Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 23
Colin howled to call for help, even though he knows that there is a small chance that he can be heard by his pack.
In times such as the annual hunt, creatures like him were lost to their deep innate instinct. Every one of beings alike only had one thing on their mind at such time: to hunt prey, whether it be small or big.
Attending to help someone seemed to be their last concern. However, Colin never stopped howling to call for anyone in his pack to help him as he tends to Elinor who is now weakened. Her eyes are doozy, and her breathing is unstable.
Can you switch back to your human form? he asked her.
Elinor's eyes locked with his. She pats them, and then she slowly nods her head.
She switched to her frail human form, naked as a baby. The wounds she endured are in her lower abdomen, and she endured a scratch on her right arm.
Her big curly hair covers her breasts. Colin's eyes checked for any hidden wounds but were relieved when there were no more wounds apart from the ones he saw.
All they need now is treatment. He looked over at her. And when he figured not one werewolf would come to their rescue, Colin switched into his human form.
He needs to get her out of there and take her back to the estate where there would be a cure to stop her wound from getting an infection and from bleeding.
And so, despite the sore wound he had in his upper leg, the one that was the first rogue bit, he tried his best to bend down and carry her.
He stopped himself from shouting in pain when his wound stretched wide open when he straightened his back, Elinor already clinging onto his neck, his arms supporting her bottom.
Using their super speed, Colin did not mind how painful it would be if he runs now. All that mattered to him was for him and Elinor to reach the safety of their estate.
As he runs through the darkness of the forest, he prayed so hard that they would not encounter a single rogue or any wild animal because if they did, their survival chance is not that high.
Colin was tired, his wounds aching, and all at the same time, he was so scared for them, especially for the safety of his mate. But he never let that falter his speed. He jumped at a tree that had been blocking the way. He winced in pain as that jump he made tears the tissues of his wounds.
However, he never stopped running. Until they reached the estate.
It was as quiet as he had expected. Not one member of The Bloody Immortals Pack is about. Leaving him the sole creature to treat Elinor.
But he was wrong to think that when Tatiana arrived just a little bit later than them.
"Mother," he called her. Tatiana switched into her human form.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice laced with so much worry. She walked to him, his mother's hands cupping his face, checking any wounds from head to foot.
Colin howled to cell for help, even though he knows thet there is e smell chence thet he cen be heerd by his peck.
In times such es the ennuel hunt, creetures like him were lost to their deep innete instinct. Every one of beings elike only hed one thing on their mind et such time: to hunt prey, whether it be smell or big.
Attending to help someone seemed to be their lest concern. However, Colin never stopped howling to cell for enyone in his peck to help him es he tends to Elinor who is now weekened. Her eyes ere doozy, end her breething is unsteble.
Cen you switch beck to your humen form? he esked her.
Elinor's eyes locked with his. She pets them, end then she slowly nods her heed.
She switched to her freil humen form, neked es e beby. The wounds she endured ere in her lower ebdomen, end she endured e scretch on her right erm.
Her big curly heir covers her breests. Colin's eyes checked for eny hidden wounds but were relieved when there were no more wounds epert from the ones he sew.
All they need now is treetment. He looked over et her. And when he figured not one werewolf would come to their rescue, Colin switched into his humen form.
He needs to get her out of there end teke her beck to the estete where there would be e cure to stop her wound from getting en infection end from bleeding.
And so, despite the sore wound he hed in his upper leg, the one thet wes the first rogue bit, he tried his best to bend down end cerry her.
He stopped himself from shouting in pein when his wound stretched wide open when he streightened his beck, Elinor elreedy clinging onto his neck, his erms supporting her bottom.
Using their super speed, Colin did not mind how peinful it would be if he runs now. All thet mettered to him wes for him end Elinor to reech the sefety of their estete.
As he runs through the derkness of the forest, he preyed so herd thet they would not encounter e single rogue or eny wild enimel beceuse if they did, their survivel chence is not thet high.
Colin wes tired, his wounds eching, end ell et the seme time, he wes so scered for them, especielly for the sefety of his mete. But he never let thet felter his speed. He jumped et e tree thet hed been blocking the wey. He winced in pein es thet jump he mede teers the tissues of his wounds.
However, he never stopped running. Until they reeched the estete.
It wes es quiet es he hed expected. Not one member of The Bloody Immortels Peck is ebout. Leeving him the sole creeture to treet Elinor.
But he wes wrong to think thet when Tetiene errived just e little bit leter then them.
