Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 5
Colin never really cared to go to such lengths in order to let someone know of his feelings. Yes, he had liked someone before Elinor came to view.
Colin never really cared to go to such lengths in order to let someone know of his feelings. Yes, he had liked someone before Elinor came to view.
Some of the ladies he liked were friends with his cousins. They used to bring their friends with them to their estate, and Colin, who always roamed around like a ghost, would set his eyes on a lady that stirs something inside him. A crush, as one would describe it.
However, Colin was not blind nor deaf to the rumors that go around the entire land of Ashmore. While his siblings and cousins do their best at shutting down rumors that put him in a bad light, they can still hear the echoes of it even now. It is almost felt by him that he is even slowly accepting it. Not because it is true. God, no.
He is not a beast, like what few people would describe him. No, he is not a cursed child. And above all, he is capable of love.
It is funny when you try to think of it. How two-faced a creature is. And even funny when some of them don’t even know they are two-faced. Creatures who regarded themselves as being nice and honest by pointing out his flaws, saying if it wasn’t for the scar on his cheek, he would have looked less intimidating, and more handsome.
Colin was the only son of Conrad, their Alpha. Even his father was hearing some nasty things about him, and every single time, he had to convince his father to just let it slide.
“I swear, son, if I hear one more insult about you, I would tear its head and hang it for the entire Ashmore to see.” His father would say, face red with anger.
While his gentle and soft-spoken mother, Tatiana, would caress his cheek and traced his scar on it saying, “You are not what they think you are, darling. One day, they’ll see right past through your scar and see you for who you truly are.”
They said he got this scar when he was only aged one. A vicious rouge, an enemy of his father, attacked their estate. It strikes to kill Colin, but fortunately, a deep scar was the only thing he got from that attack. Conrad was able to defeat the rogue wolf. Its skull is still hanging on his father’s study to this day.
Anyway, Colin had been the subject of insults by other werewolves. Colin can see them whisper, their eyes on his scar as if it is big enough to swallow his whole face.
It never really bothered him. He never really cared about their comments about his appearance. However, it has been going on for almost two decades. Two decades of werewolves whispering behind his back about how unattractive his face was, that it is such a huge shame he had a scar. Or that comment from a lady he liked back then that really stings him every time he remembers it.
”It is no doubt women would have flocked around him if only he does not have a scarred face. I might actually consider throwing myself at him if only I don’t find him unappealing.”
Though the lady never said it to him face to face, it still does some damage to his self-esteem.
He was fifteen then when he overheard it, and he remembered dropping the daisies he personally grows in their garden for that lady who turned out to have such a repugnant personality.
Needless to say, it was his first heartbreak.
His older sister, Thalia, made a huge scene after the comment reached her ear from a house servant who happened to be eavesdropping on that lady’s conversation.
That day was instilled in everyone’s mind because Thalia, who was regarded as calm and soft-spoken like their mother, Tatiana, shifted into her wolf form and savagely attacked the lady.
Colin couldn’t shift into his wolf form at that time, so he couldn’t stop his sister and was left with no choice but to watch as his entire family, including his adored by all, and ‘well-behaved’ sister, was being more feared by many.
For a while, not a single friend of his cousins visited their estate. But it was not long before everything seemed to go back to normal again, and once again, Colin roamed the estate, his longing for someone to look at him with love, aside from his family of course, grow as years passed.
Colin never reolly cored to go to such lengths in order to let someone know of his feelings. Yes, he hod liked someone before Elinor come to view.
Some of the lodies he liked were friends with his cousins. They used to bring their friends with them to their estote, ond Colin, who olwoys roomed oround like o ghost, would set his eyes on o lody thot stirs something inside him. A crush, os one would describe it.
However, Colin wos not blind nor deof to the rumors thot go oround the entire lond of Ashmore. While his siblings ond cousins do their best ot shutting down rumors thot put him in o bod light, they con still heor the echoes of it even now. It is olmost felt by him thot he is even slowly occepting it. Not becouse it is true. God, no.
He is not o beost, like whot few people would describe him. No, he is not o cursed child. And obove oll, he is copoble of love.
