Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book novel Chapter 24

That quietens me into submission, and I don’t fight him. Colton leads the way, grasping my hand and tugs me with him through the hall. It’s busy, filled with Santos coming and going from the mess hall, in all states of sports attire as training started today, and everyone seems to either be rushing about or completely immobile in groups, chatting. There’s a sense of confusion with some, urgency with others, and a holiday vibe with a more. I guess some don’t realize the seriousness of why everything has changed, and some are overwhelmed with anxiety and rushing around doing whatever they’re told with prompt action. It’s chaotic, and overwhelming, and I close down and allow him to lead me through.

Colton takes me away from the swarm of moving groups and heads towards the corridor to the communal room on this floor. He walks fast and I fall in step obediently. It only takes a silent minute to turn into the passage and head down towards the room where everything seems strangely hushed.

As soon as he hits the digits on the keypad, the door clicks open and the lights flicker on. I blink at the change from dull to bright and follow him inside quietly, waiting for him to move me in and shut the door. He locks it behind us, and it only adds to the tension rising inside of me that he clearly doesn’t want anyone else to eavesdrop.

He motions for me to sit, his manner different, Mr. serious on show in the form of the commander that came here last night and heads to the bar. He pulls it open and grabs two sodas for us before coming back and choosing to sit on the floor in front of my armchair. He hands me a can once he opens it for me, and opens his own, taking a long drink before saying anything. I can tell he’s delaying this, regaining composure, or turning something over in his mind and I wait, patiently. Perched in the seat a little stiffer than I should be, cradling my drink between my hands.

It’s something he thinks I should know, so I’m not going to hurry him. Trying to scan my memories in the long pause between us, but it’s such a jumble when it comes to his mother, of snips and bits of conversations, that I don’t get a clear understanding of where she is. It’s been something I noticed but I assumed it held no real importance in the grand scheme of things.

“She’s not here.” He points out blankly as though reading my thoughts, after a moment of staring at his own can. I don’t recognize his raw, raspy voice, and the strangled way the words come out, telling me this is more painful than he can bear. “I haven’t seen her for nine years.”

It’s not the answer I expected, and I gawp, heart skipping a beat, my eyes widening with surprise and I have no words at all. Head trying to pull that together and wondering if I missed some sort of public announcement that the Santo Luna had left the mountain that long ago, I mean, I was still a kid. This was something the people had a right to know. I just didn’t realize it had been that long, almost a decade without our Luna.

“She’s in a…. place, sort of…… care home, I guess. A medical facility. Has been since a few weeks after they came home from the war.” He leans forward so his gaze is more heavily focused on the floor, yet I catch the glow of amber before he tilts away, enough that I can only see the top of his head. His emotions spiraling out and consuming me as I feed on his despair. My stomach clenches with it.

“Why?” I can sense his distancing emotionally, in a bid to stop me feeling his pain, cutting off to save me, and I can tell it’s because this causes him a mass amount of it. I still get a huge wave of grief, regardless, not too dissimilar to how I felt when my parents never returned. He isn’t pushing me away because he’s ashamed, this is something that rips him up inside and he’s aware he can’t control the intensity.

“Her mind’s broken. My mom never came home as the person she left. She isn’t who she was, and my father said it’s because she wasn’t strong enough to endure the horrors of the war. That it was too much, and she faded away. She doesn’t talk, or move, or do anything anymore. He said she stares into nothing and it’s like her body lives on, but her soul’s gone.” He chokes on the words, his eyes glazing over, and it slices my stomach in response.

It winds me, my insides clenching up with the gravity of what he said, and I stay sat in mute silence staring at him, trying to get my head around that. Figuring out what I’m meant to say to that. Mental illness in wolves is rare, considering we can magically heal everything inside of us when we turn, even our brains.

“He sent her away… my own mom, his own mate. Cast her aside because her condition could hurt the pack. Show how weak she was, and unworthy as a Luna, and cause them to doubt his command. He won’t tell me where she is because he knows I would go to her and he doesn’t want me to. He says it would scar me. That it would crush me.” Colton stares at the can in his hand, exhaling heavily as he deflates and seems so lost and young in this moment. A little boy pining for the mother he can never see.

It’s starting to click in place, even if Colton doesn’t see it himself. He doesn’t realize the link between him rejecting me for not being what the pack needs, and the fact his mom fell at the same hurdle. Maybe in his head it’s messy and all jumbled up and he doesn’t really see it, but I do. It’s not just his father’s command holding him back, it’s a deep-rooted fear that maybe I wouldn’t be able to handle things either. I’ve never heard of wolves breaking down this way and I can’t even imagine what she must have seen to end up a shell of a person who abandoned all she loved. Locked in her own mind, silently, and eternally adrift.

The Luna, she’s meant to be the gentle touch of her people. Her focus is on the young and vulnerable, while her alpha mate is the strength and protection of the many. Our Luna is not here, and for ten years her weakest have suffered under his command. Her absence the sole reason of my kind were pushed aside and forgotten. She would never have allowed the orphans to be cast out; it’s the job of a Luna, to maternally protect the young, the innocent, the unloved. It all makes so much more sense now.

Juan’s focus is all about keeping the pack powerful and promoting unity among the strongest. He isn’t interested in the weak and condemned them to the dark side, so he didn’t have to take on his mate’s role and care for them. He even sent his own away because she failed to fit his expectations, that’s how power hungry he is.

No wonder Juan has become so much colder and crueler. His softer voice of reason, who could sway with her bond to him, has been gone for years and offers no conflict to the decisions he makes. Only a mate is truly allowed to argue, sway, dispute openly, or try and reason with an alpha, without real backlash or punishment. He rules with aggression now, and logic, and has no tender care for anyone who isn’t worthy. Her warm eye on her people is missing, and her heart in their wellbeing, it’s why so many of us were pushed out.

“He didn’t even let me say goodbye… he said it was for the best. Just had her moved and didn’t tell me until she was gone. I feel like he’s ashamed of her for being weak.” Colton’s voice croaks a little, his emotions pushing through despite him trying to shield them, and it pains me to feel that kind of broken anguish. He was her only child, and from what I can feel, they loved one another deeply, as a mother and son should. It’s an almost unbearable pain as it swarms me, but I can relate. I knew this pain and have grieved with the same intensity. It’s the mourning of a parent’s death, even if he hasn’t lost her to the underworld.

“And that’s why he hates me, because he thinks I’m the same.” I point out, watching for the reaction on his face, his eyes still glowing amber as he stares at the floor over his crossed legs, unable to look me in the eye when caught in despair. I think Colton is ashamed of being so broken by this, another pointer of Juan’s parenting skill. Colton has been lacking a mother’s touch for half his life. The most important years while he was forming. The one who should’ve nurtured and softened him after he was forced into battles as a child, taught him not to blindly follow his father in the way he does, and instilled the strength to be his own alpha. That was the Luna’s job as his mother. He’s been at his father’s mercy for years, baring down on him, and conditioning his outlook without restraint, it’s any wonder Colton’s as caring as he is and not more like Juan. Teaching him the cruelest of lessons about loyalty and compassion to your mate, and the unimportance of love.