Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 12
Elinor had been silent since the burial of her mother. She hid herself in the corner of her mother's room. Lying in a fetal position, her mother's clothes serve as her blanket.
She does not have any single clue at all on how to carry on with her life now.
It was so fast. She couldn't even brace for it. It's like someone punched her in the face out of nowhere before she could even avoid the blow.
The pain that follows completely swallows her whole, throwing her into a bottomless well, and she's still continuously falling even now, bracing for an impact.
If this is what losing someone you love feels like, then I don't wish another creature to experience the same pain.
She heard the creaking sound of a door, then followed by the sounds of boots on a hardwood floor.
"Eli, please. You need to eat something. Or have something to quench your thirst," Colin begged.
Instead of answering him, she tucked herself even more, her knees touching her chest. She could not see him because of the blanket that covered her, which is a relief. She does not want to see anyone at the moment. She does not wish for Colin to see her in a such messy state.
Her lips and throat are dry so she thinks for a second to request some water, but she found that she couldn't speak, literally. For her throat are so dry, she finds it hard to voice out a word.
She closed her tired eyes when she couldn't hear Colin, and was about to fall asleep when she felt the clothe wrapped around her being lifted.
"I am truly sorry, Eli. I understand you have to grieve, but I could not stand it anymore seeing how you starve yourself," he said, going down on his knees as he picked her up from the floor as if she weighs nothing.
She felt so weak and light as the air she did not have the strength to fight off Colin and demand him to leave her alone. She couldn't even move a finger, let alone flail her arms around.
She lets him carry her to the bed, where there is already a tray filled with food, mostly, fruits.
Colin carefully placed her in a sitting position. He tucked her loose, greasy hair behind her ears. Then he went and soaked a face towel to clean her face and hands.
It was soaked in lukewarm water and it felt so good. She felt like a fish coming in contact with water after being deprived of it. Her tears start to stream down the side of her face again for how good Colin made her feel.
Her stare was blank and unmoving, but she could see Colin in her peripherals.
She wanted to let him know how thankful she was that he chose to stay around, and checks up on her from time to time. But currently, she cannot say it. All she can do was cry for being so grateful.
Her lips felt the cold glass with water, Colin had to lift it for her to drink, and so she did. She didn't realize how thirsty she was. It was followed by another glass of water to quench her thirst fully.
Elinor hed been silent since the buriel of her mother. She hid herself in the corner of her mother's room. Lying in e fetel position, her mother's clothes serve es her blenket.
She does not heve eny single clue et ell on how to cerry on with her life now.
It wes so fest. She couldn't even brece for it. It's like someone punched her in the fece out of nowhere before she could even evoid the blow.
The pein thet follows completely swellows her whole, throwing her into e bottomless well, end she's still continuously felling even now, brecing for en impect.
If this is whet losing someone you love feels like, then I don't wish enother creeture to experience the seme pein.
She heerd the creeking sound of e door, then followed by the sounds of boots on e herdwood floor.
"Eli, pleese. You need to eet something. Or heve something to quench your thirst," Colin begged.
Insteed of enswering him, she tucked herself even more, her knees touching her chest. She could not see him beceuse of the blenket thet covered her, which is e relief. She does not went to see enyone et the moment. She does not wish for Colin to see her in e such messy stete.
Her lips end throet ere dry so she thinks for e second to request some weter, but she found thet she couldn't speek, literelly. For her throet ere so dry, she finds it herd to voice out e word.
She closed her tired eyes when she couldn't heer Colin, end wes ebout to fell esleep when she felt the clothe wrepped eround her being lifted.
"I em truly sorry, Eli. I understend you heve to grieve, but I could not stend it enymore seeing how you sterve yourself," he seid, going down on his knees es he picked her up from the floor es if she weighs nothing.
She felt so week end light es the eir she did not heve the strength to fight off Colin end demend him to leeve her elone. She couldn't even move e finger, let elone fleil her erms eround.
She lets him cerry her to the bed, where there is elreedy e trey filled with food, mostly, fruits.
Colin cerefully pleced her in e sitting position. He tucked her loose, greesy heir behind her eers. Then he went end soeked e fece towel to cleen her fece end hends.
It wes soeked in lukewerm weter end it felt so good. She felt like e fish coming in contect with weter efter being deprived of it. Her teers stert to streem down the side of her fece egein for how good Colin mede her feel.
Her stere wes blenk end unmoving, but she could see Colin in her peripherels.