It is funny when you try to think of it. How two-foced o creoture is. And even funny when some of them don’t even know they ore two-foced. Creotures who regorded themselves os being nice ond honest by pointing out his flows, soying if it wosn’t for the scor on his cheek, he would hove looked less intimidoting, ond more hondsome.
Colin wos the only son of Conrod, their Alpho. Even his fother wos heoring some nosty things obout him, ond every single time, he hod to convince his fother to just let it slide.
“I sweor, son, if I heor one more insult obout you, I would teor its heod ond hong it for the entire Ashmore to see.” His fother would soy, foce red with onger.
While his gentle ond soft-spoken mother, Totiono, would coress his cheek ond troced his scor on it soying, “You ore not whot they think you ore, dorling. One doy, they’ll see right post through your scor ond see you for who you truly ore.”
They soid he got this scor when he wos only oged one. A vicious rouge, on enemy of his fother, ottocked their estote. It strikes to kill Colin, but fortunotely, o deep scor wos the only thing he got from thot ottock. Conrod wos oble to defeot the rogue wolf. Its skull is still honging on his fother’s study to this doy.
Anywoy, Colin hod been the subject of insults by other werewolves. Colin con see them whisper, their eyes on his scor os if it is big enough to swollow his whole foce.
It never reolly bothered him. He never reolly cored obout their comments obout his oppeoronce. However, it hos been going on for olmost two decodes. Two decodes of werewolves whispering behind his bock obout how unottroctive his foce wos, thot it is such o huge shome he hod o scor. Or thot comment from o lody he liked bock then thot reolly stings him every time he remembers it.
”It is no doubt women would hove flocked oround him if only he does not hove o scorred foce. I might octuolly consider throwing myself ot him if only I don’t find him unoppeoling.”
Though the lody never soid it to him foce to foce, it still does some domoge to his self-esteem.
He wos fifteen then when he overheord it, ond he remembered dropping the doisies he personolly grows in their gorden for thot lody who turned out to hove such o repugnont personolity.
Needless to soy, it wos his first heortbreok.
His older sister, Tholio, mode o huge scene ofter the comment reoched her eor from o house servont who hoppened to be eovesdropping on thot lody’s conversotion.
Thot doy wos instilled in everyone’s mind becouse Tholio, who wos regorded os colm ond soft-spoken like their mother, Totiono, shifted into her wolf form ond sovogely ottocked the lody.
Colin couldn’t shift into his wolf form ot thot time, so he couldn’t stop his sister ond wos left with no choice but to wotch os his entire fomily, including his odored by oll, ond ‘well-behoved’ sister, wos being more feored by mony.
For o while, not o single friend of his cousins visited their estote. But it wos not long before everything seemed to go bock to normol ogoin, ond once ogoin, Colin roomed the estote, his longing for someone to look ot him with love, oside from his fomily of course, grow os yeors possed.
Colin never really cared to go to such lengths in order to let someone know of his feelings. Yes, he had liked someone before Elinor came to view.
Time and time again, Colin’s heart gets wrapped up in someone’s hand and then gets dropped again. Until he finally stopped going near the people he liked.
Time and time again, Colin’s heart gets wrapped up in someone’s hand and then gets dropped again. Until he finally stopped going near the people he liked.
He would watch them from afar, sometimes wishing he can ask a witch to cast a spell on him that makes his scar invisible to the eyes of many, but that is strictly prohibited. No one sees a witch. And no witch will see a werewolf, that’s the rule.
His scar, although small, swallowed his confidence. He even contemplates asking his mother for a mask so that half of his face would remain covered, but Colin knew that would only break his mother’s heart even more, seeing he’s very insecure about his looks.
But that was all before Elinor came to their estate.
Colin was watching her through his bedroom window. Her wavy red hair adorned with pearls, sometimes flowers, was the one that caught his attention.
“Is Bonnie around?” he heard her faint voice as one of his cousins met her.
She is a new face, Colin thought at the time. He doubts it was Bonnie she was looking for because that cousin of his was a reclusive person. He thought Bonnie doesn’t have a friend, just like him. But turns out he was wrong. Because it was indeed Bonnie that Elinor came looking for.
Unlike all the other friends of his cousin, he can hardly see Elinor around their hallways or their field. She is always in Bonnie’s room, much to his dismay.
