Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book novel Chapter 20

“No. I haven’t let poppy seeds, blow or, umm…… err I … no.” I retort, face flaming, mumbling, babbling, as excruciating shyness almost kills me. Face reddening and unable to look her in the eye. I can feel Carmen’s eyes boring down on me, waiting for my answer with vicious suspicion. I can feel her poised body getting ready for my take down if she thinks Colton has touched me sexually. “We haven’t done anything… nothing.” How can I tell them I turned, ripped him half to shreds, and then called him weak? I don’t think that would go down well with his crew.

“Hmmm, disappointing. Well I can help with that.” She gestures again for me to follow and when I hesitate, eyes roaming the enraged Carmen sitting near the doorway, she catches my sleeve and yanks me. Carmen is poised with a reply to what Meadow said, but I can see she’s holding it in and simmering, despite the knives she’s throwing with her eyes. I’m not sure what the story between Meadow and Carmen is, but I don’t get happy bonded packmate vibes from either of them.

“Colton will be a while and my room is not far. We look around the same size if you roll up the legs a little. I’m sure I have something that makes you look less vagabunda.”

“You’ll help her with nothing. She’s not and will never be his mate. You know who he chose and that he rejected her, so stop playing games, Meadow, and leave her be. The trash look suits her because it’s what she is.” Carmen couldn’t hold it for much longer, and that flash of rage has Meadow spinning her way, almost taking me with her.

“Green is not a good color on you, Puta! I don’t think you are in any position to make demands, considering whose bed I caught you in. You should be thanking your stars that I’ve not excised my right to punish such a betraying Perra as you. Don’t make me reconsider it!”

There’s a shocked silence and Carmen’s eyes dart around the rest of them, obvious shame written across her face as all the others avert and avoid her. They all know, of course they do, and the silent tense moment tells me they’re mad at her for betraying Colton as much as he is. She committed a sin that in the eyes of wolf law, is non comparable to his.

He was bonded and he kissed his fated mate. She had sex while promised to another, in a bid to wound him. It doesn’t matter how double a standard it is, it’s how this works, and our laws on commitment and betrayal are clear. She was linked to Colton and she chose to punish him with defiling their union after he already rejected the mate the fates gave him.

Packs are weird in they can fight all day long, get aggressive with one another, nip, and tease, but you wound one of them and they will turn on you. Even if you were one of their own. They have a special bond with their alpha, and I can see Carmen is in the doghouse. None of them like her right now.

“You have less than half an hour before Colton most likely shows. You know Juan likes to keep things short.” Matteo points out and Meadow claps her hands happily.

“Plenty time. Come, we have some girl stuff to do. Carmen isn’t welcome, she can sit over there and think about what she’s done.” Meadow tosses her hair back, that long sleek hair shining as it flies over her shoulder sassily, throwing her a pointed look and leads the way, yanking me with her once more. Cesar and Jesus, still standing in the entranceway, move out of the way and I catch the slight up and down appraisals as they size me up in passing.

The twin’s eyes follow me and although it’s not outright hostility I can tell none of the males, with the exception of maybe Matteo, are sure they want me here. I’m an outsider to them, an intruder to their pack, and not worthy to be bonded to their alpha.

As soon as we get to the corridor, Meadow slides her arm in mine and hauls me close a little aggressively for my liking. Leaning in so her perfume and natural wolf scent mingle and hit me with a heady concoction.

“I know we’re supposed to follow Juan in his hatred of all the orphans he threw behind the mountain, but I lost family in that war and it could have well been me. Some of us were lucky enough to see some come back…. I don’t believe for a second that only our strongest bloodlines came home. You can trust me, Amiga. I’m not like most of the pack. I have a mind of my own.” She whispers it in hushed silence and throws me a soft look, that despite feeling her crazy vibes, rings true, she has an underlying kindness and I can feel it when we’re this close. “Colton’s a good boy, but he’s also Juan’s son. He knows his place in the pack and he knows if he defies his father and breaks that kind of respect for our laws, he’ll never have the respect when his time comes to lead. I know what he wants, and I know why he can’t have it… but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to have a little fun and make him suffer.” A smile, wink, and almost mischievous laugh, and I frown in confusion. Unsure if I should question her or not. If she is close to Colton, then I literally have no idea what she means about having fun and making him suffer.

She leads the way, pulls me with her, up a stair and then down a left hall before we come to a polished wooden door with her name staring back at us from a polished and engraved gold plate. The scent up here is mainly female, and I guess they keep the sexes on different floors, although Cesar’s scent lingers around the door and I guess because they’re mated, he gets to stay in here too. Being mated is marriage and once you’re marked, no one has the authority to stop you being together in every way, every second of every hour.