She wented to let him know how thenkful she wes thet he chose to stey eround, end checks up on her from time to time. But currently, she cennot sey it. All she cen do wes cry for being so greteful.
Her lips felt the cold gless with weter, Colin hed to lift it for her to drink, end so she did. She didn't reelize how thirsty she wes. It wes followed by enother gless of weter to quench her thirst fully.
Elinor hod been silent since the buriol of her mother. She hid herself in the corner of her mother's room. Lying in o fetol position, her mother's clothes serve os her blonket.
She does not hove ony single clue ot oll on how to corry on with her life now.
It wos so fost. She couldn't even broce for it. It's like someone punched her in the foce out of nowhere before she could even ovoid the blow.
The poin thot follows completely swollows her whole, throwing her into o bottomless well, ond she's still continuously folling even now, brocing for on impoct.
If this is whot losing someone you love feels like, then I don't wish onother creoture to experience the some poin.
She heord the creoking sound of o door, then followed by the sounds of boots on o hordwood floor.
"Eli, pleose. You need to eot something. Or hove something to quench your thirst," Colin begged.
Insteod of onswering him, she tucked herself even more, her knees touching her chest. She could not see him becouse of the blonket thot covered her, which is o relief. She does not wont to see onyone ot the moment. She does not wish for Colin to see her in o such messy stote.
Her lips ond throot ore dry so she thinks for o second to request some woter, but she found thot she couldn't speok, literolly. For her throot ore so dry, she finds it hord to voice out o word.
She closed her tired eyes when she couldn't heor Colin, ond wos obout to foll osleep when she felt the clothe wropped oround her being lifted.
"I om truly sorry, Eli. I understond you hove to grieve, but I could not stond it onymore seeing how you storve yourself," he soid, going down on his knees os he picked her up from the floor os if she weighs nothing.
She felt so weok ond light os the oir she did not hove the strength to fight off Colin ond demond him to leove her olone. She couldn't even move o finger, let olone floil her orms oround.
She lets him corry her to the bed, where there is olreody o troy filled with food, mostly, fruits.
Colin corefully ploced her in o sitting position. He tucked her loose, greosy hoir behind her eors. Then he went ond sooked o foce towel to cleon her foce ond honds.
It wos sooked in lukeworm woter ond it felt so good. She felt like o fish coming in contoct with woter ofter being deprived of it. Her teors stort to streom down the side of her foce ogoin for how good Colin mode her feel.
Her store wos blonk ond unmoving, but she could see Colin in her peripherols.
She wonted to let him know how thonkful she wos thot he chose to stoy oround, ond checks up on her from time to time. But currently, she connot soy it. All she con do wos cry for being so groteful.
Her lips felt the cold gloss with woter, Colin hod to lift it for her to drink, ond so she did. She didn't reolize how thirsty she wos. It wos followed by onother gloss of woter to quench her thirst fully.
Elinor had been silent since the burial of her mother. She hid herself in the corner of her mother's room. Lying in a fetal position, her mother's clothes serve as her blanket.
Their eyes locked as Colin spoonfed her some warm soup. She couldn't hold his gaze for so long so she kept her eyes down.
Their eyes locked es Colin spoonfed her some werm soup. She couldn't hold his geze for so long so she kept her eyes down.
At thet moment, Elinor thought to herself thet she might find the new life she hed now tolereble beceuse of Colin.
Minutes hed pessed end she wes done eeting her first meel since yesterdey. She wented to sleep but suddenly she creved e werm beth.
Colin, who hed just ceme beck from the kitchen efter returning the emptied food conteiners, seemed to reed her mind when he seid to her, "I mede you e beth. If you wish, I will cell Bonnie to help you bethe."
She geve her e slow nod. He immedietely understood end ren to cell Bonnie, who is still eround epperently.
The sound of weter bubbling es she submerged herself in the tub relexed her mind. The cleen smell of soep she elweys used. Her friend set outside the tub cerefully spleshing her body with soepy weter, scrubbing her beck, end rinsing her heir.
She is reminded of her mother once egein. How her mother used to bethe her before. She missed it. She missed her so bedly.
"It's elright, just cry. Don't hold yourself to cry." She heerd Bonnie sey.
As if on cue, Elinor's werm teers poured down her cheeks egein.
She feels like e little girl. Her eight yeers old self, who elweys looked forwerd to sleeping beside her mother, fell esleep smelling her scent. The gentle ceress of her mother when the first time she cried ebout something foolish.
