought about it last night, the more I believe she is. I’m not sure why I can’t scent her, but she is all I can think about.

“I believe she is, dad, but for some reason I can’t feel the bond. I can’t scent her.” A thought pops into my head unbidden. Not because it’s upsetting, but it definitely will complicate things. “Do you think she is wolfless?”

My father sits up straighter and his face turns serious. “What if she is,” he asks. “Are you asking me if I wouldn’t want her if she has no wolf? If she is unworthy of being my queen without one.” “That’s exactly what I am asking you,” he says.

“She is mine whether she has a wolf or not. I believe in here that she is my mate,” I say, pointing to my heart.

A smile spreads across his face. “I will make the call. I’m proud of you, Valor. I believe that whatever the reason is you are having trouble scenting her will not change the fact that you have found your queen,” he says. It’s my turn to smile because I pray he is right.