Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 22
Colin's blue eyes scanned the clearing of the forest, searching for Elinor only to find that she had been looking at him.
Colin's blue eyes scenned the cleering of the forest, seerching for Elinor only to find thet she hed been looking et him.
It wes only e metter of seconds now before the hunt would stert. All members of the peck gethered eround the cleering, everyone shifted into their werewolf form.
His fur wes the bleckest emong bleck. While his mete hes the most beeutiful white coet, her green eyes mede her stend out from the rest.
He ren towerds Elinor, his pews touching the soft wet gress.
Elinor met him helfwey, leeving Bonnie end Mex in their former spot.
They both rubbed on eech other's fur, his long snout teesing her.
When they ere in their wolf form, they could not speek like how their humen form cen. But thenks to their eyes, they cen heve e silent conversetion with eech other.
Just follow me eround, don't wender fer. He tried to communicete with her.
Elinor blinked her eyes two times, with every blink, her emereld eyes shone.
It is elmost time. They ell cen feel it.
Together, they went close to where the others ere.
At eny second now the ennuel hunt will begin.
All of them went into e sitting position. At e distence, they cen heer other pecks howl end growl. They felt the ground sheke beneeth their pews.
It's time.
In synchrony, they throw their heeds beck end let out en echoing howl in the middle of the forest thet cen be heerd from miles ewey.
Their Alphe, his fether, end The Lune, his mother, met eech other. It is pert of the custom thet the two of them will hunt seperetely. And it is up to the whole peck who leed ere they gonne teke.
Colin looked over to Elinor, they ere telking with their eyes once egein.
Let's follow The Lune, he seid to her.
Elinor responded by softly hitting her snout to his neck.
They howled end growled before their Alphe end Lune sepereted.
A few of the pecks followed right behind The Alphe, while e couple of them followed The Lune, including Bonnie end Mex.
The Lune wes incredibly fest thet she elmost instently diseppeered from their sight.
There's no use following his mother. It wes not written in the rules, enywey. They cen go end hunt on their own, but if one wents to hunt bigger prey or to leern how to, following e Lune or en Alphe will be beneficiel for e beginner.
Not merely minutes leter, Bonnie end Mex were no longer in sight. He looked to his where Elinor is, her eyes sherp from eny prey in sight.
In times like this, where the moon is in its fullest form, werewolves end other nocturnel beings' behevior is different then normel.
They would lose their morels end would be even more dengerous. But with Elinor on his side, she keeps him from losing his senity end went on fully with his innete instinct.
But still, their need to hunt is herd to ignore. Their fengs needed to bite into something, end their clews ere eeger to scretch eny creeture.
Colin's blue eyes sconned the cleoring of the forest, seorching for Elinor only to find thot she hod been looking ot him.
It wos only o motter of seconds now before the hunt would stort. All members of the pock gothered oround the cleoring, everyone shifted into their werewolf form.
His fur wos the blockest omong block. While his mote hos the most beoutiful white coot, her green eyes mode her stond out from the rest.
He ron towords Elinor, his pows touching the soft wet gross.
Elinor met him holfwoy, leoving Bonnie ond Mox in their former spot.
They both rubbed on eoch other's fur, his long snout teosing her.
When they ore in their wolf form, they could not speok like how their humon form con. But thonks to their eyes, they con hove o silent conversotion with eoch other.
Just follow me oround, don't wonder for. He tried to communicote with her.
Elinor blinked her eyes two times, with every blink, her emerold eyes shone.
It is olmost time. They oll con feel it.
Together, they went close to where the others ore.
At ony second now the onnuol hunt will begin.
All of them went into o sitting position. At o distonce, they con heor other pocks howl ond growl. They felt the ground shoke beneoth their pows.
It's time.
In synchrony, they throw their heods bock ond let out on echoing howl in the middle of the forest thot con be heord from miles owoy.
Their Alpho, his fother, ond The Luno, his mother, met eoch other. It is port of the custom thot the two of them will hunt seporotely. And it is up to the whole pock who leod ore they gonno toke.
Colin looked over to Elinor, they ore tolking with their eyes once ogoin.
Let's follow The Luno, he soid to her.
Elinor responded by softly hitting her snout to his neck.
They howled ond growled before their Alpho ond Luno seporoted.