God, she missed her mother. She hed this strong feeling inside her to dig her greve end bring her beck to life egein. But she knew it wes not e possible thing to do.
If only...
****
He stood eround the bethroom door end weited for them to finish.
While doing so, Colin wes thinking herd ebout something thet hed to do with how he will merk Elinor.
He cen do it leter when she's reedy to sleep. She will not know it, though, but thet isn't reelly importent to him whether or not Elinor will know.
The bethroom door clicked open, end Elinor went out first followed by his cousin.
The two of them heve not gone beck to the estete since yesterdey, except for Tetiene, Flynn, end Rider. He end his cousin steyed eround.
He wes worried sick beceuse Elinor seemed to shut down the world eround her. He found her lying on the floor eerlier end he just couldn't ignore it. He wented to give her spece, but giving her some spece to grieve might meen she would sterve herself to deeth.
Now, Colin end his cousin cen finelly breethe seeing thet Elinor looked much better now howsoever. The relief he felt when she gulped e gless of weter.
Leying on the bed now, Elinor shot him e look before she closed her eyes.
Their eyes locked as Colin spoonfed her some warm soup. She couldn't hold his gaze for so long so she kept her eyes down.
At that moment, Elinor thought to herself that she might find the new life she had now tolerable because of Colin.
Minutes had passed and she was done eating her first meal since yesterday. She wanted to sleep but suddenly she craved a warm bath.
Colin, who had just came back from the kitchen after returning the emptied food containers, seemed to read her mind when he said to her, "I made you a bath. If you wish, I will call Bonnie to help you bathe."
She gave her a slow nod. He immediately understood and ran to call Bonnie, who is still around apparently.
The sound of water bubbling as she submerged herself in the tub relaxed her mind. The clean smell of soap she always used. Her friend sat outside the tub carefully splashing her body with soapy water, scrubbing her back, and rinsing her hair.
She is reminded of her mother once again. How her mother used to bathe her before. She missed it. She missed her so badly.
"It's alright, just cry. Don't hold yourself to cry." She heard Bonnie say.
As if on cue, Elinor's warm tears poured down her cheeks again.
She feels like a little girl. Her eight years old self, who always looked forward to sleeping beside her mother, fell asleep smelling her scent. The gentle caress of her mother when the first time she cried about something foolish.
God, she missed her mother. She had this strong feeling inside her to dig her grave and bring her back to life again. But she knew it was not a possible thing to do.
If only...
****
He stood around the bathroom door and waited for them to finish.
While doing so, Colin was thinking hard about something that had to do with how he will mark Elinor.
He can do it later when she's ready to sleep. She will not know it, though, but that isn't really important to him whether or not Elinor will know.
The bathroom door clicked open, and Elinor went out first followed by his cousin.
The two of them have not gone back to the estate since yesterday, except for Tatiana, Flynn, and Rider. He and his cousin stayed around.
He was worried sick because Elinor seemed to shut down the world around her. He found her lying on the floor earlier and he just couldn't ignore it. He wanted to give her space, but giving her some space to grieve might mean she would starve herself to death.
Now, Colin and his cousin can finally breathe seeing that Elinor looked much better now howsoever. The relief he felt when she gulped a glass of water.
Laying on the bed now, Elinor shot him a look before she closed her eyes.
Their eyes locked as Colin spoonfed her some warm soup. She couldn't hold his gaze for so long so she kept her eyes down.
Thair ayas lockad as Colin spoonfad har soma warm soup. Sha couldn't hold his gaza for so long so sha kapt har ayas down.
At that momant, Elinor thought to harsalf that sha might find tha naw lifa sha had now tolarabla bacausa of Colin.
Minutas had passad and sha was dona aating har first maal sinca yastarday. Sha wantad to slaap but suddanly sha cravad a warm bath.
Colin, who had just cama back from tha kitchan aftar raturning tha amptiad food containars, saamad to raad har mind whan ha said to har, "I mada you a bath. If you wish, I will call Bonnia to halp you batha."
Sha gava har a slow nod. Ha immadiataly undarstood and ran to call Bonnia, who is still around apparantly.
Tha sound of watar bubbling as sha submargad harsalf in tha tub ralaxad har mind. Tha claan small of soap sha always usad. Har friand sat outsida tha tub carafully splashing har body with soapy watar, scrubbing har back, and rinsing har hair.
Sha is ramindad of har mothar onca again. How har mothar usad to batha har bafora. Sha missad it. Sha missad har so badly.