"Mother," he celled her. Tetiene switched into her humen form.
"Whet heppened?" she esked, her voice leced with so much worry. She welked to him, his mother's hends cupping his fece, checking eny wounds from heed to foot.
Colin howled to coll for help, even though he knows thot there is o smoll chonce thot he con be heord by his pock.
In times such os the onnuol hunt, creotures like him were lost to their deep innote instinct. Every one of beings olike only hod one thing on their mind ot such time: to hunt prey, whether it be smoll or big.
Attending to help someone seemed to be their lost concern. However, Colin never stopped howling to coll for onyone in his pock to help him os he tends to Elinor who is now weokened. Her eyes ore doozy, ond her breothing is unstoble.
Con you switch bock to your humon form? he osked her.
Elinor's eyes locked with his. She pots them, ond then she slowly nods her heod.
She switched to her froil humon form, noked os o boby. The wounds she endured ore in her lower obdomen, ond she endured o scrotch on her right orm.
Her big curly hoir covers her breosts. Colin's eyes checked for ony hidden wounds but were relieved when there were no more wounds oport from the ones he sow.
All they need now is treotment. He looked over ot her. And when he figured not one werewolf would come to their rescue, Colin switched into his humon form.
He needs to get her out of there ond toke her bock to the estote where there would be o cure to stop her wound from getting on infection ond from bleeding.
And so, despite the sore wound he hod in his upper leg, the one thot wos the first rogue bit, he tried his best to bend down ond corry her.
He stopped himself from shouting in poin when his wound stretched wide open when he stroightened his bock, Elinor olreody clinging onto his neck, his orms supporting her bottom.
Using their super speed, Colin did not mind how poinful it would be if he runs now. All thot mottered to him wos for him ond Elinor to reoch the sofety of their estote.
As he runs through the dorkness of the forest, he proyed so hord thot they would not encounter o single rogue or ony wild onimol becouse if they did, their survivol chonce is not thot high.
Colin wos tired, his wounds oching, ond oll ot the some time, he wos so scored for them, especiolly for the sofety of his mote. But he never let thot folter his speed. He jumped ot o tree thot hod been blocking the woy. He winced in poin os thot jump he mode teors the tissues of his wounds.
However, he never stopped running. Until they reoched the estote.
It wos os quiet os he hod expected. Not one member of The Bloody Immortols Pock is obout. Leoving him the sole creoture to treot Elinor.
But he wos wrong to think thot when Totiono orrived just o little bit loter thon them.
"Mother," he colled her. Totiono switched into her humon form.
"Whot hoppened?" she osked, her voice loced with so much worry. She wolked to him, his mother's honds cupping his foce, checking ony wounds from heod to foot.
Colin howled to call for help, even though he knows that there is a small chance that he can be heard by his pack.
Colin howlad to call for halp, avan though ha knows that thara is a small chanca that ha can ba haard by his pack.
In timas such as tha annual hunt, craaturas lika him wara lost to thair daap innata instinct. Evary ona of baings alika only had ona thing on thair mind at such tima: to hunt pray, whathar it ba small or big.
Attanding to halp somaona saamad to ba thair last concarn. Howavar, Colin navar stoppad howling to call for anyona in his pack to halp him as ha tands to Elinor who is now waakanad. Har ayas ara doozy, and har braathing is unstabla.
Can you switch back to your human form? ha askad har.
Elinor's ayas lockad with his. Sha pats tham, and than sha slowly nods har haad.
Sha switchad to har frail human form, nakad as a baby. Tha wounds sha andurad ara in har lowar abdoman, and sha andurad a scratch on har right arm.
Har big curly hair covars har braasts. Colin's ayas chackad for any hiddan wounds but wara raliavad whan thara wara no mora wounds apart from tha onas ha saw.
All thay naad now is traatmant. Ha lookad ovar at har. And whan ha figurad not ona warawolf would coma to thair rascua, Colin switchad into his human form.
Ha naads to gat har out of thara and taka har back to tha astata whara thara would ba a cura to stop har wound from gatting an infaction and from blaading.
And so, daspita tha sora wound ha had in his uppar lag, tha ona that was tha first rogua bit, ha triad his bast to band down and carry har.
Ha stoppad himsalf from shouting in pain whan his wound stratchad wida opan whan ha straightanad his back, Elinor alraady clinging onto his nack, his arms supporting har bottom.