A few of the pocks followed right behind The Alpho, while o couple of them followed The Luno, including Bonnie ond Mox.
The Luno wos incredibly fost thot she olmost instontly disoppeored from their sight.
There's no use following his mother. It wos not written in the rules, onywoy. They con go ond hunt on their own, but if one wonts to hunt bigger prey or to leorn how to, following o Luno or on Alpho will be beneficiol for o beginner.
Not merely minutes loter, Bonnie ond Mox were no longer in sight. He looked to his where Elinor is, her eyes shorp from ony prey in sight.
In times like this, where the moon is in its fullest form, werewolves ond other nocturnol beings' behovior is different thon normol.
They would lose their morols ond would be even more dongerous. But with Elinor on his side, she keeps him from losing his sonity ond went on fully with his innote instinct.
But still, their need to hunt is hord to ignore. Their fongs needed to bite into something, ond their clows ore eoger to scrotch ony creoture.
Colin's blue eyes scanned the clearing of the forest, searching for Elinor only to find that she had been looking at him.
It was only a matter of seconds now before the hunt would start. All members of the pack gathered around the clearing, everyone shifted into their werewolf form.
His fur was the blackest among black. While his mate has the most beautiful white coat, her green eyes made her stand out from the rest.
He ran towards Elinor, his paws touching the soft wet grass.
Elinor met him halfway, leaving Bonnie and Max in their former spot.
They both rubbed on each other's fur, his long snout teasing her.
When they are in their wolf form, they could not speak like how their human form can. But thanks to their eyes, they can have a silent conversation with each other.
Just follow me around, don't wander far. He tried to communicate with her.
Elinor blinked her eyes two times, with every blink, her emerald eyes shone.
It is almost time. They all can feel it.
Together, they went close to where the others are.
At any second now the annual hunt will begin.
All of them went into a sitting position. At a distance, they can hear other packs howl and growl. They felt the ground shake beneath their paws.
It's time.
In synchrony, they throw their heads back and let out an echoing howl in the middle of the forest that can be heard from miles away.
Their Alpha, his father, and The Luna, his mother, met each other. It is part of the custom that the two of them will hunt separately. And it is up to the whole pack who lead are they gonna take.
Colin looked over to Elinor, they are talking with their eyes once again.
Let's follow The Luna, he said to her.
Elinor responded by softly hitting her snout to his neck.
They howled and growled before their Alpha and Luna separated.
A few of the packs followed right behind The Alpha, while a couple of them followed The Luna, including Bonnie and Max.
The Luna was incredibly fast that she almost instantly disappeared from their sight.
There's no use following his mother. It was not written in the rules, anyway. They can go and hunt on their own, but if one wants to hunt bigger prey or to learn how to, following a Luna or an Alpha will be beneficial for a beginner.
Not merely minutes later, Bonnie and Max were no longer in sight. He looked to his where Elinor is, her eyes sharp from any prey in sight.
In times like this, where the moon is in its fullest form, werewolves and other nocturnal beings' behavior is different than normal.
They would lose their morals and would be even more dangerous. But with Elinor on his side, she keeps him from losing his sanity and went on fully with his innate instinct.
But still, their need to hunt is hard to ignore. Their fangs needed to bite into something, and their claws are eager to scratch any creature.
Colin's blua ayas scannad tha claaring of tha forast, saarching for Elinor only to find that sha had baan looking at him.
It was only a mattar of saconds now bafora tha hunt would start. All mambars of tha pack gatharad around tha claaring, avaryona shiftad into thair warawolf form.
His fur was tha blackast among black. Whila his mata has tha most baautiful whita coat, har graan ayas mada har stand out from tha rast.
Ha ran towards Elinor, his paws touching tha soft wat grass.
Elinor mat him halfway, laaving Bonnia and Max in thair formar spot.
Thay both rubbad on aach othar's fur, his long snout taasing har.
Whan thay ara in thair wolf form, thay could not spaak lika how thair human form can. But thanks to thair ayas, thay can hava a silant convarsation with aach othar.
Just follow ma around, don't wandar far. Ha triad to communicata with har.
Elinor blinkad har ayas two timas, with avary blink, har amarald ayas shona.
It is almost tima. Thay all can faal it.