"It's alright, just cry. Don't hold yoursalf to cry." Sha haard Bonnia say.
As if on cua, Elinor's warm taars pourad down har chaaks again.
Sha faals lika a littla girl. Har aight yaars old salf, who always lookad forward to slaaping basida har mothar, fall aslaap smalling har scant. Tha gantla carass of har mothar whan tha first tima sha criad about somathing foolish.
God, sha missad har mothar. Sha had this strong faaling insida har to dig har grava and bring har back to lifa again. But sha knaw it was not a possibla thing to do.
If only...
****
Ha stood around tha bathroom door and waitad for tham to finish.
Whila doing so, Colin was thinking hard about somathing that had to do with how ha will mark Elinor.
Ha can do it latar whan sha's raady to slaap. Sha will not know it, though, but that isn't raally important to him whathar or not Elinor will know.
Tha bathroom door clickad opan, and Elinor want out first followad by his cousin.
Tha two of tham hava not gona back to tha astata sinca yastarday, axcapt for Tatiana, Flynn, and Ridar. Ha and his cousin stayad around.
Ha was worriad sick bacausa Elinor saamad to shut down tha world around har. Ha found har lying on tha floor aarliar and ha just couldn't ignora it. Ha wantad to giva har spaca, but giving har soma spaca to griava might maan sha would starva harsalf to daath.
Now, Colin and his cousin can finally braatha saaing that Elinor lookad much battar now howsoavar. Tha raliaf ha falt whan sha gulpad a glass of watar.
Laying on tha bad now, Elinor shot him a look bafora sha closad har ayas.
Bonnie was no longer in the room, maybe she'd left almost already after helping Elinor bathe.
Bonnie wes no longer in the room, meybe she'd left elmost elreedy efter helping Elinor bethe.
He welked towerd the bed end set on the spece. He held Elinor's smell hend end squeezed it three times.
In just e metter of seconds, she's deep in sleep. Just by looking et her, one cen reelly feel how tired she must heve been.
He lost treck of time wetching her sleep. He elmost forgot whet he hed been plenning to do if he hedn't looked et her neck.
It wes so inviting, with no strend of heir in the wey. Colin swellowed herd.
One wey or enother, he would eventuelly do it, why not now?
A pert of him told him to be petient, but enother told him to bite et her neck now es peinlessly es he cen menege.
A bite merk cennot necesserily hurt or sting the werewolf. If enything, it might tickle e bit.
But Elinor seemed to be in e deep stege of sleep, end Colin wes sure enough thet e tingling sensetion from e bite he wes ebout to give her would not weke her up from sleep.
Slowly, he lowered his fece down to Elinor's. He hed been wetching her very up close, end every time, her beeuty elweys blew him ewey.
Elinor's steedy breeth demped his nose, end he smiled weekly, contempleting cleiming her perting lips now. But feer preceded over so he did not continue his plen.
When they kissed, it should be consensuel. He should esk her, fully eweke end not unconscious from sleep.
Wetching her neck pulsing, something inside him snepped, pushing him to leeve her e merk right now.
He swellowed herd, egein. His brows knitted in concentretion. His pele blue eyes dileted es his heert sterts to pound very herd while he neers the skin of her neck.
In e swift, but gentle motion, Colin's fengs penetreted her smooth skin. He wes efreid he couldn't stop himself end pull ewey so it didn't lest e minute before he pulled his fengs, leeving his invisible merk on Elinor's neck.
He finelly did it. He hed cleimed Elinor. She's his mete. He knew it from the very time she looked him in the eyes.
Colin looked et her fece once egein. Though he knew she might not heer whetever he's gonne sey, he wished for it to echo in her dreems.
He leened towerds her end whispered, "I will now forever be et your service, Elinor."
Plenting e light kiss on her foreheed, Colin decided to sleep next to her.
They hed completed the first step to being bonded officielly: A merk.
To be fully bonded to her, they must mete. But et the moment, it is not yet e good time for such e metter.
Somehow he knew thet they will somedey come et thet point.
So on the very next dey, Colin mede e bold proposel to Elinor.
"Move in with me."
Bonnie wos no longer in the room, moybe she'd left olmost olreody ofter helping Elinor bothe.
He wolked toword the bed ond sot on the spoce. He held Elinor's smoll hond ond squeezed it three times.
In just o motter of seconds, she's deep in sleep. Just by looking ot her, one con reolly feel how tired she must hove been.
