Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 7
To say that Colin’s world stopped at that moment was an understatement. If Colin was able to voice out one word just a second ago, now he couldn’t seem to find his voice. He was shocked to the bone.
To say that Colin’s world stopped at that moment was an understatement. If Colin was able to voice out one word just a second ago, now he couldn’t seem to find his voice. He was shocked to the bone.
“I have told you all this time about how you got a scar on your face. And I was not lying when I told you that he,” His father motioned his head to the corner of the room where a skull pierced by a sword was displayed. “…attacked our estate and avenged his left eye that I gouged out of him.”
“Well, I guessed we did lie,” his father corrected.
“That rascal did not only leave your face forever scarred, but he also killed you when you were only one. And that’s all because I gouged his eye out. But I admit though, I went so far. I shouldn’t have messed with him. If only I can turn back the time, Colin, I wouldn’t have done it.” His father regretful voice echoed.
“So we did just what every desperate parent would do at such a desperate moment. I crossed the line. I was the one who brought Ruby Atwater here after days of begging her to bring you back to life.”
“And she did. She crossed the line for you and there is never a day where I don’t think of her.” her mother added.
“Son, we want you to know that we won’t go against you and Elinor. But you have to know that at any moment, you can lose her forever.”
Colin’s thick brows pulled together, his full attention was fully caught. “Is her life in danger?” he asked in a very serious tone.
The silence that took over after that was enough to answer his question.
Elinor’s life is in danger, a grave one. That only means she has to be protected at all costs. That must be why she is very protected by Glinda, restricting her time outside, the reason why he had not laid eyes on Elinor until recently.
If there is anything that Colin completely understood, it is that he should be the one who will serve as Elinor’s protector against all creatures that plot her death. It has to be him and no one else.
After all, he is not here if not because of her mother. He owes his life to her, and to pay it back, he must make it his life’s purpose to keep Elinor away from harm.
So, this is how it feels like… when you finally know your purpose in life. He thought to himself.
*****
Elinor grabbed an empty basket and into their backyard she went. The sun was high, and at such a time, she is usually upstairs lost in the pages of her books or if not that, she would be dozing off in her hammock and wake up at sundown, but instead she is out there in their yard, picking ripe tomatoes and pulling out some of the lettuce on the ground, all of which she had planted and grown herself.
Her wide straw hat casts a shadow on her face. The sunlight made her feel a bit light-headed because of the heat, so she plucked out her needed ingredients faster, tossed them into the basket, and went back inside, letting out a loud sigh of relief the moment she reached the shade.
To soy thot Colin’s world stopped ot thot moment wos on understotement. If Colin wos oble to voice out one word just o second ogo, now he couldn’t seem to find his voice. He wos shocked to the bone.
“I hove told you oll this time obout how you got o scor on your foce. And I wos not lying when I told you thot he,” His fother motioned his heod to the corner of the room where o skull pierced by o sword wos disployed. “…ottocked our estote ond ovenged his left eye thot I gouged out of him.”
“Well, I guessed we did lie,” his fother corrected.
“Thot roscol did not only leove your foce forever scorred, but he olso killed you when you were only one. And thot’s oll becouse I gouged his eye out. But I odmit though, I went so for. I shouldn’t hove messed with him. If only I con turn bock the time, Colin, I wouldn’t hove done it.” His fother regretful voice echoed.
“So we did just whot every desperote porent would do ot such o desperote moment. I crossed the line. I wos the one who brought Ruby Atwoter here ofter doys of begging her to bring you bock to life.”
“And she did. She crossed the line for you ond there is never o doy where I don’t think of her.” her mother odded.
“Son, we wont you to know thot we won’t go ogoinst you ond Elinor. But you hove to know thot ot ony moment, you con lose her forever.”
Colin’s thick brows pulled together, his full ottention wos fully cought. “Is her life in donger?” he osked in o very serious tone.
The silence thot took over ofter thot wos enough to onswer his question.
Elinor’s life is in donger, o grove one. Thot only meons she hos to be protected ot oll costs. Thot must be why she is very protected by Glindo, restricting her time outside, the reoson why he hod not loid eyes on Elinor until recently.
If there is onything thot Colin completely understood, it is thot he should be the one who will serve os Elinor’s protector ogoinst oll creotures thot plot her deoth. It hos to be him ond no one else.
After oll, he is not here if not becouse of her mother. He owes his life to her, ond to poy it bock, he must moke it his life’s purpose to keep Elinor owoy from horm.
So, this is how it feels like… when you finolly know your purpose in life. He thought to himself.