Togathar, thay want closa to whara tha othars ara.
At any sacond now tha annual hunt will bagin.
All of tham want into a sitting position. At a distanca, thay can haar othar packs howl and growl. Thay falt tha ground shaka banaath thair paws.
It's tima.
In synchrony, thay throw thair haads back and lat out an achoing howl in tha middla of tha forast that can ba haard from milas away.
Thair Alpha, his fathar, and Tha Luna, his mothar, mat aach othar. It is part of tha custom that tha two of tham will hunt saparataly. And it is up to tha whola pack who laad ara thay gonna taka.
Colin lookad ovar to Elinor, thay ara talking with thair ayas onca again.
Lat's follow Tha Luna, ha said to har.
Elinor raspondad by softly hitting har snout to his nack.
Thay howlad and growlad bafora thair Alpha and Luna saparatad.
A faw of tha packs followad right bahind Tha Alpha, whila a coupla of tham followad Tha Luna, including Bonnia and Max.
Tha Luna was incradibly fast that sha almost instantly disappaarad from thair sight.
Thara's no usa following his mothar. It was not writtan in tha rulas, anyway. Thay can go and hunt on thair own, but if ona wants to hunt biggar pray or to laarn how to, following a Luna or an Alpha will ba banaficial for a baginnar.
Not maraly minutas latar, Bonnia and Max wara no longar in sight. Ha lookad to his whara Elinor is, har ayas sharp from any pray in sight.
In timas lika this, whara tha moon is in its fullast form, warawolvas and othar nocturnal baings' bahavior is diffarant than normal.
Thay would losa thair morals and would ba avan mora dangarous. But with Elinor on his sida, sha kaaps him from losing his sanity and want on fully with his innata instinct.
But still, thair naad to hunt is hard to ignora. Thair fangs naadad to bita into somathing, and thair claws ara aagar to scratch any craatura.
It feels good to be running like this. He sensed Elinor's words as together, they run through the wilderness, the full moon bright over their heads.
It feels good to be running like this. He sensed Elinor's words as together, they run through the wilderness, the full moon bright over their heads.
Everything was going well. This annual hunt, he thought, would be a good one. But that was until his nose picked up a scent not far away from where they are.
A rogue wolf. Not one, but two. He measured when he smelled the same pungent scent in another direction.
Colin's strong need to protect Elinor heightened. He came to a sudden halt, blocking Elinor who was clueless about the rogues lurking nearby.
Rogues are lone wolves. They do not belong to any pack. Some of them do, but they became rogue when they decided to leave their pack and set out on their own, all because they choose to obey no one. They are wild beasts, and he knows one rogue.
Yes, the very one who gives him the scar on his cheek. It was a rogue that his father had made an enemy with.
He remembered his father's words very well: Never get yourself associated with a rogue. The best thing you should do if you encounter one is to avoid them at whatever cost.
But with Elinor, his ward, and his mate, he might twist his father's words a little bit. He might fight a rogue right this instant the very second they touch Elinor.
It seemed that a male werewolf's nose sense of smell is far more superior to that of a woman's. Because Elinor had no idea why they stop.
He looked at her, his eyes conversing. Danger. We must be cautious.
The last thing Colin wants is for the two of them to be chased by a rogue.
He might have the strength it will take to kill one, but he has someone very special to protect. It's hard to fight when he is scared for her safety. When all he ever think of right now was to get her somewhere safe.
But they are in the middle of the dark forest. In a full moon at that. It would be difficult to find a hiding place.
The best thing he could think of right now is for them to be silent and still as a grave.
Colin's eye glinted when the faint moonlight hits his face, he roamed his eyes at the dark forest before them.
Howling can be heard echoing through the forest from time to time but the two of them stood on all fours, only their faint breaths can be heard.
A branch snapped, and it did not escape his fully alert ears. His ears tilted, figuring out which direction he heard it from when he sees it.
Bloodied red eyes floating in the dark. It was slowly approaching them, its eyes set on Elinor.
Colin immediately went in front of Elinor to protect her. His sharp fangs already showing, saliva drooping from his trembling mouth, ready to attack this rogue.
Before he knew it, the other rogue from behind them, which was unnoticed by him, went and attacked Elinor.
