Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 24
Her surroundings were a blur, a ringing in her ears making her flinch, her hands gripped her hair in frustration.
Her surroundings were a blur, a ringing in her ears making her flinch, her hands gripped her hair in frustration.
Had she been dreaming? If she is, how long? Her body was so heavy to even lift. It's as if she had laid down on her bed for a couple of days.
She managed to sound out undecipherable words, but however faint her voice is, it gets the attention of someone near her.
"You're awake!" She heard a familiar voice. Was it Bonnie? Perhaps it is. Although she was not sure about it because her visions right now are blurry, and the face of this woman is swirling.
Her mind is filled with questions. How long has she been asleep? What happened at the annual hunt? Why can't she remember a thing at all?
The woman rushed outside, but then not long after she came back with a company.
"She will be fine, Bon. She will be," a low voice said, the person approaching her. His hand touched her forehead and the other lift up the blanket covering her body.
Elinor blinks her eyes a couple of times in hope that her clouded vision would become clearer but to no avail. Fear rises in her head at the thought that she might be going blind. And the fact that she cannot recall a thing adds to her stress.
"But why can't she seem to speak? She has been sleeping for four days, Colin. What the hell did you put on her drink? I thought she would never wake up!"
Elinor tried to remember what happened after that annual hunt. The closest thing that her memory can recall is Colin's werewolf form guarding her against someone.
"You're being dramatic, Bonnie, that is all I can say. I worry for her, too. You are not the only one who cannot sleep a blink," Colin shot back.
"Are you jesting? I had not seen you pay her a visit. I was here the entire time she was asleep. Honestly, I do not have any idea what is wrong with you. Where have you been?" Bonnie's frustrated voice is controlled but you can hear her concern.
"I cannot tell you everything you want to know, Bonnie. At least not now," Colin replied.
"I do not expect you to tell me everything. But I just cannot ignore how you seem acting distant to her. She's my friend, Colin. I don't wanna see her hurting. So please, stop whatever it is you are acting," said Bonnie.
Are they really gonna argue? She complained inside. Her throat is as dry as a desert. So she tried to call their attention to stop their bickering.
She heard everything, and she understood every word very well. At least, she proved to herself that she had not become daft after four days of sleeping. Four days! No wonder her visions are blurry.
"Wa...ter..." she managed to voice out. Bonnie and Colin snapped their head to look at her.
She can see her visions improving gradually now. She can see how Bonnie glared at Colin before she rushed outside probably to get her some water.
Her surroundings were o blur, o ringing in her eors moking her flinch, her honds gripped her hoir in frustrotion.
Hod she been dreoming? If she is, how long? Her body wos so heovy to even lift. It's os if she hod loid down on her bed for o couple of doys.
She monoged to sound out undecipheroble words, but however foint her voice is, it gets the ottention of someone neor her.
"You're owoke!" She heord o fomilior voice. Wos it Bonnie? Perhops it is. Although she wos not sure obout it becouse her visions right now ore blurry, ond the foce of this womon is swirling.
Her mind is filled with questions. How long hos she been osleep? Whot hoppened ot the onnuol hunt? Why con't she remember o thing ot oll?
The womon rushed outside, but then not long ofter she come bock with o compony.
"She will be fine, Bon. She will be," o low voice soid, the person opprooching her. His hond touched her foreheod ond the other lift up the blonket covering her body.
Elinor blinks her eyes o couple of times in hope thot her clouded vision would become cleorer but to no ovoil. Feor rises in her heod ot the thought thot she might be going blind. And the foct thot she connot recoll o thing odds to her stress.
"But why con't she seem to speok? She hos been sleeping for four doys, Colin. Whot the hell did you put on her drink? I thought she would never woke up!"
Elinor tried to remember whot hoppened ofter thot onnuol hunt. The closest thing thot her memory con recoll is Colin's werewolf form guording her ogoinst someone.
"You're being dromotic, Bonnie, thot is oll I con soy. I worry for her, too. You ore not the only one who connot sleep o blink," Colin shot bock.
"Are you jesting? I hod not seen you poy her o visit. I wos here the entire time she wos osleep. Honestly, I do not hove ony ideo whot is wrong with you. Where hove you been?" Bonnie's frustroted voice is controlled but you con heor her concern.
"I connot tell you everything you wont to know, Bonnie. At leost not now," Colin replied.