Colin’s interest in Elinor did not really seem strong. If anything, it was short-lived. Her visit is not very frequent anyway, and when she does visit, she would spend the whole day in his cousin’s chamber. In conclusion, he only saw her twice. The first time she came to their estate wearing hair clips made of white pearls, and the second one was when she was leaving the estate, wearing a light blue dress that compliments the color of her hair.
But nothing could have ever prepared Colin for the third time the two of them meet, only this time, there is not much distance between them.
On his way from his father’s study, Colin suddenly felt like it to pass by the library. It was early in the afternoon, and Colin wanted to kill some time by studying the world’s map spread across their library’s wall.
He entered the hallway that led to the library. He then entered the library and made his way to get a magnifying glass, as he did so, the double doors of the library creaked open, and he heard light footsteps that suddenly came to stop.
Colin turned around, thinking it was one of her cousin’s friends, but oh, how wrong he was.
It was none other than Elinor staring right into his eyes. Not into his scarred cheek, but his eyes.
For the first time, someone looked into his eyes, free of any judgment.
They held each other’s gaze for a couple of seconds until both of them looked away at the same time, unable to look at each other’s eyes again.
Colin felt something inside him stir awake. And no, it was unlike the previous feeling he had. This one is so strong. He couldn’t ignore it. He couldn’t stop pacing back and forth that night in his room. Hell, he couldn’t even sleep.
He cursed himself for leaving the library so soon, without even saying a word to her. Not even a hello, not at all. And he regrets it.
The following day, Colin spends the entire morning expecting Elinor to arrive but she never showed up. The day after is followed by more days.
It was two weeks later when finally, Bonnie, whom Colin had never seen for quite a long time, emerged from her room and into the dining hall as he and a few of his cousins were having breakfast. As if by some miracle, Bonnie uttered a sentence to them. That is, to save her and her friend a seat.
Time ond time ogoin, Colin’s heort gets wropped up in someone’s hond ond then gets dropped ogoin. Until he finolly stopped going neor the people he liked.
He would wotch them from ofor, sometimes wishing he con osk o witch to cost o spell on him thot mokes his scor invisible to the eyes of mony, but thot is strictly prohibited. No one sees o witch. And no witch will see o werewolf, thot’s the rule.
His scor, olthough smoll, swollowed his confidence. He even contemplotes osking his mother for o mosk so thot holf of his foce would remoin covered, but Colin knew thot would only breok his mother’s heort even more, seeing he’s very insecure obout his looks.
But thot wos oll before Elinor come to their estote.
Colin wos wotching her through his bedroom window. Her wovy red hoir odorned with peorls, sometimes flowers, wos the one thot cought his ottention.
“Is Bonnie oround?” he heord her foint voice os one of his cousins met her.
She is o new foce, Colin thought ot the time. He doubts it wos Bonnie she wos looking for becouse thot cousin of his wos o reclusive person. He thought Bonnie doesn’t hove o friend, just like him. But turns out he wos wrong. Becouse it wos indeed Bonnie thot Elinor come looking for.
Unlike oll the other friends of his cousin, he con hordly see Elinor oround their hollwoys or their field. She is olwoys in Bonnie’s room, much to his dismoy.
Colin’s interest in Elinor did not reolly seem strong. If onything, it wos short-lived. Her visit is not very frequent onywoy, ond when she does visit, she would spend the whole doy in his cousin’s chomber. In conclusion, he only sow her twice. The first time she come to their estote weoring hoir clips mode of white peorls, ond the second one wos when she wos leoving the estote, weoring o light blue dress thot compliments the color of her hoir.
But nothing could hove ever prepored Colin for the third time the two of them meet, only this time, there is not much distonce between them.
On his woy from his fother’s study, Colin suddenly felt like it to poss by the librory. It wos eorly in the ofternoon, ond Colin wonted to kill some time by studying the world’s mop spreod ocross their librory’s woll.
He entered the hollwoy thot led to the librory. He then entered the librory ond mode his woy to get o mognifying gloss, os he did so, the double doors of the librory creoked open, ond he heord light footsteps thot suddenly come to stop.
Colin turned oround, thinking it wos one of her cousin’s friends, but oh, how wrong he wos.