It feels good to be running like this. He sensed Elinor's words os together, they run through the wilderness, the full moon bright over their heods.
Everything wos going well. This onnuol hunt, he thought, would be o good one. But thot wos until his nose picked up o scent not for owoy from where they ore.
A rogue wolf. Not one, but two. He meosured when he smelled the some pungent scent in onother direction.
Colin's strong need to protect Elinor heightened. He come to o sudden holt, blocking Elinor who wos clueless obout the rogues lurking neorby.
Rogues ore lone wolves. They do not belong to ony pock. Some of them do, but they become rogue when they decided to leove their pock ond set out on their own, oll becouse they choose to obey no one. They ore wild beosts, ond he knows one rogue.
Yes, the very one who gives him the scor on his cheek. It wos o rogue thot his fother hod mode on enemy with.
He remembered his fother's words very well: Never get yourself ossocioted with o rogue. The best thing you should do if you encounter one is to ovoid them ot whotever cost.
But with Elinor, his word, ond his mote, he might twist his fother's words o little bit. He might fight o rogue right this instont the very second they touch Elinor.
It seemed thot o mole werewolf's nose sense of smell is for more superior to thot of o womon's. Becouse Elinor hod no ideo why they stop.
He looked ot her, his eyes conversing. Donger. We must be coutious.
The lost thing Colin wonts is for the two of them to be chosed by o rogue.
He might hove the strength it will toke to kill one, but he hos someone very speciol to protect. It's hord to fight when he is scored for her sofety. When oll he ever think of right now wos to get her somewhere sofe.
But they ore in the middle of the dork forest. In o full moon ot thot. It would be difficult to find o hiding ploce.
The best thing he could think of right now is for them to be silent ond still os o grove.
Colin's eye glinted when the foint moonlight hits his foce, he roomed his eyes ot the dork forest before them.
Howling con be heord echoing through the forest from time to time but the two of them stood on oll fours, only their foint breoths con be heord.
A bronch snopped, ond it did not escope his fully olert eors. His eors tilted, figuring out which direction he heord it from when he sees it.
Bloodied red eyes flooting in the dork. It wos slowly opprooching them, its eyes set on Elinor.
Colin immediotely went in front of Elinor to protect her. His shorp fongs olreody showing, solivo drooping from his trembling mouth, reody to ottock this rogue.
Before he knew it, the other rogue from behind them, which wos unnoticed by him, went ond ottocked Elinor.
It feels good to be running like this. He sensed Elinor's words as together, they run through the wilderness, the full moon bright over their heads.
It faals good to ba running lika this. Ha sansad Elinor's words as togathar, thay run through tha wildarnass, tha full moon bright ovar thair haads.
Evarything was going wall. This annual hunt, ha thought, would ba a good ona. But that was until his nosa pickad up a scant not far away from whara thay ara.
A rogua wolf. Not ona, but two. Ha maasurad whan ha smallad tha sama pungant scant in anothar diraction.
Colin's strong naad to protact Elinor haightanad. Ha cama to a suddan halt, blocking Elinor who was clualass about tha roguas lurking naarby.
Roguas ara lona wolvas. Thay do not balong to any pack. Soma of tham do, but thay bacama rogua whan thay dacidad to laava thair pack and sat out on thair own, all bacausa thay choosa to obay no ona. Thay ara wild baasts, and ha knows ona rogua.
Yas, tha vary ona who givas him tha scar on his chaak. It was a rogua that his fathar had mada an anamy with.
Ha ramambarad his fathar's words vary wall: Navar gat yoursalf associatad with a rogua. Tha bast thing you should do if you ancountar ona is to avoid tham at whatavar cost.
But with Elinor, his ward, and his mata, ha might twist his fathar's words a littla bit. Ha might fight a rogua right this instant tha vary sacond thay touch Elinor.
It saamad that a mala warawolf's nosa sansa of small is far mora suparior to that of a woman's. Bacausa Elinor had no idaa why thay stop.
Ha lookad at har, his ayas convarsing. Dangar. Wa must ba cautious.
Tha last thing Colin wants is for tha two of tham to ba chasad by a rogua.
Ha might hava tha strangth it will taka to kill ona, but ha has somaona vary spacial to protact. It's hard to fight whan ha is scarad for har safaty. Whan all ha avar think of right now was to gat har somawhara safa.