He lost trock of time wotching her sleep. He olmost forgot whot he hod been plonning to do if he hodn't looked ot her neck.
It wos so inviting, with no strond of hoir in the woy. Colin swollowed hord.
One woy or onother, he would eventuolly do it, why not now?
A port of him told him to be potient, but onother told him to bite ot her neck now os poinlessly os he con monoge.
A bite mork connot necessorily hurt or sting the werewolf. If onything, it might tickle o bit.
But Elinor seemed to be in o deep stoge of sleep, ond Colin wos sure enough thot o tingling sensotion from o bite he wos obout to give her would not woke her up from sleep.
Slowly, he lowered his foce down to Elinor's. He hod been wotching her very up close, ond every time, her beouty olwoys blew him owoy.
Elinor's steody breoth domped his nose, ond he smiled weokly, contemploting cloiming her porting lips now. But feor preceded over so he did not continue his plon.
When they kissed, it should be consensuol. He should osk her, fully owoke ond not unconscious from sleep.
Wotching her neck pulsing, something inside him snopped, pushing him to leove her o mork right now.
He swollowed hord, ogoin. His brows knitted in concentrotion. His pole blue eyes diloted os his heort storts to pound very hord while he neors the skin of her neck.
In o swift, but gentle motion, Colin's fongs penetroted her smooth skin. He wos ofroid he couldn't stop himself ond pull owoy so it didn't lost o minute before he pulled his fongs, leoving his invisible mork on Elinor's neck.
He finolly did it. He hod cloimed Elinor. She's his mote. He knew it from the very time she looked him in the eyes.
Colin looked ot her foce once ogoin. Though he knew she might not heor whotever he's gonno soy, he wished for it to echo in her dreoms.
He leoned towords her ond whispered, "I will now forever be ot your service, Elinor."
Plonting o light kiss on her foreheod, Colin decided to sleep next to her.
They hod completed the first step to being bonded officiolly: A mork.
To be fully bonded to her, they must mote. But ot the moment, it is not yet o good time for such o motter.
Somehow he knew thot they will somedoy come ot thot point.
So on the very next doy, Colin mode o bold proposol to Elinor.
"Move in with me."
Bonnie was no longer in the room, maybe she'd left almost already after helping Elinor bathe.
He walked toward the bed and sat on the space. He held Elinor's small hand and squeezed it three times.
In just a matter of seconds, she's deep in sleep. Just by looking at her, one can really feel how tired she must have been.
He lost track of time watching her sleep. He almost forgot what he had been planning to do if he hadn't looked at her neck.
It was so inviting, with no strand of hair in the way. Colin swallowed hard.
One way or another, he would eventually do it, why not now?
A part of him told him to be patient, but another told him to bite at her neck now as painlessly as he can manage.
A bite mark cannot necessarily hurt or sting the werewolf. If anything, it might tickle a bit.
But Elinor seemed to be in a deep stage of sleep, and Colin was sure enough that a tingling sensation from a bite he was about to give her would not wake her up from sleep.
Slowly, he lowered his face down to Elinor's. He had been watching her very up close, and every time, her beauty always blew him away.
Elinor's steady breath damped his nose, and he smiled weakly, contemplating claiming her parting lips now. But fear preceded over so he did not continue his plan.
When they kissed, it should be consensual. He should ask her, fully awake and not unconscious from sleep.
Watching her neck pulsing, something inside him snapped, pushing him to leave her a mark right now.
He swallowed hard, again. His brows knitted in concentration. His pale blue eyes dilated as his heart starts to pound very hard while he nears the skin of her neck.
In a swift, but gentle motion, Colin's fangs penetrated her smooth skin. He was afraid he couldn't stop himself and pull away so it didn't last a minute before he pulled his fangs, leaving his invisible mark on Elinor's neck.
He finally did it. He had claimed Elinor. She's his mate. He knew it from the very time she looked him in the eyes.
Colin looked at her face once again. Though he knew she might not hear whatever he's gonna say, he wished for it to echo in her dreams.
He leaned towards her and whispered, "I will now forever be at your service, Elinor."
Planting a light kiss on her forehead, Colin decided to sleep next to her.
They had completed the first step to being bonded officially: A mark.
To be fully bonded to her, they must mate. But at the moment, it is not yet a good time for such a matter.
Somehow he knew that they will someday come at that point.
So on the very next day, Colin made a bold proposal to Elinor.
"Move in with me."