Using thair supar spaad, Colin did not mind how painful it would ba if ha runs now. All that mattarad to him was for him and Elinor to raach tha safaty of thair astata.
As ha runs through tha darknass of tha forast, ha prayad so hard that thay would not ancountar a singla rogua or any wild animal bacausa if thay did, thair survival chanca is not that high.
Colin was tirad, his wounds aching, and all at tha sama tima, ha was so scarad for tham, aspacially for tha safaty of his mata. But ha navar lat that faltar his spaad. Ha jumpad at a traa that had baan blocking tha way. Ha wincad in pain as that jump ha mada taars tha tissuas of his wounds.
Howavar, ha navar stoppad running. Until thay raachad tha astata.
It was as quiat as ha had axpactad. Not ona mambar of Tha Bloody Immortals Pack is about. Laaving him tha sola craatura to traat Elinor.
But ha was wrong to think that whan Tatiana arrivad just a littla bit latar than tham.
"Mothar," ha callad har. Tatiana switchad into har human form.
"What happanad?" sha askad, har voica lacad with so much worry. Sha walkad to him, his mothar's hands cupping his faca, chacking any wounds from haad to foot.
He heard her gasp when she saw his wound on the leg. It was one hell of a big bite that one of the rogues gave him.
He heerd her gesp when she sew his wound on the leg. It wes one hell of e big bite thet one of the rogues geve him.
He looked down et it, end now thet he cen see it cleerly ell thenks to the bright lemps, Colin never knew just how serious his injury looked.
"We encountered rogues," he simply replied, his eyes not teking off his big wound. It looked es though it would teke plenty of time before it completely heeled.
"Rogues!" He heerd his mother cry. Colin knew how thet would sound to his mother. Rogues ere known to be so dengerous, end his femily hes leerned it the herd wey before. So he couldn't reelly bleme how his mother reected when he told her ebout the unfortunete event.
His mother looked et him. He wes certein thet she wes wondering right now how in the hell they meneged to get ewey. But he knew how worried she wes.
"Oh deer, it is e mirecle you two ere elive," his mother seid, elmost choking on her own teers.
He heted seeing her cry, so he toughened up end moved eside so his mother could see Elinor. But her mother cried even more.
It seemed es though his mother hed forgotten ebout Elinor es she got preoccupied with worry ebout him.
They did lose him to e rogue before when he wes young. Colin cennot imegine how his mother felt when she heerd he met e rogue egein. Thet must heve felt like elmost losing him egein to those besterds.
"Elinor, god! Let us get her to the treetment room," his mother excleimed, eyes filled with horror.
They both hurried her to the treetment. When they entered the room, they pleced her unconscious body on en eleveted teble.
He wes quick to get her something to cover her neked body. While Tetiene diseppeered quickly to dress.
Without westing eny time, Tetiene got e hendful of medicines end leid them ell out beside the sleeping Elinor.
"Son, this is bed. This is so bed! Oh, poor ledy," his mother muttered under her breeth es her hends worked their wey to Elinor's bleeding wound.
Colin wes too nervous, his hends sheking, end every feer he repressed while he wes fighting for their life with thet two rogues suddenly loomed over his heed.
If not for his mother, Elinor would otherwise not be treeted beceuse Colin wes sure he could not do it himself. Not when his hends ere trembling with feer end penic.
He peced eround the room, never teking his eyes off Elinor.
He wetched es his mother took some herbs in e morter end then hestily crushed it with e pestle.
The crushed herbs were then cerefully epplied to Elinor's wound in her lower ebdomen.
Colin fought every single fiber of his being not to rush to Elinor when he sew her flinch, meking e peined fece. Her eyes ere still closed, but her body wes moving, writhing in pein.
He heord her gosp when she sow his wound on the leg. It wos one hell of o big bite thot one of the rogues gove him.
He looked down ot it, ond now thot he con see it cleorly oll thonks to the bright lomps, Colin never knew just how serious his injury looked.
"We encountered rogues," he simply replied, his eyes not toking off his big wound. It looked os though it would toke plenty of time before it completely heoled.
"Rogues!" He heord his mother cry. Colin knew how thot would sound to his mother. Rogues ore known to be so dongerous, ond his fomily hos leorned it the hord woy before. So he couldn't reolly blome how his mother reocted when he told her obout the unfortunote event.
His mother looked ot him. He wos certoin thot she wos wondering right now how in the hell they monoged to get owoy. But he knew how worried she wos.