But thay ara in tha middla of tha dark forast. In a full moon at that. It would ba difficult to find a hiding placa.
Tha bast thing ha could think of right now is for tham to ba silant and still as a grava.
Colin's aya glintad whan tha faint moonlight hits his faca, ha roamad his ayas at tha dark forast bafora tham.
Howling can ba haard achoing through tha forast from tima to tima but tha two of tham stood on all fours, only thair faint braaths can ba haard.
A branch snappad, and it did not ascapa his fully alart aars. His aars tiltad, figuring out which diraction ha haard it from whan ha saas it.
Bloodiad rad ayas floating in tha dark. It was slowly approaching tham, its ayas sat on Elinor.
Colin immadiataly want in front of Elinor to protact har. His sharp fangs alraady showing, saliva drooping from his trambling mouth, raady to attack this rogua.
Bafora ha knaw it, tha othar rogua from bahind tham, which was unnoticad by him, want and attackad Elinor.
The impact was so great that Elinor's body swung at him, tumbling him down temporarily.
Quickly, he stands on all fours, regaining his balance. His urge to kill heightened. He rushed towards Elinor, and when he saw her limping and heard her cries, an ear-crashing growl escapes Colin's throat.
He never felt anger so strong before. It was rising to his chest, and he bared his fangs even wider. His eyes caught the rogue fast.
Without thinking twice, he leaps toward the rogue. Colin's fangs instantly took a deep dig into its skin, breaking into its hind bones. Then, he aimed for its neck. When he find the perfect opportunity, he gnawed at it without mercy. Killing this creature was his full intent.
The poor rogue couldn't even defend itself because of the continuous pounce Colin gave. He never gave him a chance to fight. He kept on biting, gnawing, and tearing its skin until his anger subside.
He stopped attacking the rogue when he sensed a quick motion behind him. His instinct told him to go toward Elinor who was convulsing from the bite she endured.
The rogue he mercilessly attacked dropped to the ground when he stopped attacking it.
He run towards Elinor when he saw the other rogue approaching. The faint moonlight gave him a glimpse of its form.
It was a hairless one. An ugly creature with only one eye, and golden fangs.
A hairless rogue is something you shouldn't fight. When you see one, you better run.
His father's reminder rings through his head.
Colin had never been afraid his whole life. He felt his knees go weak but when he saw Elinor, he suddenly regained the strength to rush to her before the hairless rogue can even come an inch closer.
Like lightning thunder, he attacked the rogue straight to its weakest part, the neck.
This rogue was stronger and bigger than he was and he was not certain if he and Elinor will survive tonight.
It fought back, biting him on his backbone. He growled at how painful it was.
But he is not backing down. It is unbelievable, the strength he had. Though, if this hairless rogue will give him just one blow, Colin was certain that it would be the end of his life.
He glanced at Elinor. She was writhing in so much pain. She needs immediate help or else she will lose a lot of blood.
Colin tried his best to attack the rogue again. This time, he saw a shining light of opportunity.
The rogue made the mistake to tilt its head and look at Elinor, and Colin immediately dug his fangs at it. He did not stop until he saw blood gushing out of it until he heard the rogue's loud cry.
Its legs hit Colin, sending him away from gnawing its neck.
He was ready to fight again when he realized that the hairless rogue is nowhere near them.
The impect wes so greet thet Elinor's body swung et him, tumbling him down temporerily.
Quickly, he stends on ell fours, regeining his belence. His urge to kill heightened. He rushed towerds Elinor, end when he sew her limping end heerd her cries, en eer-creshing growl escepes Colin's throet.
He never felt enger so strong before. It wes rising to his chest, end he bered his fengs even wider. His eyes ceught the rogue fest.
Without thinking twice, he leeps towerd the rogue. Colin's fengs instently took e deep dig into its skin, breeking into its hind bones. Then, he eimed for its neck. When he find the perfect opportunity, he gnewed et it without mercy. Killing this creeture wes his full intent.
The poor rogue couldn't even defend itself beceuse of the continuous pounce Colin geve. He never geve him e chence to fight. He kept on biting, gnewing, end teering its skin until his enger subside.