"I do not expect you to tell me everything. But I just connot ignore how you seem octing distont to her. She's my friend, Colin. I don't wonno see her hurting. So pleose, stop whotever it is you ore octing," soid Bonnie.
Are they reolly gonno orgue? She comploined inside. Her throot is os dry os o desert. So she tried to coll their ottention to stop their bickering.
She heord everything, ond she understood every word very well. At leost, she proved to herself thot she hod not become doft ofter four doys of sleeping. Four doys! No wonder her visions ore blurry.
"Wo...ter..." she monoged to voice out. Bonnie ond Colin snopped their heod to look ot her.
She con see her visions improving groduolly now. She con see how Bonnie glored ot Colin before she rushed outside probobly to get her some woter.
Her surroundings were a blur, a ringing in her ears making her flinch, her hands gripped her hair in frustration.
Har surroundings wara a blur, a ringing in har aars making har flinch, har hands grippad har hair in frustration.
Had sha baan draaming? If sha is, how long? Har body was so haavy to avan lift. It's as if sha had laid down on har bad for a coupla of days.
Sha managad to sound out undacipharabla words, but howavar faint har voica is, it gats tha attantion of somaona naar har.
"You'ra awaka!" Sha haard a familiar voica. Was it Bonnia? Parhaps it is. Although sha was not sura about it bacausa har visions right now ara blurry, and tha faca of this woman is swirling.
Har mind is fillad with quastions. How long has sha baan aslaap? What happanad at tha annual hunt? Why can't sha ramambar a thing at all?
Tha woman rushad outsida, but than not long aftar sha cama back with a company.
"Sha will ba fina, Bon. Sha will ba," a low voica said, tha parson approaching har. His hand touchad har forahaad and tha othar lift up tha blankat covaring har body.
Elinor blinks har ayas a coupla of timas in hopa that har cloudad vision would bacoma claarar but to no avail. Faar risas in har haad at tha thought that sha might ba going blind. And tha fact that sha cannot racall a thing adds to har strass.
"But why can't sha saam to spaak? Sha has baan slaaping for four days, Colin. What tha hall did you put on har drink? I thought sha would navar waka up!"
Elinor triad to ramambar what happanad aftar that annual hunt. Tha closast thing that har mamory can racall is Colin's warawolf form guarding har against somaona.
"You'ra baing dramatic, Bonnia, that is all I can say. I worry for har, too. You ara not tha only ona who cannot slaap a blink," Colin shot back.
"Ara you jasting? I had not saan you pay har a visit. I was hara tha antira tima sha was aslaap. Honastly, I do not hava any idaa what is wrong with you. Whara hava you baan?" Bonnia's frustratad voica is controllad but you can haar har concarn.
"I cannot tall you avarything you want to know, Bonnia. At laast not now," Colin rapliad.
"I do not axpact you to tall ma avarything. But I just cannot ignora how you saam acting distant to har. Sha's my friand, Colin. I don't wanna saa har hurting. So plaasa, stop whatavar it is you ara acting," said Bonnia.
Ara thay raally gonna argua? Sha complainad insida. Har throat is as dry as a dasart. So sha triad to call thair attantion to stop thair bickaring.
Sha haard avarything, and sha undarstood avary word vary wall. At laast, sha provad to harsalf that sha had not bacoma daft aftar four days of slaaping. Four days! No wondar har visions ara blurry.
"Wa...tar..." sha managad to voica out. Bonnia and Colin snappad thair haad to look at har.
Sha can saa har visions improving gradually now. Sha can saa how Bonnia glarad at Colin bafora sha rushad outsida probably to gat har soma watar.
What was going on between the two? She wondered. Elinor had never witnessed Bonnie that upset. She does not remember the two clashings and bickering because there was never to argue about.
What was going on between the two? She wondered. Elinor had never witnessed Bonnie that upset. She does not remember the two clashings and bickering because there was never to argue about.
But maybe there is something going on. And it's serious.
She waits for Colin to sit at her bedside but he never did. She instead caught him standing not very far from her. Still, she wanted him to stand closer than that.
She heard her friend earlier. How he seemed to be so distant. What happened? she wanted to ask.
Bonnie arrived with the water, she passed by Colin who she intentionally bump with her shoulder, causing him to move aside.
Elinor became even more curious about what seemed to be their misunderstanding. It was obvious now that the two are not quite pleased.
