Rejected Mate and Following Fate novel Chapter 121

“If you are satisfied with the terms of the treaty then there’s no need to delay in signing it. I came here with the support of my coven, and this will put an end to two decades of unrest.” My father sits back in his chair across the table and smiles somewhat eerily. I think it’s meant to translate to warm and kind but with his eternally stiff and frosty aura, it’s not.

“Finally, we get to know what peace is. Something I barely remember in my lifetime.” Colton lays the pen on top of it and slides the document to me. I don’t need to read it if he has and approved, so I quickly scrawl my name on the bottom and slide it towards Varro. It seems such a minor act for such a huge outcome. My feelings seem somewhat understated considering this is such a huge thing and I guess it hasn’t sunk in yet.

“Now all the formalities are out of the way. I was hoping on some time to get to know my daughter.” Varro shifts forward slightly, that pointy tooth smile that makes me uneasy and eyeballs me directly. The mood of our topic changing, and he seems instantly softer.

“What did you have planned exactly?” I ask somewhat warily.

“A walk around your grounds?”

“Just the two of us, or…?”

Colton’s gaze lands pointedly on the side of my face and the instant change in his stable mood sparks through my body like an electric volt. He perks up and the intense ‘hell no’ hissed in my internal mate link makes me jump visibly so that I cough to try and cover it. Colton is still a firm believer that Varro has a long way to go before he can begin to think about us trusting him. Being left alone with him is not going to happen anytime soon, even if I feel no threat coming from him. Colton still has many reservations about vampires.

“I don’t think your mate is all that enamored with that idea. Maybe a stroll, with him and his guards wandering a little behind us. So we can talk, without the presence of others.”

“Four feet…” Colton breaks in without hesitation

“Ten at a minimum is a little more realistic” Varro smoothly fires back. Stubborn and unfazed.

“Five!” A snarl this time as Colton’s temper rises at the haggling. When it comes to me, he doesn’t like to be undermined.

“How about we just see what feels natural and if I need you closer, I can easily wave or link. I truly do not see how a few feet makes a difference given you can jump that in the blink of an eye.” I point out sternly, giving my mate that ‘please back off’ eyebrow raise. He never knows how to tone down the overly aggressive borderline controlling tone when he gets all protective. I don’t want this somewhat peaceful meeting to turn sour. We need to show a modicum of trust here.

“Fine, but only you, Varro. None of your shadow men you left standing in the hall are to accompany you. And I follow with my second in command and the two Luna guards who follow her at all times.”

I inwardly sigh knowing there’s not a chance of negotiating with him as he thumbs my way with that glowering frown going on. He’s been ten times worse since my pregnancy bump started to show a little in the last few days. I’m growing fast now life has calmed down and I can spend my days eating and resting to my heart’s content while my pack restore two homes for the later splitting up of the pack.

Lychens don’t carry their young for the same term as humans and we birth our pups after half a year. That means I just hit the phase where I will expand like crazy and experience the biggest changes to my body. It’s important that in this time I step back, take it easy and prepare for what’s coming.

“Dear boy, I appreciate your love and need to guard your mate, but I am her biological father and started wars in the name of her and her mother. If anyone is going to hurt her, it’s not going to be me.” He raises his brow quizzically.

“He does have a point.” I try to soothe Colton’s way and meet only a cold glare as he locks on my face. That no nonsense, I won’t relent, look.

“If you have no ill intentions then what’s the issue with us following at a reasonable distance?”

“I second that.” Meadow’s voice waves our way from the far corner of the room where she had been silently standing all this time as guard and observer. I know she had been itching to say something but held her tongue as long as she could. I cast her a ‘please don’t’ grimace and she frowns straight back at me with a shrug.

“Can you both have a little faith in me, my judgement, abilities, and the sincerity of my father’s peace treaty. He came all this way and kept true to his word about bringing no more than his immediate escorts. He brought the treaty and we have had nothing but peace and tranquility for the past weeks. I am sure a walk unaccompanied is just fine.” I stand up and brush down my loose fitted dress, making a point that as Luna I should still have say. Making it clear they won’t be stopping me. They have both been cotton wool wrapping me ever since we returned here after that fateful night of turning Juan over to Varro and it’s a little frustrating at times.

“Lor…” Colton starts again but I cut him off.

“I’m not asking, I’m telling.” I grind it out, that superior no nonsense tone of standing up to Colton and he looks instantly wounded. His expression crumbles a little. The puppy eyes and reversion to young boy almost breaks my stubborn down and that pang in my chest that I have hurt my boy’s feelings.

He knows this side of me too well. The ‘I’ve had enough and want to decide for myself’. He still hasn’t ever gotten used to the fact he is not the ‘be all and end all’ in my world at all times. I sometimes have a mind of my own.

“It’s just….” Meadow starts and I snap around to glare at it, cutting her off instantly. She should know better than to take sides in any conversation between me and my mate.

“I’m pregnant, not a child. I can still make decisions for myself as Luna. I can still throw a vampire fifty feet across a room with the flick of my wrist if needs be. I doubt Varro here is going to do anything worthy of testing my abilities.” It’s curt, to the point and making it obvious I am losing patience.

“Fine. You stay where we can see you on the security camera’s and I still follow your path at a distance.”

“Whatever….” I sigh, knowing he will never relent but this is good enough.

“Shall we?” Varro seems amused with this entire interaction and not at all offended or displeased given we are outwardly questioning his motives. He doesn’t hesitate in getting up and heading for the end of the table, reaching out his arm in a gentlemanly manner and offering it to me. Rather grandly and I wonder if it’s to annoy my mate while putting him in his place. He’s old fashioned for sure but I guess being centuries old or more will do that.

I move swiftly, aware of the tense stares and poised aggressive stance of my unamused mate and best friend and ignore their reservations. I feel odd about linking my arm through his, aware my mate doesn’t like it one bit, but this is my biological dad. It’s no different to him holding onto Sierra.

It’s such a strangely intimate act for someone who is a stranger to me, yet the physical contact seems instantly familiar. I can’t explain it, but the second my limb entwines with his, I suddenly experience calm, quiet, like going home and I’m back in the years of holding my mother’s hand as though it was only yesterday. It gives me an odd sense of painful emotion and brings tears to my eyes that this relative stranger can conjure up this intense awareness that we are bonded by blood.