My Promised Rejection (Olivia and Ace) novel Chapter 107

Madelena POV

I’m still shocked that Della wants to be my friend. Not because King Hudson and Queen Amber haven’t been amazing to the omegas, but this is on a different level. Treating us with respect is already amazing, but for her to want to spend time with me is unreal. The day I turned eighteen and didn’t get my wolf, I thought my life was over. Being an omega is bad enough in our world, but to be wolfless will have most seeing me as worthless.

I smile as I stir the soup that I’m making for tonight’s dinner. Footsteps from behind me having me turning in time to see Madison, one of Lisa’s followers, approaching me. They have only been living in the castle a little over a month but they definitely think they are in charge. “What do you need,” I ask just before her hand connects with my cheek. “Worthless bitch. How dare you think you are worthy of being friends with the princess,” she says.

I’m not sure why, but her words have the opposite effect as they should. Instead of feeling she’s right, I know she’s wrong. “The only worthless bitch I see is you, your sister, and Lisa.” Anger flashes in her eyes. “You are a wolfless omega. You aren’t even worthy of living among wolves, let alone be friends with the future queen. You should be banished to live among humans,” she says.

“I think I’m worthy and so does Della.” Before I know what’s happening, she grabs hold of me, turning on the other burner on the stove. I fight her with all my strength, but she still manages to force my hand over the flame. I scream as the burning pain engulfs my hand. She quickly lets me go looking around before her eyes meet mine.

I swear I see fear and regret in them. “If you say a word I’ll make sure you and your mother get kicked out of the pack. If you think I can’t, I have a very good imagination, so keep your mouth shut” she says before she runs out of the kitchen.

I grip my wrist before I slide down to sit on the floor. I scream as pain mixed with frustration washes over me. The sound of footsteps has me trying to get to my feet. “Maddy, what happened,” Charlie’s voice is laced with worry. “I got burned. I’ll be fine.” “Who did this to you,” she asks, like she doesn’t believe me. “No one, I just got burned Charlie.” I watch her eyes close, and I immediately know she is linking her parents. It’s not like she can link with anyone else.

When the kitchen door bursts open, I try to stifle my sobs. I don’t need them pressuring me to tell them what happened after Madison’s threat. Even if Della believes me, it doesn’t mean the king and queen will if the council gets involved. I’m just going to stick with my story and hope Madison has gotten her need to put me in my place out of her system. I’m shocked when Della crouches down in front of me. “Who did this Maddy, she asks. “It was an accident, Della. It’s fine. I just burned myself. I’ll get my mom to put some ointment on it.

It’s not a big deal.”

When she says she is taking me to the hospital and tells Charlie to have her parents meet us there, I want to scream for her to let this go, but I know Della won’t. Even in the short time I’ve known her, I can tell she is protective of the people she cares about. Knowing I’m one of those people has guilt bubbling up inside me. I wish I had a wolf. I meant what I said to Della. This wouldn’t be an issue if I had one. I can tell Della is strong but she doesn’t have her wolf either. I won’t have the girls hurting her either because she defends me.

As soon as we reach the hospital, a young man I’ve never seen rushes toward us. I don’t leave the castle much and most of my time is spent in the kitchen. He looks like he is in his mid–thirties and he’s handsome. “What happened, Della,” he asks. “She got burned Mordeci, but she won’t tell me how.” His eyes darken as he stares at the blisters on my hand. “You do realize that unless something held your hand to the flame or heat source there is no way it would be this bad. Your first instinct is to pull away from pain,” he says. I lower my gaze, hoping he’ll drop it.

I’m glad when he takes me to a room by myself. I know Della Isn’t going to let this go, but I need a few minutes to come up with a plausible answer. I can’t put my mother or her in danger because of me. “So do you really want to tell me what happened,” he asks, bringing me out of my thoughts. “I just burned myself.

Della is just worried because we are friends.” “No, that is part of it but she is also worried because you are lying. I’m not sure why, but you need to tell her the truth. No one should be hurting you, Maddy,” he says.

I go to open my mouth when he speaks again. “Do you think whoever did this to you will stop? I’ve seen bullies all my life, and I’ve been alive a long time,” he says. I look at him confused. “How old do you think I am,” he asks with a smirk. “Thirty–two” I answer. “Not even close. I’m sixty–two years old. Lycans age much slower and live a long time. Now again I’ll say bullies don’t stop, they just find a new victim. What if they do worse to the next person,” he asks.

My thoughts go to the other omegas, then my mother. What if she does something to my mother because they hate me? I’m just about to open my mouth when the door to the room bursts open. Della steps inside, followed by Myra and Madison. Della looks pissed and the other two look petrified. “Mordeci, can you give us a minute please” Della asks, but I can tell it’s more of a command. “Of course, I need to get the ointment for her hand.”

“I’m not sure. My dad is reaching out to King Ace today. I’m hoping he will agree and if he does I’ll leave tonight.”

“You are going by yourself. Shouldn’t you take a couple of warriors with you? I mean you are the next ruler of vampires. Why don’t you let me and Vince go with you? I’m sure your mom would feel better about you being away from the castle” she says.

“Why would his mom be worried? I trust my son to take care of himself and I also trust the king and queen,” my mother says as she steps into the room where I’m packing.

“Juniper, head home. I need to speak with my son” she says. I can see she wants to argue, but she knows better. My mother is the kindest person on the planet, but when she gives an order she expects it to be followed. Once the door closes, she sits on my bed. “What’s up, mom?”

“We need to talk about Juniper,” she says.