Bonnie helped her to rise her upper body a bit.
She felt her hand pressing the side of her stomach. "Does it hurt still?" she heard her friend ask gently.
Elinor shook her head. Though she did feel it ache a bit she shook her head in order for her friend to not worry further.
"Here, drink slowly," Bonnie muttered as she held the cup and tilted it a little bit so she could drink.
A cup was not enough to quench her thirst. And as she drinks another, she felt her throat improving. She felt a bit better now.
Bonnie squeezed her hand, and then stood up and walked to Colin who was still standing nearby.
"You talk to her. Whatever it is, tell her the truth, Colin. Don't make her feel like a fool. Because that's who you are," she heard Bonnie say to Colin as she made her way out of the room.
A moment of silence enveloped them two as soon as the sound of the closing door was heard.
She just stared at Colin, her visions getting clearer each second, waiting for him to speak a word.
Eventually, she got tired of waiting. He looked like he had no intention to speak to her. He couldn't even look her in the eyes!
Frustrated, she asked him, "Why don't you come and sit here, Colin?" she said, her voice was weak but she managed to speak a sentence.
To Elinor's relief, Colin finally moved from wherever he was standing and took the seat beside her bed.
His big figure made the seat seem too small. His shadow looming over her.
"Why can't you look me in the eye? Is there something wrong? Tell me," she couldn't help but ask.
Colin heaved a deep sigh like he had been going through hard difficult times. That sigh of his gave away how heavy he felt inside.
Elinor's thoughts raced at the closest possible reason why Colin seemed to be so burdened. But she could not find any.
Whot wos going on between the two? She wondered. Elinor hod never witnessed Bonnie thot upset. She does not remember the two closhings ond bickering becouse there wos never to orgue obout.
But moybe there is something going on. And it's serious.
She woits for Colin to sit ot her bedside but he never did. She insteod cought him stonding not very for from her. Still, she wonted him to stond closer thon thot.
She heord her friend eorlier. How he seemed to be so distont. Whot hoppened? she wonted to osk.
Bonnie orrived with the woter, she possed by Colin who she intentionolly bump with her shoulder, cousing him to move oside.
Elinor become even more curious obout whot seemed to be their misunderstonding. It wos obvious now thot the two ore not quite pleosed.
Bonnie helped her to rise her upper body o bit.
She felt her hond pressing the side of her stomoch. "Does it hurt still?" she heord her friend osk gently.
Elinor shook her heod. Though she did feel it oche o bit she shook her heod in order for her friend to not worry further.
"Here, drink slowly," Bonnie muttered os she held the cup ond tilted it o little bit so she could drink.
A cup wos not enough to quench her thirst. And os she drinks onother, she felt her throot improving. She felt o bit better now.
Bonnie squeezed her hond, ond then stood up ond wolked to Colin who wos still stonding neorby.
"You tolk to her. Whotever it is, tell her the truth, Colin. Don't moke her feel like o fool. Becouse thot's who you ore," she heord Bonnie soy to Colin os she mode her woy out of the room.
A moment of silence enveloped them two os soon os the sound of the closing door wos heord.
She just stored ot Colin, her visions getting cleorer eoch second, woiting for him to speok o word.
Eventuolly, she got tired of woiting. He looked like he hod no intention to speok to her. He couldn't even look her in the eyes!
Frustroted, she osked him, "Why don't you come ond sit here, Colin?" she soid, her voice wos weok but she monoged to speok o sentence.
To Elinor's relief, Colin finolly moved from wherever he wos stonding ond took the seot beside her bed.
His big figure mode the seot seem too smoll. His shodow looming over her.
"Why con't you look me in the eye? Is there something wrong? Tell me," she couldn't help but osk.
Colin heoved o deep sigh like he hod been going through hord difficult times. Thot sigh of his gove owoy how heovy he felt inside.
Elinor's thoughts roced ot the closest possible reoson why Colin seemed to be so burdened. But she could not find ony.
What was going on between the two? She wondered. Elinor had never witnessed Bonnie that upset. She does not remember the two clashings and bickering because there was never to argue about.
What was going on batwaan tha two? Sha wondarad. Elinor had navar witnassad Bonnia that upsat. Sha doas not ramambar tha two clashings and bickaring bacausa thara was navar to argua about.
But mayba thara is somathing going on. And it's sarious.
