Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book novel Chapter 9

It’s been thirteen days since Colton left me in the forest and I don’t think I have the will to keep trying anymore. I’m tired of life and everything has become so mundane. Everything I thought I experienced before that day is nothing in comparison to how I’ve been since. It’s like my family have died all over again, and I am bereft and inconsolable. I’ve no more tears because I’ve cried so many. I’m nothing, but a numb hollow shell and the sunlight has withdrawn from my world to leave me in eternal cold shadow.

I tried to stop the spiraling depression, I fought hard to beat this feeling of being sucked free of all life, but the fates don’t play when you deny them. I’m not even living anymore. Such is my empty continuous state of nothing.

I robotically move from my room to kitchen, from kitchen to chores, from chores to my room, day after day. I’ve nothing to say, nothing to add to the conversations around me, and nothing to do or think about beyond focus on this eternal emptiness that I drag around day after day. It’s like a sack of boulders chain to my back, and I can’t free myself to outrun them.

I was never this girl. I survived the loss of so much more, yet I don’t know how to fight this. I’ve read books in the library that blame the severance for my worsened state and mental decline. Cast free, set afloat by a rejection of this level… it messes with you more than just the rejection of a normal union ever could. Wolves can pick mates; it’s not always fated. And normally both parties get a choice, so you have to be pretty sure to shackle your heart to someone, if you’re going to ask them to be mated for life.

Scenting’s happen… that’s when the mate you are most likely to bond with can smell out your scent among the many and identify you easily. It’s usually the way we figure out who we want before we see them. Mates should and can smell one another, no matter the distance or the crowds. So, rejecting someone who syncs with your scent can be crushing as it is. Rejecting someone who imprints at the hands of the fates… there is no recorded outcome. No one has ever defied it, because quite simply… no one fights the union.

Its all-encompassing ‘instalove’ and a need and hunger stronger than any bond in the land. Imprinting is soul mate lore. Unbreakable, pure, and powerful and defies all logic, sense, or reason. It’s magical. No one wants to deny that kind of obsessive connection and walk away to find another mate… until us.

I can confirm, rejecting from that kind of bond is like dying, only not actually letting the body fade out to black when the soul leaves you. I’m a walking shell. Zombified and unable to do anything about it at all, and death right now is starting to look a hell of a lot rosier than this. I’m in purgatory, only it looks exactly like my life before, yet a whole lot suckier.

I don’t even know if this is how Colton feels, because sometimes, the rejector, they have very little in way of backlash in the way the rejected does. They made the choice to end things and for some reason, the fates let them away with crushing another soul. I guess that’s why choosing a mate is not an impulse thing and marking someone you have been dating can sometimes be a choice of many years. I mean look at Carmen and Colton. Two years and he still hadn’t marked her, even though he told me he made the choice to mate up with her. Even he wasn’t ready to commit in case she turned him down and everybody knows how much she loves him.

I’ve tried not to wonder over the past two weeks if they have rekindled their love affair, but I guess I would know. We’re bonded, so I would feel it if he had sex with anyone else, whether I want to or not. Hell, I’ll feel it if he even kisses anyone. Even with a verbal renouncement, from what I have read, it should make no difference to my being able to know when he betrays the fates and chooses to procreate with another. The only balance to that is, he’ll feel it if I do too. Whoever ordained this bullshit, they need therapy, because someone up there has a twisted sense of what’s right.

I jump out of my skin when the door slams behind me and brings me back to reality with a bump. Daydreaming again while folding my laundry and flinch when Vanka strolls in, smoking a cigarette, and fills our room with the putrid choking smell of her bad habit. We’re supposed to have a house rule against smoking, but it’s not like Vanka ever does anything she’s ever told.

“Do you mind?” I snap at her bitchily, wafting my hand in the air as the smoke curls towards me. Trying to stop it invading my newly heightened senses and stifle a cough as I get hit in the back of my throat.

“No, not really.” She blows a fresh wave right at me as she strolls past, sashaying her hips and hits me with a sneer as she goes. I bite on my lower lip and ignore her, before this turns nasty. She’s always been quick to aggression and left me with some pretty bad bruises and scrapes over the years. I know better than to start another fight with her.

I sigh heavily and go back to what I’m doing, folding clothes on my bed, wanting to have this done before lights out in a few minutes. There aren’t many house rules for the likes of us, but our guardians have a very strict lights out and locked doors rule as soon as the moon comes up. It goes back to the wars and the fact the vampires can only come out when the sun goes down. The only time we have an exception is the full moon, every cycle, for the ceremony on shadow rock. We don’t have packs to protect us here, so we don’t get any leeway in our freedoms living in the orphanage.