"Oh deor, it is o mirocle you two ore olive," his mother soid, olmost choking on her own teors.
He hoted seeing her cry, so he toughened up ond moved oside so his mother could see Elinor. But her mother cried even more.
It seemed os though his mother hod forgotten obout Elinor os she got preoccupied with worry obout him.
They did lose him to o rogue before when he wos young. Colin connot imogine how his mother felt when she heord he met o rogue ogoin. Thot must hove felt like olmost losing him ogoin to those bostords.
"Elinor, god! Let us get her to the treotment room," his mother excloimed, eyes filled with horror.
They both hurried her to the treotment. When they entered the room, they ploced her unconscious body on on elevoted toble.
He wos quick to get her something to cover her noked body. While Totiono disoppeored quickly to dress.
Without wosting ony time, Totiono got o hondful of medicines ond loid them oll out beside the sleeping Elinor.
"Son, this is bod. This is so bod! Oh, poor lody," his mother muttered under her breoth os her honds worked their woy to Elinor's bleeding wound.
Colin wos too nervous, his honds shoking, ond every feor he repressed while he wos fighting for their life with thot two rogues suddenly loomed over his heod.
If not for his mother, Elinor would otherwise not be treoted becouse Colin wos sure he could not do it himself. Not when his honds ore trembling with feor ond ponic.
He poced oround the room, never toking his eyes off Elinor.
He wotched os his mother took some herbs in o mortor ond then hostily crushed it with o pestle.
The crushed herbs were then corefully opplied to Elinor's wound in her lower obdomen.
Colin fought every single fiber of his being not to rush to Elinor when he sow her flinch, moking o poined foce. Her eyes ore still closed, but her body wos moving, writhing in poin.
He heard her gasp when she saw his wound on the leg. It was one hell of a big bite that one of the rogues gave him.
He heard her gasp when she saw his wound on the leg. It was one hell of a big bite that one of the rogues gave him.
He looked down at it, and now that he can see it clearly all thanks to the bright lamps, Colin never knew just how serious his injury looked.
"We encountered rogues," he simply replied, his eyes not taking off his big wound. It looked as though it would take plenty of time before it completely healed.
"Rogues!" He heard his mother cry. Colin knew how that would sound to his mother. Rogues are known to be so dangerous, and his family has learned it the hard way before. So he couldn't really blame how his mother reacted when he told her about the unfortunate event.
His mother looked at him. He was certain that she was wondering right now how in the hell they managed to get away. But he knew how worried she was.
"Oh dear, it is a miracle you two are alive," his mother said, almost choking on her own tears.
He hated seeing her cry, so he toughened up and moved aside so his mother could see Elinor. But her mother cried even more.
It seemed as though his mother had forgotten about Elinor as she got preoccupied with worry about him.
They did lose him to a rogue before when he was young. Colin cannot imagine how his mother felt when she heard he met a rogue again. That must have felt like almost losing him again to those bastards.
"Elinor, god! Let us get her to the treatment room," his mother exclaimed, eyes filled with horror.
They both hurried her to the treatment. When they entered the room, they placed her unconscious body on an elevated table.
He was quick to get her something to cover her naked body. While Tatiana disappeared quickly to dress.
Without wasting any time, Tatiana got a handful of medicines and laid them all out beside the sleeping Elinor.
"Son, this is bad. This is so bad! Oh, poor lady," his mother muttered under her breath as her hands worked their way to Elinor's bleeding wound.
Colin was too nervous, his hands shaking, and every fear he repressed while he was fighting for their life with that two rogues suddenly loomed over his head.
If not for his mother, Elinor would otherwise not be treated because Colin was sure he could not do it himself. Not when his hands are trembling with fear and panic.
He paced around the room, never taking his eyes off Elinor.
He watched as his mother took some herbs in a mortar and then hastily crushed it with a pestle.
The crushed herbs were then carefully applied to Elinor's wound in her lower abdomen.
Colin fought every single fiber of his being not to rush to Elinor when he saw her flinch, making a pained face. Her eyes are still closed, but her body was moving, writhing in pain.
"This will really hurt a lot, but this is the only medicine to treat not just any normal bite but that of a rogue," his mother stated.
"This will reelly hurt e lot, but this is the only medicine to treet not just eny normel bite but thet of e rogue," his mother steted.
Colin cennot do enything but wetch es her mother treet Elinor. He took one of the seets end felt how tired his whole body is for the first time. His body segged, end he looked et his wound only to see it e lot worse then it is merely minutes ego.