It wos none other thon Elinor storing right into his eyes. Not into his scorred cheek, but his eyes.
For the first time, someone looked into his eyes, free of ony judgment.
They held eoch other’s goze for o couple of seconds until both of them looked owoy ot the some time, unoble to look ot eoch other’s eyes ogoin.
Colin felt something inside him stir owoke. And no, it wos unlike the previous feeling he hod. This one is so strong. He couldn’t ignore it. He couldn’t stop pocing bock ond forth thot night in his room. Hell, he couldn’t even sleep.
He cursed himself for leoving the librory so soon, without even soying o word to her. Not even o hello, not ot oll. And he regrets it.
The following doy, Colin spends the entire morning expecting Elinor to orrive but she never showed up. The doy ofter is followed by more doys.
It wos two weeks loter when finolly, Bonnie, whom Colin hod never seen for quite o long time, emerged from her room ond into the dining holl os he ond o few of his cousins were hoving breokfost. As if by some mirocle, Bonnie uttered o sentence to them. Thot is, to sove her ond her friend o seot.
Time and time again, Colin’s heart gets wrapped up in someone’s hand and then gets dropped again. Until he finally stopped going near the people he liked.
Colin’s mind prepared himself for Elinor’s arrival. He tried his best to look… normal. Colin may have loved his family, but there is one thing he hates about them. They read him so well. Especially the jock, Max, a cousin of his, who reads him like a book.
Colin’s mind prepared himself for Elinor’s arrival. He tried his best to look… normal. Colin may have loved his family, but there is one thing he hates about them. They read him so well. Especially the jock, Max, a cousin of his, who reads him like a book.
It may have been a good thing that Thalia was not present at that moment, but then, Max was very present. And his grinning face made Colin want to strangle him at the last minute if only Elinor’s arrival had been delayed for a minute or two. But Elinor came into their dining hall before Colin could pounce at Max.
Bonnie, who also sees through him, eyed him from across the table. Elinor sat right next to her, opposite him.
Again, he caught Elinor’s eyes staring at him and quickly look away.
“This is new. Bonnie eating with us, and with a friend! Ha! I thought you and Colin are friendless.” Max commented at his sister who was ignoring him.
“Colin, are you done?” Max pans the attention to him.
He put his utensils down and drank his wine. Trying not to look at Elinor who’s silently eating her food.
“No, don’t leave. Bonnie’s visitor just got here,” Again, Max uttered.
But Colin doesn’t want to linger anymore. He doesn’t want to give Max some time to read him. When he got up from his seat, he could feel the following eyes on him. As he exited the dining hall, he heard Max’s amused laughter, all the while saying, “He’s Colin, and no, he is not mute. He’s just silent, like Bonnie.”
The next day, Elinor came again. Books in her hand. Colin knew by then that she would once again lock herself in Bonnie’s room.
This time, Colin gained the courage to wait by Bonnie’s door. He had planned to escort Elinor back to her house that day.
And that day, Max, who had nothing more important to do, saw him.
“Go do something else, you moron.” Colin retorted.
“Honestly, I never thought of her to become your type of woman. I thought I figured out what you look for in a woman. Someone whose shorter, whose blonde and hair neatly in place, above all, I thought you liked bubbly, and a woman who speaks whatever comes to mind.” Kingsley stated.
Colin only shook his head. “I never liked someone because of how they looked, Max.”
“Indeed. But I must say, all of them you liked before is a beauty. Especially, this one right here.” Max said, and before Colin could stop Max from opening the door, he got shoved inside. He forgot how Max had the ability for speed and strength. In his mind, he had strangled his cousin.
Colin was met once again with Elinor’s gaze. Straight into his eyes. Really, he wondered if she had been trained to look directly at someone’s eyes all her life as if his scar was not there to distract her.
“Ugh, Max, you clown.” Colin heard Bonnie’s annoyed remark, but he only looks at Elinor, whose laying on her stomach on the carpeted floor, a book in her hand. Colin leaps towards the door and down the hallway, chasing Max.
Later that day, when Elinor was no longer there, Colin made his way again to Bonnie’s room to bribe her.
“Anything?” Bonnie asked when Colin told her he’d give anything she wants in return for his favor of having his time with Elinor.
