My Promised Rejection (Olivia and Ace) novel Chapter 125

Della POV

My eyes flutter open, and I expect to still be in the pack hospital but I’m not. Honestly, I have no idea where I am. It looks like a garden with beautiful flowers of every color. I get to my feet and wonder how I got here. I also wonder where here is?

“I wondered when I would get the chance to see you, sweet pea,” a deep male voice says from behind me. When I turn, tears well in my eyes. Despite never getting to meet him in the flesh, I’ve seen enough pictures and heard so many stories, I feel like I know him. “Grandpa Charlie,” I whisper.

He opens his arms and I rush to wrap mine around him. “You have grown up so much since the first time I saw you,” he says. I pull back and look at him confused. His smile has warmth spreading through my chest.

“I’ve been watching over my Oli girl, Ace, and all my grandchildren. I knew she would be a wonderful mother. She always loved with her whole heart,” he says.

“She is the best mother. I’ve never doubted for a second how much she loves me. Even after Charlie, Oliver, and Hudson were born her love for me never wavered.”

“I never for a second felt less than. In fact, she always told me how special I was because I was her first pup.”

“She is right. You are very special and not because you are the midnight wolf but because you are so much like your mother. You care about others even when it’s hard. I know how much Oli struggled to forgive Evelyn, but it’s because of you that she could. You and your father healed the pain that she held in her heart. Now, as much as I would love to spend eternity spending time with you, it’s almost time for you to return and the goddess gets impatient being kept waiting,” he whispers.

“I heard that, Charlie,” a feminine voice says from behind us. He chuckles and pulls me into another hug. “I love you sweet pea. Make sure you tell your mother how proud I am of the woman she has become and how much I love her. How much I love all of you,” he says. He presses a kiss on my forehead before he turns, disappearing into the garden.

A beautiful woman with long red hair steps in front of me. “Hello my sweet daughter,” she says, and I’m sure she can tell I’m shocked. It’s her turn to chuckle as she reaches out her hand to me. “Did you not realize who you were? I know that Amethyst has told you that you are a goddess among supernaturals,” she says.

“She has which I still can’t wrap my head around. Now hearing you call me your daughter has me even more confused. I know Candace was my birth mother and Olivia is the mother of my heart. I also know that supernaturals are considered your children.”

“That is true but you are special. You are a part of me, just as if I carried you in my body. All midnight wolves are my direct descendants.

Candace was purely a vessel. I knew that Olivia wasn’t ready to give birth to you after the shit show that Cassandra had created, but she was always meant to be your mother. You are a part of her as much as you are a part of me, she says. Tears roll down my cheeks. She reaches her hand out and brushes the tears from my cheeks.

“Come lets sit. We have something to discuss before you return to your mate,” she says. “You mean potential mates.”

“No, I mean mate. Make no mistake that both men will be important to you, but only one is your true mate. The other is someone else’s mate. In fact, your first true act as the Midnight Wolf will be to create their true mate bond,” she says.

“No offense, but you aren’t making sense. Why can’t you just come out and say it instead of speaking in riddles?” As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, I slam my hand over it.

I’m almost afraid to look the goddess in the eyes after what I just said. That is until I hear her laugh.

“I’m not angry, Della. Actually, quite the opposite. I’ve been accused many times of sounding like a fortune cookie. I truly understand that you are frustrated, but I needed you to show me his true nature. To show me the man that he was in his heart,” she says.

“I am frustrated because I wish I was just like everyone else. You pick my mate, I feel the bond, and we live happily ever after.”

“Being a goddess comes with its own sets of rules and challenges. I’m sure Tanith would say I am a pain in her ass with all my rules,” she says, and I giggle. A sound to my left startles me. I look up in time to see a familiar purple wolf stalking toward us. “Amethyst,” I say as she comes to sit at my feet. I reach out running my fingers through her fur.

When he looks between us, something flashes in his eyes. It’s not jealousy or anger, but acceptance. “Congratulations,” he says before he turns to leave the room. I scramble off the bed and rush over before he can leave the room. When his eyes meet mine, he pulls me in for a hug. I expect Valor to growl behind me, but he doesn’t.

“I’m not upset, Della. It makes sense for you to be mated to Valor. He is after all, royal too,” he says. I need him to understand that has nothing to do with it. He is just as good as Valor.

I pull back forcing him to look at me. “Do you still feel drawn to me, Ronan?”

“I do, but it feels different. That’s how I knew that you two had realized your fated mates. I’m sure the desire to be around you will pass Della. You don’t need to worry about me. It’s actually good because l can’t return to the royal pack. I can’t leave Reagan here unprotected,” he says.

A feeling of panic washes over me. He has to go back to the royal pack. He is Maddy’s mate, and he needs to be with me. Now that everything is clear, I realize that Ronan and Maddy are meant to rule the supernatural world with us.”

Before I can tell him he has to return, and we can take Reagan and his family with us, the door to the room bursts open. Agatha steps inside, followed by a young girl who looks like a younger version of Reagan’s wife. Her eyes zero in on Ronan’s arms around me. Ronan pushes me behind him and gives a low growl. Agatha’s eyes get big before they narrow on Ronan. Her wolf clearly at the surface.

“How dare you touch my mate?” I look past Agatha and, despite my best effort, Amethyst growls at the little bitch’s claim on our best friend’s mate. A knowing smile spreads across Agatha’s face. I guess the wolf is out of the bag.