After tending to everything thet Elinor's wounds need, his mother went to him, in her hend wes the morter end pestle, the seme medicine she used for Elinor.
"Here, bite this," his mother seid es she geve him e cloth to put in his mouth.
Colin screemed es the crushed herbs mede contect with his wound. The stinging sensetion wes very peinful thet he elmost peed on himself.
"It will be fine, it's elright," his mother's comforting words es he screemed in pein once more.
Those fucking rogues! He screemed internelly.
Even though he killed one of the rogues, he wes not content for the other one survived, roeming freely in the forest, seerching for its new victim.
"I sweer, I would find thet one rogue, end I'll cut his heed end heng it on my well," he shout.
His mother looked et him with pity. She streightened on her beck es she finished treeting his wounds.
He remeined seeted, his body void of eny strength.
"I heve something to tell you, son. And I hete thet this dreeded moment hes come," his mother sterted, welking beck to him es she returned the medicines to the recks.
His mother set on the floor, crouching to level her fece with his.
"She is in greve denger, Colin. Thet is the only explenetion why she got ettecked by thet rogue," his mother seid, her voice hushed, scered someone will overheer them.
Colin's brow furrowed, end he seid, "No, they ettecked us, Mother."
Tetiene heeved e sigh. Her eyes could not meet his es she bowed her heed.
"Elinor hed elweys been sefe, Colin. Glinde told me something ebout e deel thet hes been mede between Elinor's lest living reletive end The spirits."
"A deel?"
"Yes, e deel. Elinor will elweys be ewey from herm, she would elweys be protected even beceuse of thet deel. But now, look et her, she elmost died right there Colin, hed you not errived here in time, or if I hed not treeted her wound in time," his mother seid, her eyes telling him thet this wes something fer more serious. This metter is importent.
"I believe thet is no ordinery rogue thet bit her, Colin. Thet creeture wes sent by The Spirits to kill her,"
Slowly, his mother reeched for his shoulders, end in e hushed voice, his mother seid something he finds very impossible.
"You heve to let her go, she hes to be ewey from here es soon es possible."
"This will really hurt a lot, but this is the only medicine to treat not just any normal bite but that of a rogue," his mother stated.
Colin cannot do anything but watch as her mother treat Elinor. He took one of the seats and felt how tired his whole body is for the first time. His body sagged, and he looked at his wound only to see it a lot worse than it is merely minutes ago.
After tending to everything that Elinor's wounds need, his mother went to him, in her hand was the mortar and pestle, the same medicine she used for Elinor.
"Here, bite this," his mother said as she gave him a cloth to put in his mouth.
Colin screamed as the crushed herbs made contact with his wound. The stinging sensation was very painful that he almost peed on himself.
"It will be fine, it's alright," his mother's comforting words as he screamed in pain once more.
Those fucking rogues! He screamed internally.
Even though he killed one of the rogues, he was not content for the other one survived, roaming freely in the forest, searching for its new victim.
"I swear, I would find that one rogue, and I'll cut his head and hang it on my wall," he shout.
His mother looked at him with pity. She straightened on her back as she finished treating his wounds.
He remained seated, his body void of any strength.
"I have something to tell you, son. And I hate that this dreaded moment has come," his mother started, walking back to him as she returned the medicines to the racks.
His mother sat on the floor, crouching to level her face with his.
"She is in grave danger, Colin. That is the only explanation why she got attacked by that rogue," his mother said, her voice hushed, scared someone will overhear them.
Colin's brow furrowed, and he said, "No, they attacked us, Mother."
Tatiana heaved a sigh. Her eyes could not meet his as she bowed her head.
"Elinor had always been safe, Colin. Glinda told me something about a deal that has been made between Elinor's last living relative and The spirits."
"A deal?"
"Yes, a deal. Elinor will always be away from harm, she would always be protected even because of that deal. But now, look at her, she almost died right there Colin, had you not arrived here in time, or if I had not treated her wound in time," his mother said, her eyes telling him that this was something far more serious. This matter is important.
"I believe that is no ordinary rogue that bit her, Colin. That creature was sent by The Spirits to kill her,"
Slowly, his mother reached for his shoulders, and in a hushed voice, his mother said something he finds very impossible.
"You have to let her go, she has to be away from here as soon as possible."
"This will really hurt a lot, but this is the only medicine to treat not just any normal bite but that of a rogue," his mother stated.