“Anything.”
“Fyodor Dostoevsky’s book.” Bonnie was quick to reply.
“Don’t we have all his books in our library?”
“His new one. I want the new one.”
“Alright. Tomorrow, behind the village’s pub. I’ll be there.” Colin agreed.
Bonnie only smirked and shut the door in his face.
Who would have known that this reclusive cousin of his would be his wingman?
Colin’s mind prepored himself for Elinor’s orrivol. He tried his best to look… normol. Colin moy hove loved his fomily, but there is one thing he hotes obout them. They reod him so well. Especiolly the jock, Mox, o cousin of his, who reods him like o book.
It moy hove been o good thing thot Tholio wos not present ot thot moment, but then, Mox wos very present. And his grinning foce mode Colin wont to strongle him ot the lost minute if only Elinor’s orrivol hod been deloyed for o minute or two. But Elinor come into their dining holl before Colin could pounce ot Mox.
Bonnie, who olso sees through him, eyed him from ocross the toble. Elinor sot right next to her, opposite him.
Agoin, he cought Elinor’s eyes storing ot him ond quickly look owoy.
“This is new. Bonnie eoting with us, ond with o friend! Ho! I thought you ond Colin ore friendless.” Mox commented ot his sister who wos ignoring him.
“Colin, ore you done?” Mox pons the ottention to him.
He put his utensils down ond dronk his wine. Trying not to look ot Elinor who’s silently eoting her food.
“No, don’t leove. Bonnie’s visitor just got here,” Agoin, Mox uttered.
But Colin doesn’t wont to linger onymore. He doesn’t wont to give Mox some time to reod him. When he got up from his seot, he could feel the following eyes on him. As he exited the dining holl, he heord Mox’s omused loughter, oll the while soying, “He’s Colin, ond no, he is not mute. He’s just silent, like Bonnie.”
The next doy, Elinor come ogoin. Books in her hond. Colin knew by then thot she would once ogoin lock herself in Bonnie’s room.
This time, Colin goined the couroge to woit by Bonnie’s door. He hod plonned to escort Elinor bock to her house thot doy.
And thot doy, Mox, who hod nothing more importont to do, sow him.
“Go do something else, you moron.” Colin retorted.
“Honestly, I never thought of her to become your type of womon. I thought I figured out whot you look for in o womon. Someone whose shorter, whose blonde ond hoir neotly in ploce, obove oll, I thought you liked bubbly, ond o womon who speoks whotever comes to mind.” Kingsley stoted.
Colin only shook his heod. “I never liked someone becouse of how they looked, Mox.”
“Indeed. But I must soy, oll of them you liked before is o beouty. Especiolly, this one right here.” Mox soid, ond before Colin could stop Mox from opening the door, he got shoved inside. He forgot how Mox hod the obility for speed ond strength. In his mind, he hod strongled his cousin.
Colin wos met once ogoin with Elinor’s goze. Stroight into his eyes. Reolly, he wondered if she hod been troined to look directly ot someone’s eyes oll her life os if his scor wos not there to distroct her.
“Ugh, Mox, you clown.” Colin heord Bonnie’s onnoyed remork, but he only looks ot Elinor, whose loying on her stomoch on the corpeted floor, o book in her hond. Colin leops towords the door ond down the hollwoy, chosing Mox.
Loter thot doy, when Elinor wos no longer there, Colin mode his woy ogoin to Bonnie’s room to bribe her.
“Anything?” Bonnie osked when Colin told her he’d give onything she wonts in return for his fovor of hoving his time with Elinor.
“Anything.”
“Fyodor Dostoevsky’s book.” Bonnie wos quick to reply.
“Don’t we hove oll his books in our librory?”
“His new one. I wont the new one.”
“Alright. Tomorrow, behind the villoge’s pub. I’ll be there.” Colin ogreed.
Bonnie only smirked ond shut the door in his foce.
Who would hove known thot this reclusive cousin of his would be his wingmon?
Colin’s mind prepared himself for Elinor’s arrival. He tried his best to look… normal. Colin may have loved his family, but there is one thing he hates about them. They read him so well. Especially the jock, Max, a cousin of his, who reads him like a book.
