My Promised Rejection (Olivia and Ace) novel Chapter 130

Della POV

I don’t understand why we can’t save her like we did Reagan. “She isn’t Reagan Della. She doesn’t even have her wolf. She doesn’t have his strength. Whatever black magic is at play is strong. It’s already overwhelmed her body. It is drowning out her life force. Besides, we aren’t meant to save her, Della,” Amethyst says. My chest aches as I watch Reagan and Maureen move to stand at their daughter’s bedside. “I forgive you, Melanie. I love you. You will always be my baby girl,” Reagan says as tears stream down his cheeks.

Maureen leans down and kisses her daughter’s forehead. My heart clenches in my chest as their pain is palpable. “I love you, Melanie. I never wanted this for you. I wanted you to face the consequences of your mistake, but I wanted you to learn and live your life. To find the mate that was meant to be yours and be happy. I wanted you to remember the girl you used to be,” she sobs. A strong arm wraps around me and everything in the room seems to slow down as the once steady beeping of the machine is replaced by the very real sound of her heart stopping.

I close my eyes, the sound of Reagan and Maureen’s pain overwhelming. I can’t imagine losing a pup. I think about my own parents and how losing one of us would destroy them. “Selene, is there no way to ease their suffering. They don’t deserve this,” I say in my mind, never expecting her to answer. “Reassure them she is with me. The moment she took her last breath she was forgiven. Her soul was not black or evil like the ba**ard that sent her to me. I wish I could offer more but selfish choices often have the harshest consequences,” she says.

The sound of the door behind us opening has me opening my eyes. When I turn, anger bubbles up inside me. Amethyst is on edge. visit j_obn_i-b .c (o)m to read correct chapters How f**king dare she even think about setting foot in this room? I may not have had the opportunity to ask my questions, but I know without a shadow of doubt she was involved in the plot against Reagan. I’m not sure if it was out of jealousy or just to isolate Ronan, but she wanted Reagan out of the picture. I know in my heart she tried to use Melanie to do it.

I’m just about to tell her she needs to leave when Amethyst growls. A man I’ve never seen steps into the room behind her. “He is a threat to our mate and everyone we care for,” Amethyst says. I don’t know if Ronan and Valor feel it too, or if they’re being protective, but they both move toward me. “Agatha, why are you here,” Ronan says as he steps in front of me. Valor moves to stand next to him. “Ronan, I’ve warned you about disrespecting me. I am here because one of my pack members is grieving. It is my duty as the Luna of this pack,” she says.

The lie rolls off her tongue without reservation, and it takes all my control not to ask her more questions, but I don’t want to upset Reagan and Maureen anymore than they already are. I’ll wait till we are outside this room to get my answers. “Now is not the time for this discussion, Luna. I will handle everything with Reagan and Maureen after they have time to their goodbyes to their daughter. I’m sure you have other things to handle,” Ronan says through gritted teeth.

I notice for the first time since Agatha stepped into the room that the warrior standing behind her has his eyes trained on me. Valor must notice too, because he steps in front of me to completely block the man’s view. “Luna, if I may,” he asks, stepping to stand by Agatha’s side. I step out needing to see his face if he intends to speak. She nods and he looks between the three of us until his eyes meet mine. “We are all deeply saddened by this loss but now is not the time to be divided by grief, Ronan,” the man says.

“Micah, it is not your place to even be involved in this conversation,” Ronan says. I watch the man’s hands ball into fists at his side. “With all due respect, Ronan, you aren’t Alpha yet. So, as long as the Luna wants me here, then that is where I will be. Besides, having a pack member die while under the watch of guards is disconcerting to say the least. I’m sure ordered Reagan will want answers as to why he has to bury his daughter while the men you to take her to the cells had her in custody,” he says. A growl from behind us has me turning in time to see Reagan stalking toward the warrior.

“Get the f**k out of this room before I make sure you are buried next to her, Micah” Reagan growls. I wait for Micah’s eyes to flash black, but it never comes. “Despite his scent, I can’t sense a wolf, Della,” Amethyst says. “Micah, enough. Let’s leave them to grieve. You have my deepest sympathies, Reagan. You both do,” Agatha says, motioning her head toward Maureen, who is still solely focused on her daughter. I can see the pr*ck wants to argue, but he must think better of it. “We need to figure out exactly who and what Micah is. He wants to hurt the people we love which means he needs to be dealt with,” Amethyst says. I couldn’t agree more.

I look at her like she has ten heads. When she starts to scream, I stumble back. I right myself, but it doesn’t last as her fist connects with my jaw. I’m knocked on my a** just in time to hear the pounding of feet heading in our direction. Several warriors arrive first, along with Madison and other people from the pool. Madison looks between the three of us before she drops down to her knees next to Myra.

“What the hell happened to my sister,” she asks. She looks at Lisa, who is still holding the statue in her hands. “I saw Maddy hit her Madison. I got this away from her before she could hit her again, but she did it. She was spouting on about how you and your sister were nothing but fake b**ches after she hit Myra from behind. I tried to stop her, but I couldn’t get to her in time. I’m so sorry, Madison,” Lisa says.

She should win an Emmy for her performance as tears roll down her cheeks. Before I can tell Madison that Lisa is a f**king I*ar one of the guards grabs me. My eyes meet Lisa’s and she gives me a triumphant smile. This cannot be happening.