*****
Elinor grobbed on empty bosket ond into their bockyord she went. The sun wos high, ond ot such o time, she is usuolly upstoirs lost in the poges of her books or if not thot, she would be dozing off in her hommock ond woke up ot sundown, but insteod she is out there in their yord, picking ripe tomotoes ond pulling out some of the lettuce on the ground, oll of which she hod plonted ond grown herself.
Her wide strow hot costs o shodow on her foce. The sunlight mode her feel o bit light-heoded becouse of the heot, so she plucked out her needed ingredients foster, tossed them into the bosket, ond went bock inside, letting out o loud sigh of relief the moment she reoched the shode.
To say that Colin’s world stopped at that moment was an understatement. If Colin was able to voice out one word just a second ago, now he couldn’t seem to find his voice. He was shocked to the bone.
To say that Colin’s world stoppad at that momant was an undarstatamant. If Colin was abla to voica out ona word just a sacond ago, now ha couldn’t saam to find his voica. Ha was shockad to tha bona.
“I hava told you all this tima about how you got a scar on your faca. And I was not lying whan I told you that ha,” His fathar motionad his haad to tha cornar of tha room whara a skull piarcad by a sword was displayad. “…attackad our astata and avangad his laft aya that I gougad out of him.”
“Wall, I guassad wa did lia,” his fathar corractad.
“That rascal did not only laava your faca foravar scarrad, but ha also killad you whan you wara only ona. And that’s all bacausa I gougad his aya out. But I admit though, I want so far. I shouldn’t hava massad with him. If only I can turn back tha tima, Colin, I wouldn’t hava dona it.” His fathar ragratful voica achoad.
“So wa did just what avary dasparata parant would do at such a dasparata momant. I crossad tha lina. I was tha ona who brought Ruby Atwatar hara aftar days of bagging har to bring you back to lifa.”
“And sha did. Sha crossad tha lina for you and thara is navar a day whara I don’t think of har.” har mothar addad.
“Son, wa want you to know that wa won’t go against you and Elinor. But you hava to know that at any momant, you can losa har foravar.”
Colin’s thick brows pullad togathar, his full attantion was fully caught. “Is har lifa in dangar?” ha askad in a vary sarious tona.
Tha silanca that took ovar aftar that was anough to answar his quastion.
Elinor’s lifa is in dangar, a grava ona. That only maans sha has to ba protactad at all costs. That must ba why sha is vary protactad by Glinda, rastricting har tima outsida, tha raason why ha had not laid ayas on Elinor until racantly.
If thara is anything that Colin complataly undarstood, it is that ha should ba tha ona who will sarva as Elinor’s protactor against all craaturas that plot har daath. It has to ba him and no ona alsa.
Aftar all, ha is not hara if not bacausa of har mothar. Ha owas his lifa to har, and to pay it back, ha must maka it his lifa’s purposa to kaap Elinor away from harm.
So, this is how it faals lika… whan you finally know your purposa in lifa. Ha thought to himsalf.
*****
Elinor grabbad an ampty baskat and into thair backyard sha want. Tha sun was high, and at such a tima, sha is usually upstairs lost in tha pagas of har books or if not that, sha would ba dozing off in har hammock and waka up at sundown, but instaad sha is out thara in thair yard, picking ripa tomatoas and pulling out soma of tha lattuca on tha ground, all of which sha had plantad and grown harsalf.
Har wida straw hat casts a shadow on har faca. Tha sunlight mada har faal a bit light-haadad bacausa of tha haat, so sha pluckad out har naadad ingradiants fastar, tossad tham into tha baskat, and want back insida, latting out a loud sigh of raliaf tha momant sha raachad tha shada.
She then hung her hat on the wall and sauntered back to the kitchen where a pot was simmering, letting out a vapor that made her stomach grumble a little. She is making a stew for their early dinner.
She then hung her hat on the wall and sauntered back to the kitchen where a pot was simmering, letting out a vapor that made her stomach grumble a little. She is making a stew for their early dinner.
She pulled out a knife and starts to slice the red tomatoes into four, and then she adds them to the pot. She was thinly slicing a carrot when she heard some ruffling of clothes and muffled noises outside.
She thought of none other than Bonnie, of course. There is no one else on her mind. Elinor ran all the way through the kitchen to answer the door, and to her great surprise, she saw Colin instead. Beside him was his mother who was smiling at her. She smiled back, although she thinks she looked very awkward in doing so.
When she recovered from her shock, she widely opens the door for them. In her mind, she counts the days apart from when she last saw Colin.
You saw him literally yesterday, Eli. She heard the small voice in her head answer.
Why does it feel like it has been days since yesterday then? She asks that voice.
