My Promised Rejection (Olivia and Ace) novel Chapter 124

Valor POV

As soon as Della steps around Ronan, I feel compelled to follow behind her. I can’t explain it, but the need to be close to her is intense. Something about the way her body moves has me moving to stand behind her. When she places her hands on Reagan’s chest, panic rises in me. His mate is in the room.

The need to protect Della’s secret, whatever it may be, has me turning toward Ronan. “Lock the door now.” He nods and moves to do as I ordered. I take a step toward the woman that is Reagan’s mate. Her eyes are full of shock as she is focused on what Della is doing.

“You will never tell anyone about what you are witnessing.”

“She can be trusted Valor” Ronan says as he moves to stand next to her. “He is right. She is helping my mate and for that I will forever be in her debt. I will never tell anyone about what happened in this room. I will take it to my grave,” she says. I nod turning back to Della. My fingers itch to reach out to her, but I have no idea if my touch will interfere with her attempt to heal Reagan.

A few minutes later the blue glow that engulfed Della’s hands and Reagan’s chest fades. Della starts to sway, and I immediately move to steady her. When her body goes limp, I scoop her up in my arms.

“I’ve got you princess,” I whisper into her ear just as tingles dance on my skin. I almost trip over my own feet at the realization those tingles are the first real sign of our bond. The sound of coughing has me moving out of the way as Maureen and Ronan rush to each side of Reagan’s bed. I take the seat near the wall holding Della in my arms.

Basking in the first signs of the bond I knew we shared, I look at Ronan, wondering what this means for him. Will he feel the same thing when their skin touches the next time? Will we truly share her when she is old enough to accept our bond? I push those thoughts away, knowing right now what is important is that Della saved Reagan. The man that made sure that Ronan didn’t become an evil bastard survived whatever his nasty bitch of an aunt tried to do. His eyes are still closed, but his color has already improved. The relief of both Maureen and Ronan is palpable.

When his eyes meet mine and then move to Della, tears form in his eyes. He rounds the bed and squats in front of us. He brushes the hair away from her face. “Why aren’t either of us freaking out that she passed out,” he asks. “I think we both know instinctively she is worn out from whatever she just did. We both know that, despite being unconscious, she isn’t in danger.” “She saved him, Valor. She is more than either of us realized,” he says. Before I can respond, a knock on the door interrupts.

Maureen moves to open it and a girl that looks like a younger version of Maureen steps into the room. Her eyes search the room until they land on Ronan. Her smile fades when he leans in and whispers in Della’s ear. Before he stands, he places a kiss on her forehead and I don’t feel one shred of jealousy. Axel is also quiet. He is content to have Della in our arms.

“Who the hell is she and why are you putting your lips on her,” the girls asks, like she has some right to Ronan. A growl escapes me at the audacity of her question. She has no claim on Ronan. This must be how Ronan felt when Juniper launched herself at me. I don’t understand why we feel this way, but I’m going with it.

“Melanie, who she is, has nothing to do with you. How dare you walk in here demanding answers from Ronan that are not any of your business,” Maureen says. “He is putting his lips on a woman that is being held by another man,” she says, practically stomping her feet like a petulant child. “Melanie get the hell out of my room now” a deep, hoarse voice says. All of us turn to where Reagan is trying to sit up in bed.

“Reagan,” Maureen cries out as she makes her way over the side of his bed. He pulls her into his arms and I debate about carrying Della out of the room to give them a moment alone. One whispered word has my head snapping in the opposite direction before I can even stand.

“How,” she whispers. A growl has Melanie backing up as Ronan steps toward her. I guess he heard her question too.

Ronan POV

I can’t believe she healed him. Why did she pass out? “Healing takes a lot of energy. She just needs to rest,” Silas says, reassuring me. Seeing Reagan’s color improve and his breathing even out has my shoulders sagging. I move around the bed needing to check on Della despite Silas’s reassurance. She looks like she is sleeping peacefully in Valor’s arms. I brush the hair off her face. When I hear the knock on the door, I expect it to be Agatha.

“Ronan, I chose you. I don’t need some mate chosen by the moon goddess. You need a strong mate who can rule the pack by your side. You are the one I want. I choose you and I want you to choose me,” she says. “You aren’t listening. I don’t want you. I don’t choose you. I want my fated mate. I don’t care what rank she holds. I don’t care if she has a wolf, or she doesn’t. She is meant to be mine and that is all that matters.”

“Ronan, my office now,” Agatha says, startling me. I look up and see her glaring at me from the doorway.

“No, I came here for Reagan. What I just said is not up for discussion. I’m not leaving this room until I find out exactly what happened to Reagan and the two other men that are recovering.” Her eyes leave me for the first time and I see the flash of panic when Reagan waves at her with a smirk on his face. The panic is gone as quickly as it came. “Fine, but you are very wrong if you think this discussion is over. Melanie, why don’t you come with me to check on the accommodations for our guests,” she asks.

I almost laugh when she doesn’t notice Valor in the corner with Della in his arms. I’m sure crazy bitch will tell her as soon as they leave. For now, I’m going to check on Reagan and the other two warriors that are healing naturally.

This attack was meant to end Reagan and no one will convince me differently. Now I just have to figure out if that means I can’t return to the royal pack. I’ve never been so torn, but one thing is for sure, I won’t leave Reagan unprotected again.