Vanka’s eyes bear down on me and reluctantly, I look up, and penetrate her with a questioning stare. She wants something, that’s obvious, but it won’t come as a polite request, it never does.

“I’m going out after the guardians go home…. if you snitch, I’ll mess you up.” The amber glow in her eyes add weight to the promise and I eyeroll, no longer intimidated since my power to heal and fight back improved greatly with my turning.

“Why would I snitch? I don’t care what you do.” I go back to staring at the endless pile of laundry, mostly PJ’s, and try hard to ignore her. No energy for this at all.

“Good. I have a hot date with one of the boys from the Ryleigh pack. Nothing serious, totally slumming it, and wants to try it on with a shameful reject. He’s a weird one with some serious kinks.” She laughs dirtily, looking for a reaction, igniting an instant unease down deep in my stomach.

Most she-wolves save themselves for the one-day mate, but I guess girls like us don’t have any reason to. Even when we get a chance, they reject us on the grounds of who we are.

“Use protection. An unwanted kid would end up right back here and you’d have no choice but to stay.” I warn, more for my benefit than hers. I’ve been counting down the days when she leaves me in peace, and I can fumigate her rank scent from this room. I’ve nothing else in life to look forward to anymore, so I may as well have that. Room to myself, space to call my own.

“Whatevs…. Maybe you should try it and fuck up that pretty little Santo head a little, for throwing you in the trash. It’s bound to sting.” She sneers and then laughs at her own devious plan, but I ignore it. As much as he’s broken me, I still love him, and wouldn’t want to inflict that kind of pain. Hell, I wouldn’t want to do it to myself, I’ve no desire to have sex with anyone that’s not him, as stupid as that sounds.

“Tell me… is it true you two were mid screw and ready to mark when daddy walked in and threw your ass out?” It’s the snide catty tone that riles my temper and I throw her a pointed snarl, pinning her eyes with mine as she hits a nerve. Erupting furiously, without restraint, as it comes out so fast, I can’t counteract.

“It’s got nothing to do with you, so shut the hell up.” The insane instant deep rumble and scathing tone I elicit scares even me, and as her eyes widen in shock. She drops her cigarette right out of her gawping mouth. I recoil, wondering what the hell that was. I didn’t sound like me at all and that hostility came from nowhere. My blood riling and heating up in a split second and forcing out what I assume was my wolf growl. I guess she really struck a bone.

“What the fu…. your eyes…. they’re red.” She stutters, visibly shaken and backs away from me a little before realizing her lap is burning and starts madly grabbing for her dropped fire stick like a mental person. Soon as she retrieves it, she backs up and slides by me, near the wall, before escaping out of our bedroom door with a backward glance of wariness, a look of unadulterated fear, and takes off at speed.

I’m left dumbfounded, at both my guttural aggressive response and this god damn red crap. I push off from where I am, stepping to the mirror in three strides across the room and stare at my own reflection before the rage in me calms back to numb. I have to see this. It’s a stirring memory of Colton’s words and I blanche when I see the evidence for myself and gasp in horror.

She’s right…

Colton was right.

There before me, seeing for the first time how I look when my eyes flash with warning that I am on the verge to turn, I’m faced with two glowing orbs of the darkest blood red, in place of where amber should be. Almost satanic in their fire and gleam and make me look insane or demonic.

The shock and instant fear that cascades through my veins icily mutes them back to natural green instantly, and I fall back, eliciting a yelp as I’m gripped with a sense that something is really wrong with that.

Red? What the hell?

They’re not red. They can’t be. No one has red, never in all the times, and notes, and books, and packs, and clans, and history, of our kind. I’ve never heard of it and it dawns on me, the elders have forgotten about Colton’s pointing it out that day. It was never mentioned again, or maybe they thought he was mistaken, or maybe they were so preoccupied by the fact he almost marked me right under their noses and that was far mor pressing an issue. I mean it’s ludicrous.

Our eyes are amber. They can’t be any other color. It’s not a thing… this is not a thing!!!

I start panicking, pulling myself back to the mirror in a bid to force myself to bring them back, but that ingrained terror running through me stops it from happening. I don’t know what to do or what it means.

Am I sick? Is there something wrong with me? I’ve no idea what to think and I pace insanely, flustered and freaking out, heart close to popping an artery as it thunders insanely in my chest. My brain spinning nauseatingly that maybe there is something really, really wrong with me. I didn’t think anything of it when Colton said, it to be frank, I thought he was tripping and not seeing clearly. That somehow with all the chaos, the drama, the heavy emotions swirling around, he saw red because of his own rage and mood at the time.