My Promised Rejection (Olivia and Ace) novel Chapter 128

Della POV

I can see the pain in Reagan’s eyes when I ask the question. He takes a deep breath before looking towards the goddess. When he looks back at me his eyes are a mix of his and his wolf’s, letting me know what he is about to say is agreed upon by both. “She is our pup and, despite what she has done, I don’t want to see her dead. Even if she truly intended to cause my demise, I don’t want hers,” he says.

He looks toward his mate, who has tears streaking down her cheeks. He reaches for her, and she takes a step back. I am as confused as the rest of the room. “Reagan, I love Melanie, but this wasn’t a mistake. She didn’t accidentally do this. She intended to harm you and no one will convince me otherwise,” she says. The pain and regret rolling off of her is palpable. “You think she should die” Reagan asks visibly distraught by the thought.

“Of course, I don’t want that Reagan. She is my pup. I love our daughter, but that girl who stepped into this room and saw you lying in that bed dying is not my daughter. I thought I was going to lose you, Reagan. I thought I was going to lose the other half of my soul. Do you understand how scared I was? If it wasn’t for Della I would be burying you and Melanie was part of the reason you needed to be saved,” she sobs.

“So as hard as it is to say this, I want her punished. Whatever the future queen decides is appropriate is what I want. That is not the daughter I raised and loved,” she says. My heart breaks for this woman I just met. I can’t imagine betraying my own family for anything, let alone a title or a man that isn’t even my destined. I move and pull her into my arms as she continues to sob. My energy flows through me and after a few seconds her sobs quiet.

“Maureen, please come here,” Reagan says from behind me. She stiffens before she steps out of my embrace. I turn and watch her take the few steps to reach her mate, whose expression is unreadable. As soon as she is close enough, Reagan reaches out and pulls her into his arms. I look at Valor and then Ronan, intending for us to step outside and give them a moment. “Don’t leave princess,” Reagan says. When I turn back, Maureen is still wrapped in his arms.

“Reagan, Ronan considers you his family, which means I do to. Please just call me Della.” Rea gan smiles, but I can see he is still confused by my relationship with Ronan. “As much as it kills me, Maureen is right. If Melanie truly intended to harm me because I wouldn’t support her becoming Ronan’s chosen mate, then she deserves whatever punishment you see fit,” he says.

I can see how painful it is for him to say each word. “Tell them about our powers to discern truth from lies and good from bad,” Amethyst says, startling me. “Amethyst, are you sure?”

“Yes, you can trust them, and they need to know that when we decide her punishment it will be because you know what she has truly done. What kind of person she has become,” she says.

When my eyes meet Reagan’s again, there is a knowing smile.

“She was right, wasn’t she? You are the midnight wolf that we learn about as pups,” he says. I look at Valor and Ronan before my eyes return to him. I had hoped to tell the two of them this before anyone else, but now it feels important that Reagan and Maureen know who I am. “Your right, Della. There will be people and moments that need us to reveal who we truly are. They will be just as important as when we announce our existence to the supernatural world,” Amethyst says.

I can feel the truth in his words. “I was lucky enough to have many women I considered like a mother,” he says, looking at Maureen. She smiles, tears forming in her eyes. “I also had a man I considered a father,” he says, looking at Reagan. “So I promise you, despite the lack of care from the people I shared blood with, I knew love. It’s the only reason I didn’t turn into a raging a**hole like Roger,” he says. I move and wrap my arms around him, and he does the same without hesitation.

I giggle when Valor tries to wrap his arms around us both, but Ronan’s size makes that impossible. “I’m not sure what the hell is happening with the three of you, but I’m happy to see that smile on my son’s face,” Reagan says. I manage to pull back despite four arms surrounding me and see the warmth in Ronan’s eyes as he nods at Reagan. A knock on the door of the room has us separating but not moving away from each other. When the door. opens, I recognize one of the men from earlier.

“What is it,” Ronan asks, all the warmth of a few minutes ago gone from his eyes. “It’s Melanie. Perhaps we should talk outside Alpha,” the man says, looking toward Reagan and Maureen. A pit forms in my stomach. What the hell could have happened in a short time that has the man looking like he wants to be anywhere but here?