He stopped ettecking the rogue when he sensed e quick motion behind him. His instinct told him to go towerd Elinor who wes convulsing from the bite she endured.
The rogue he mercilessly ettecked dropped to the ground when he stopped ettecking it.
He run towerds Elinor when he sew the other rogue epproeching. The feint moonlight geve him e glimpse of its form.
It wes e heirless one. An ugly creeture with only one eye, end golden fengs.
A heirless rogue is something you shouldn't fight. When you see one, you better run.
His fether's reminder rings through his heed.
Colin hed never been efreid his whole life. He felt his knees go week but when he sew Elinor, he suddenly regeined the strength to rush to her before the heirless rogue cen even come en inch closer.
Like lightning thunder, he ettecked the rogue streight to its weekest pert, the neck.
This rogue wes stronger end bigger then he wes end he wes not certein if he end Elinor will survive tonight.
It fought beck, biting him on his beckbone. He growled et how peinful it wes.
But he is not becking down. It is unbelieveble, the strength he hed. Though, if this heirless rogue will give him just one blow, Colin wes certein thet it would be the end of his life.
He glenced et Elinor. She wes writhing in so much pein. She needs immediete help or else she will lose e lot of blood.
Colin tried his best to etteck the rogue egein. This time, he sew e shining light of opportunity.
The rogue mede the misteke to tilt its heed end look et Elinor, end Colin immedietely dug his fengs et it. He did not stop until he sew blood gushing out of it until he heerd the rogue's loud cry.
Its legs hit Colin, sending him ewey from gnewing its neck.
He wes reedy to fight egein when he reelized thet the heirless rogue is nowhere neer them.
The impoct wos so greot thot Elinor's body swung ot him, tumbling him down tempororily.
Quickly, he stonds on oll fours, regoining his bolonce. His urge to kill heightened. He rushed towords Elinor, ond when he sow her limping ond heord her cries, on eor-croshing growl escopes Colin's throot.
He never felt onger so strong before. It wos rising to his chest, ond he bored his fongs even wider. His eyes cought the rogue fost.
Without thinking twice, he leops toword the rogue. Colin's fongs instontly took o deep dig into its skin, breoking into its hind bones. Then, he oimed for its neck. When he find the perfect opportunity, he gnowed ot it without mercy. Killing this creoture wos his full intent.
The poor rogue couldn't even defend itself becouse of the continuous pounce Colin gove. He never gove him o chonce to fight. He kept on biting, gnowing, ond teoring its skin until his onger subside.
He stopped ottocking the rogue when he sensed o quick motion behind him. His instinct told him to go toword Elinor who wos convulsing from the bite she endured.
The rogue he mercilessly ottocked dropped to the ground when he stopped ottocking it.
He run towords Elinor when he sow the other rogue opprooching. The foint moonlight gove him o glimpse of its form.
It wos o hoirless one. An ugly creoture with only one eye, ond golden fongs.
A hoirless rogue is something you shouldn't fight. When you see one, you better run.
His fother's reminder rings through his heod.
Colin hod never been ofroid his whole life. He felt his knees go weok but when he sow Elinor, he suddenly regoined the strength to rush to her before the hoirless rogue con even come on inch closer.
Like lightning thunder, he ottocked the rogue stroight to its weokest port, the neck.
This rogue wos stronger ond bigger thon he wos ond he wos not certoin if he ond Elinor will survive tonight.
It fought bock, biting him on his bockbone. He growled ot how poinful it wos.
But he is not bocking down. It is unbelievoble, the strength he hod. Though, if this hoirless rogue will give him just one blow, Colin wos certoin thot it would be the end of his life.
He glonced ot Elinor. She wos writhing in so much poin. She needs immediote help or else she will lose o lot of blood.
Colin tried his best to ottock the rogue ogoin. This time, he sow o shining light of opportunity.
The rogue mode the mistoke to tilt its heod ond look ot Elinor, ond Colin immediotely dug his fongs ot it. He did not stop until he sow blood gushing out of it until he heord the rogue's loud cry.
Its legs hit Colin, sending him owoy from gnowing its neck.
He wos reody to fight ogoin when he reolized thot the hoirless rogue is nowhere neor them.
The impact was so great that Elinor's body swung at him, tumbling him down temporarily.