“I’m the queen of hair and makeup and you my, amiga, need a little Santo makeover, because like it or not, you’re now our pack and our problem. As long as you live, so does Cole, and it’s our job to keep it that way. That means you need to fit in and look the part…. not like this.” She casts me an up down eye flicker of disapproval and exaggerated expression of ‘yuck’. She scans her palm, pushes open the door and leads the way inside. Flicking on a light switch and grinning when it comes on.

“They finally replaced mine, thankfully. That was some show you put on in the hallway, and some mess you made. Impressive! I think you smashed every glass bottle I owned.” She wiggles away from me to a dresser and starts rifling through the contents, throwing me devilish smiles. I relax a little, nerves winding down and anxiety untangling my internal organs, easing into the aura that surrounds her. There’s something infectious and alluring that pulls you in and makes you feel like you can open up to her, and I stand awkwardly by the door watching her.

“I’m sorry. I honestly don’t know what happened or how I did it, Colton thinks I …” I start to revert into excuses, ingrained from years of being a reject.

“I know what he thinks. Colton tells me everything and I mean everything! I know he thinks you have an absorption gift and I’m guessing his lack of presence this afternoon was when he came to you to test his theory. How did that go? Or is what I’m looking at the result of getting down and dirty, and distracted?” She has the filthiest way of laughing that implies sexual innuendos, and the crudest mindset, turning any sentence into a much more loaded one with just a chuckle, and I blush again.

“We haven’t had sex. We haven’t done anything since that first time he kissed me. He pushed me to turn, and figured I can do what he says, effectively.” I don’t know how much information I should be giving away as I don’t know her, but I can find nothing in my mind to tell me that Colton doesn’t trust her. She’s his second in command and I’m sure that comes with the highest kind of bond.

“No, he won’t, not if he ain’t gonna mark you. Colton may be a lot of things, but he’s very straight in upholding a moral code. He can be spoiled, a little self-absorbed, and center of his own universe, but he has a code and he’s the kinda guy who would drop everything to have your back if you needed him. He’s not like his father, but he does cower a little in his shadow. He’s young still, I hope he grows out of it soon. Becomes the man hidden in the boy.”

I find myself nodding at that because I know it’s true, even I can see and admit it, and jump when she spins back at me holding up see through lace scraps that I can’t even tell what they are.

“Black or red, Chica? A good feeling starts with sexy lingerie and I’ve never yet worn either, so you can have one.”

My eyes bulge out of my skull a little and my mouth runs dry.

“Ummmm.” I clear my throat, shifting from one foot to the other and try to stop gawping at what she’s holding. It doesn’t look like there’s enough on any of what she’s holding to cover even a tiny part of me. No belief in the fact it’s a full set of lingerie or that she buys the right size to cover her own assets.

“Let me guess, you’re a tidy whites and sports bra girl? Do you even own a push up a bra, or a thong?” I catch the jest in her tone as she mocks me and rolls her eyes, as I begin to shake my head, eyes wide and completely shellshocked we are even discussing my underwear habits. I mean, we only just met, and far from the fact I thought all Santos hated my kind, here she is trying to gift me her underwear.

“Ai, Papi!” She mutters to herself with a hint of disappointment. “Colton seems more like a black lace kind. The boy has hidden kinks for sure.… So, we’ll go with that. It has a little push to give your sisters some lift.” She wiggles her breast with one hand as though to demonstrate and tosses the black scrap towards the four-poster bed.

“I really don’t need…” I stammer out, embarrassed to the core, but she shushes me mid refusal of uplifting man traps with a finger jab, and I fall silent, too intimidated to continue arguing.

“Okay… so now we need something sexy, but casual. Not trying too hard but has to make him think about banging you whenever he sees you.” She wanders to a closet and yanks it open. Enjoying this make over a little too much and really getting into it.

“I don’t want to make him … bang… me.” I point out, unable to really believe we’re having this conversation and all I get in reply is a heart, sexy, laugh.

“Oh, I know, and knowing him, he won’t. Whether you want a man to bang you or not is beside the point, Chica. You have sexuality and the goods to make men want you. Work it, play a little. Make Colton regret the day he ever said I don’t. I mean, why make it easy on the boy when it’s so much more fun to make him squirm.” She swings her hips and makes a pelvic thrusting jerk, giggling at her own motion, and goes back to hauling clothes out of the closet and throwing them across to the bed between us. My nerves catapulting to the ceiling as I watch an array of tiny clothing items, with low cut, or short almost not there cut, flying by.

“I don’t want to play games or make this hard for him. He made his choice and I don’t, I mean, I’m not….” I stammer awkwardly, really overheating with shame at the skimpy choices she’s laying out. She shushes me again me from afar, with a finger on her lips, and fixes me with a penetrating look, resting her hand on her hip and leaning into it.