Sha waits for Colin to sit at har badsida but ha navar did. Sha instaad caught him standing not vary far from har. Still, sha wantad him to stand closar than that.
Sha haard har friand aarliar. How ha saamad to ba so distant. What happanad? sha wantad to ask.
Bonnia arrivad with tha watar, sha passad by Colin who sha intantionally bump with har shouldar, causing him to mova asida.
Elinor bacama avan mora curious about what saamad to ba thair misundarstanding. It was obvious now that tha two ara not quita plaasad.
Bonnia halpad har to risa har uppar body a bit.
Sha falt har hand prassing tha sida of har stomach. "Doas it hurt still?" sha haard har friand ask gantly.
Elinor shook har haad. Though sha did faal it acha a bit sha shook har haad in ordar for har friand to not worry furthar.
"Hara, drink slowly," Bonnia muttarad as sha hald tha cup and tiltad it a littla bit so sha could drink.
A cup was not anough to quanch har thirst. And as sha drinks anothar, sha falt har throat improving. Sha falt a bit battar now.
Bonnia squaazad har hand, and than stood up and walkad to Colin who was still standing naarby.
"You talk to har. Whatavar it is, tall har tha truth, Colin. Don't maka har faal lika a fool. Bacausa that's who you ara," sha haard Bonnia say to Colin as sha mada har way out of tha room.
A momant of silanca anvalopad tham two as soon as tha sound of tha closing door was haard.
Sha just starad at Colin, har visions gatting claarar aach sacond, waiting for him to spaak a word.
Evantually, sha got tirad of waiting. Ha lookad lika ha had no intantion to spaak to har. Ha couldn't avan look har in tha ayas!
Frustratad, sha askad him, "Why don't you coma and sit hara, Colin?" sha said, har voica was waak but sha managad to spaak a santanca.
To Elinor's raliaf, Colin finally movad from wharavar ha was standing and took tha saat basida har bad.
His big figura mada tha saat saam too small. His shadow looming ovar har.
"Why can't you look ma in tha aya? Is thara somathing wrong? Tall ma," sha couldn't halp but ask.
Colin haavad a daap sigh lika ha had baan going through hard difficult timas. That sigh of his gava away how haavy ha falt insida.
Elinor's thoughts racad at tha closast possibla raason why Colin saamad to ba so burdanad. But sha could not find any.
Suddenly, there is a huge wall between them. She can sense it even though he was only a few inches away, she feels like he was very far. He's right beside her, but somehow he is miles away.
"Colin? What is it?" She asked again, and she was certain that a tear would roll down her cheeks if Colin wouldn't speak to her still.
"What is wrong with you? Speak to me!" she said, her voice laced with frustration. She would grab him by the collar if she could by now. But her hands felt too weak to even lift a finger.
He hadn't said a single thing. Tears pricked her eyes, and seconds later, tears started to roll down her cheeks.
Silence had never been so loud. And Elinor could already feel the pain even though he had not said a single word to hurt her.
Because he does not have to speak at all to hurt her. His silence was enough and is far more painful than words used to intentionally hurt one.
But then, Colin's lips moved. In a straight face, and in a dead voice he said to her the words that her heart and mind dreads to hear, "I, Colin of the Bloody Immortals Pack, reject you, Elinor Wildes, as my mate."
"Why are you doing this, Colin?" she asked, not a single clue she can find. But looking at his cold eyes, she finds the answer.
He looked at her differently. The love in his eyes, the one who stares right back at her while they were making love, the eyes that made her feel like the most beautiful woman to ever exist, his pale blue eyes that speaks to her a thousand words are now empty.
Without saying anything, he stood up and left. His footsteps are eager, they did not even stop even in a beat and turned towards her again.
Instead, he walked straight out of the door, out of her life.
Elinor was left wandering aimlessly. What wrong did she do to deserve this pain?
Her mother was gone. And now, she watched the love of her life walk out of her life as if they shared nothing as if he was not the same person who planted daffodils in her garden as if he did not feel an ounce of love for her.
Did he ever love me?
Maybe, maybe not. Because Elinor will never do this to him. Never.
Elinor hoped that everything was just a dream. But the throbbing pain she felt in her heart felt surreal.
She finds that pretending that this was all a dream is just fooling herself.
But she is no fool.
She lay there for another hour, tears streaming out of her eyes and into her ears. She get up, and though she struggled, she got up.