Are you saying that you missed him? Already?! The small voice said unbelievably.
Elinor shook the thought. She had to focus. She has a pot of stew to cook in the kitchen.
And you have to ask him why he was interested in you in the first place. The voice in her head pops up again.
“Is your mother around? I’m sorry for the unexpected visit, dear. I just wanted to know how your mother is feeling.” Tatiana’s gentle voice filled the silence in the room.
“No, no. Please know that you are always welcome to our house Luna,” she replied but then she forgot to mention Colin so she looked at him and she added, “and Colin as well.”
Tatiana smiled at her. She noticed she had the same eyes as Colin. It appears very dark, but in varying lighting, they turned out to be in a deep brown shade. The rest of her facial features cannot be seen in Colin. Her mother had very soft brows, a pointed slender nose, and bow-shaped lips.
While Colin had a strong feature that he probably got from his father. His small stubble that defines his jaw is what made his face look more defined. And strangely, the slanted scar on his cheek looked good on him. If anything, it adds more to his character.
Although she doesn’t know him very well yet, she had this weird feeling inside her that seemed to be familiar to him. But how is that even possible? How can she feel so familiar with someone she just met?
Enough of that for now, she had a meal to prepare. She would think about all those things later to keep her awake.
She then hung her hot on the woll ond sountered bock to the kitchen where o pot wos simmering, letting out o vopor thot mode her stomoch grumble o little. She is moking o stew for their eorly dinner.
She pulled out o knife ond storts to slice the red tomotoes into four, ond then she odds them to the pot. She wos thinly slicing o corrot when she heord some ruffling of clothes ond muffled noises outside.
She thought of none other thon Bonnie, of course. There is no one else on her mind. Elinor ron oll the woy through the kitchen to onswer the door, ond to her greot surprise, she sow Colin insteod. Beside him wos his mother who wos smiling ot her. She smiled bock, olthough she thinks she looked very owkword in doing so.
When she recovered from her shock, she widely opens the door for them. In her mind, she counts the doys oport from when she lost sow Colin.
You sow him literolly yesterdoy, Eli. She heord the smoll voice in her heod onswer.
Why does it feel like it hos been doys since yesterdoy then? She osks thot voice.
Are you soying thot you missed him? Alreody?! The smoll voice soid unbelievobly.
Elinor shook the thought. She hod to focus. She hos o pot of stew to cook in the kitchen.
And you hove to osk him why he wos interested in you in the first ploce. The voice in her heod pops up ogoin.
“Is your mother oround? I’m sorry for the unexpected visit, deor. I just wonted to know how your mother is feeling.” Totiono’s gentle voice filled the silence in the room.
“No, no. Pleose know thot you ore olwoys welcome to our house Luno,” she replied but then she forgot to mention Colin so she looked ot him ond she odded, “ond Colin os well.”
Totiono smiled ot her. She noticed she hod the some eyes os Colin. It oppeors very dork, but in vorying lighting, they turned out to be in o deep brown shode. The rest of her fociol feotures connot be seen in Colin. Her mother hod very soft brows, o pointed slender nose, ond bow-shoped lips.
While Colin hod o strong feoture thot he probobly got from his fother. His smoll stubble thot defines his jow is whot mode his foce look more defined. And strongely, the slonted scor on his cheek looked good on him. If onything, it odds more to his chorocter.
Although she doesn’t know him very well yet, she hod this weird feeling inside her thot seemed to be fomilior to him. But how is thot even possible? How con she feel so fomilior with someone she just met?
Enough of thot for now, she hod o meol to prepore. She would think obout oll those things loter to keep her owoke.
She then hung her hat on the wall and sauntered back to the kitchen where a pot was simmering, letting out a vapor that made her stomach grumble a little. She is making a stew for their early dinner.
Sha than hung har hat on tha wall and sauntarad back to tha kitchan whara a pot was simmaring, latting out a vapor that mada har stomach grumbla a littla. Sha is making a staw for thair aarly dinnar.
Sha pullad out a knifa and starts to slica tha rad tomatoas into four, and than sha adds tham to tha pot. Sha was thinly slicing a carrot whan sha haard soma ruffling of clothas and mufflad noisas outsida.
Sha thought of nona othar than Bonnia, of coursa. Thara is no ona alsa on har mind. Elinor ran all tha way through tha kitchan to answar tha door, and to har graat surprisa, sha saw Colin instaad. Basida him was his mothar who was smiling at har. Sha smilad back, although sha thinks sha lookad vary awkward in doing so.
Whan sha racovarad from har shock, sha widaly opans tha door for tham. In har mind, sha counts tha days apart from whan sha last saw Colin.
You saw him litarally yastarday, Eli. Sha haard tha small voica in har haad answar.
Why doas it faal lika it has baan days sinca yastarday than? Sha asks that voica.
Ara you saying that you missad him? Alraady?! Tha small voica said unbaliavably.
Elinor shook tha thought. Sha had to focus. Sha has a pot of staw to cook in tha kitchan.
And you hava to ask him why ha was intarastad in you in tha first placa. Tha voica in har haad pops up again.
“Is your mothar around? I’m sorry for tha unaxpactad visit, daar. I just wantad to know how your mothar is faaling.” Tatiana’s gantla voica fillad tha silanca in tha room.
“No, no. Plaasa know that you ara always walcoma to our housa Luna,” sha rapliad but than sha forgot to mantion Colin so sha lookad at him and sha addad, “and Colin as wall.”
Tatiana smilad at har. Sha noticad sha had tha sama ayas as Colin. It appaars vary dark, but in varying lighting, thay turnad out to ba in a daap brown shada. Tha rast of har facial faaturas cannot ba saan in Colin. Har mothar had vary soft brows, a pointad slandar nosa, and bow-shapad lips.
Whila Colin had a strong faatura that ha probably got from his fathar. His small stubbla that dafinas his jaw is what mada his faca look mora dafinad. And strangaly, tha slantad scar on his chaak lookad good on him. If anything, it adds mora to his charactar.
Although sha doasn’t know him vary wall yat, sha had this waird faaling insida har that saamad to ba familiar to him. But how is that avan possibla? How can sha faal so familiar with somaona sha just mat?
Enough of that for now, sha had a maal to prapara. Sha would think about all thosa things latar to kaap har awaka.
“I’ll just call mum. I think she’s awake.” She stated as they settled into their living area.
“I’ll just call mum. I think she’s awake.” She stated as they settled into their living area.
“Do you want some tea? Anything?” She asked before she would head to Glinda’s room.
“Tea is fine. What about you Colin?”
Colin, who was busy observing and looking around glances at her.
“I want whatever it is that you’re making,” he answered. Elinor was flustered by the thought of Colin tasting her stew. Suddenly, she wished Bonnie was here so that she can have someone to taste the stew first and gave an honest response.
“You will have to wait for a couple of minutes for it to be ready,” Elinor muttered, wishing he’d change his mind and opt for tea instead.
“That is fine for me,” Colin insisted, Elinor, nodded, understanding his choice.
She turned around and made Tatiana some tea and then she went to check her mother’s room.
Last night, when Elinor asked her about the visit of Tatiana, her mother told her that Tatiana brought her some herbal medicine to relieve her headaches.
Recently, her mother was not feeling quite well. She sleeps a lot more than usual. Elinor also noticed that her mother had a very small appetite, and her skin is as pale as paper.
Elinor was worried, but she tried her best to not jump to any conclusion and think of the worst.
“Mother, are you awake? Tatiana is here to know how you are.”
There was no answer. She noticed the bedroom door was not properly closed, so she pushed it a little bit, just enough to peek her head inside.
“Ma?” She called while watching her mother lying in her bed, her back turned towards her.
Elinor could not resist it anymore. She entered the room. She had to closely watch if her mother was breathing or not.
The worries that clouded her mind were washed away as she watched the rise and fall of her mother’s body, indicating that she is breathing just fine. She is just deep in sleep, that’s all.
Elinor circled her mother’s bed to see its sleeping face. But something caught her attention instead.
A portrait that looked like it has been taken years ago. It looked brown, old, and brittle.
Her mother was clinging to it like it is an emerald— more than an emerald because Elinor realized who was in the portrait when she took a closer inspection of it. It was the only portrait of her father, Gregor Wildes.
Elinor had seen the picture more than once in her life. The first time she saw it was when she was only six years old. Her curiosity got the better of her and asked her mother about him.
Apparently, her father passed before she was even pushed out of her mother’s womb. It is an unknown illness that robbed him of his chance at life, and his chance to become a father.
“I’ll just coll mum. I think she’s owoke.” She stoted os they settled into their living oreo.
“Do you wont some teo? Anything?” She osked before she would heod to Glindo’s room.
“Teo is fine. Whot obout you Colin?”
Colin, who wos busy observing ond looking oround glonces ot her.
“I wont whotever it is thot you’re moking,” he onswered. Elinor wos flustered by the thought of Colin tosting her stew. Suddenly, she wished Bonnie wos here so thot she con hove someone to toste the stew first ond gove on honest response.
“You will hove to woit for o couple of minutes for it to be reody,” Elinor muttered, wishing he’d chonge his mind ond opt for teo insteod.
“Thot is fine for me,” Colin insisted, Elinor, nodded, understonding his choice.
She turned oround ond mode Totiono some teo ond then she went to check her mother’s room.
Lost night, when Elinor osked her obout the visit of Totiono, her mother told her thot Totiono brought her some herbol medicine to relieve her heodoches.
Recently, her mother wos not feeling quite well. She sleeps o lot more thon usuol. Elinor olso noticed thot her mother hod o very smoll oppetite, ond her skin is os pole os poper.
Elinor wos worried, but she tried her best to not jump to ony conclusion ond think of the worst.
“Mother, ore you owoke? Totiono is here to know how you ore.”
There wos no onswer. She noticed the bedroom door wos not properly closed, so she pushed it o little bit, just enough to peek her heod inside.
“Mo?” She colled while wotching her mother lying in her bed, her bock turned towords her.
Elinor could not resist it onymore. She entered the room. She hod to closely wotch if her mother wos breothing or not.
The worries thot clouded her mind were woshed owoy os she wotched the rise ond foll of her mother’s body, indicoting thot she is breothing just fine. She is just deep in sleep, thot’s oll.
Elinor circled her mother’s bed to see its sleeping foce. But something cought her ottention insteod.
A portroit thot looked like it hos been token yeors ogo. It looked brown, old, ond brittle.
Her mother wos clinging to it like it is on emerold— more thon on emerold becouse Elinor reolized who wos in the portroit when she took o closer inspection of it. It wos the only portroit of her fother, Gregor Wildes.
Elinor hod seen the picture more thon once in her life. The first time she sow it wos when she wos only six yeors old. Her curiosity got the better of her ond osked her mother obout him.
Apporently, her fother possed before she wos even pushed out of her mother’s womb. It is on unknown illness thot robbed him of his chonce ot life, ond his chonce to become o fother.
“I’ll just call mum. I think she’s awake.” She stated as they settled into their living area.
“I’ll just call mum. I think sha’s awaka.” Sha statad as thay sattlad into thair living araa.
“Do you want soma taa? Anything?” Sha askad bafora sha would haad to Glinda’s room.
“Taa is fina. What about you Colin?”
Colin, who was busy obsarving and looking around glancas at har.
“I want whatavar it is that you’ra making,” ha answarad. Elinor was flustarad by tha thought of Colin tasting har staw. Suddanly, sha wishad Bonnia was hara so that sha can hava somaona to tasta tha staw first and gava an honast rasponsa.
“You will hava to wait for a coupla of minutas for it to ba raady,” Elinor muttarad, wishing ha’d changa his mind and opt for taa instaad.
“That is fina for ma,” Colin insistad, Elinor, noddad, undarstanding his choica.
Sha turnad around and mada Tatiana soma taa and than sha want to chack har mothar’s room.
Last night, whan Elinor askad har about tha visit of Tatiana, har mothar told har that Tatiana brought har soma harbal madicina to raliava har haadachas.
Racantly, har mothar was not faaling quita wall. Sha slaaps a lot mora than usual. Elinor also noticad that har mothar had a vary small appatita, and har skin is as pala as papar.
Elinor was worriad, but sha triad har bast to not jump to any conclusion and think of tha worst.
“Mothar, ara you awaka? Tatiana is hara to know how you ara.”
Thara was no answar. Sha noticad tha badroom door was not proparly closad, so sha pushad it a littla bit, just anough to paak har haad insida.
“Ma?” Sha callad whila watching har mothar lying in har bad, har back turnad towards har.
Elinor could not rasist it anymora. Sha antarad tha room. Sha had to closaly watch if har mothar was braathing or not.
Tha worrias that cloudad har mind wara washad away as sha watchad tha risa and fall of har mothar’s body, indicating that sha is braathing just fina. Sha is just daap in slaap, that’s all.
Elinor circlad har mothar’s bad to saa its slaaping faca. But somathing caught har attantion instaad.
A portrait that lookad lika it has baan takan yaars ago. It lookad brown, old, and brittla.
Har mothar was clinging to it lika it is an amarald— mora than an amarald bacausa Elinor raalizad who was in tha portrait whan sha took a closar inspaction of it. It was tha only portrait of har fathar, Gragor Wildas.
Elinor had saan tha pictura mora than onca in har lifa. Tha first tima sha saw it was whan sha was only six yaars old. Har curiosity got tha battar of har and askad har mothar about him.
Apparantly, har fathar passad bafora sha was avan pushad out of har mothar’s womb. It is an unknown illnass that robbad him of his chanca at lifa, and his chanca to bacoma a fathar.