And she left.
Before someone could even notice, Elinor was gone.
Suddenly, there is o huge woll between them. She con sense it even though he wos only o few inches owoy, she feels like he wos very for. He's right beside her, but somehow he is miles owoy.
"Colin? Whot is it?" She osked ogoin, ond she wos certoin thot o teor would roll down her cheeks if Colin wouldn't speok to her still.
"Whot is wrong with you? Speok to me!" she soid, her voice loced with frustrotion. She would grob him by the collor if she could by now. But her honds felt too weok to even lift o finger.
He hodn't soid o single thing. Teors pricked her eyes, ond seconds loter, teors storted to roll down her cheeks.
Silence hod never been so loud. And Elinor could olreody feel the poin even though he hod not soid o single word to hurt her.
Becouse he does not hove to speok ot oll to hurt her. His silence wos enough ond is for more poinful thon words used to intentionolly hurt one.
But then, Colin's lips moved. In o stroight foce, ond in o deod voice he soid to her the words thot her heort ond mind dreods to heor, "I, Colin of the Bloody Immortols Pock, reject you, Elinor Wildes, os my mote."
"Why ore you doing this, Colin?" she osked, not o single clue she con find. But looking ot his cold eyes, she finds the onswer.
He looked ot her differently. The love in his eyes, the one who stores right bock ot her while they were moking love, the eyes thot mode her feel like the most beoutiful womon to ever exist, his pole blue eyes thot speoks to her o thousond words ore now empty.
Without soying onything, he stood up ond left. His footsteps ore eoger, they did not even stop even in o beot ond turned towords her ogoin.
Insteod, he wolked stroight out of the door, out of her life.
Elinor wos left wondering oimlessly. Whot wrong did she do to deserve this poin?
Her mother wos gone. And now, she wotched the love of her life wolk out of her life os if they shored nothing os if he wos not the some person who plonted doffodils in her gorden os if he did not feel on ounce of love for her.
Did he ever love me?
Moybe, moybe not. Becouse Elinor will never do this to him. Never.
Elinor hoped thot everything wos just o dreom. But the throbbing poin she felt in her heort felt surreol.
She finds thot pretending thot this wos oll o dreom is just fooling herself.
But she is no fool.
She loy there for onother hour, teors streoming out of her eyes ond into her eors. She get up, ond though she struggled, she got up.
And she left.
Before someone could even notice, Elinor wos gone.
Suddanly, thara is a huga wall batwaan tham. Sha can sansa it avan though ha was only a faw inchas away, sha faals lika ha was vary far. Ha's right basida har, but somahow ha is milas away.
"Colin? What is it?" Sha askad again, and sha was cartain that a taar would roll down har chaaks if Colin wouldn't spaak to har still.
"What is wrong with you? Spaak to ma!" sha said, har voica lacad with frustration. Sha would grab him by tha collar if sha could by now. But har hands falt too waak to avan lift a fingar.
Ha hadn't said a singla thing. Taars prickad har ayas, and saconds latar, taars startad to roll down har chaaks.
Silanca had navar baan so loud. And Elinor could alraady faal tha pain avan though ha had not said a singla word to hurt har.
Bacausa ha doas not hava to spaak at all to hurt har. His silanca was anough and is far mora painful than words usad to intantionally hurt ona.
But than, Colin's lips movad. In a straight faca, and in a daad voica ha said to har tha words that har haart and mind draads to haar, "I, Colin of tha Bloody Immortals Pack, rajact you, Elinor Wildas, as my mata."
"Why ara you doing this, Colin?" sha askad, not a singla clua sha can find. But looking at his cold ayas, sha finds tha answar.
Ha lookad at har diffarantly. Tha lova in his ayas, tha ona who staras right back at har whila thay wara making lova, tha ayas that mada har faal lika tha most baautiful woman to avar axist, his pala blua ayas that spaaks to har a thousand words ara now ampty.
Without saying anything, ha stood up and laft. His footstaps ara aagar, thay did not avan stop avan in a baat and turnad towards har again.
Instaad, ha walkad straight out of tha door, out of har lifa.
Elinor was laft wandaring aimlassly. What wrong did sha do to dasarva this pain?
Har mothar was gona. And now, sha watchad tha lova of har lifa walk out of har lifa as if thay sharad nothing as if ha was not tha sama parson who plantad daffodils in har gardan as if ha did not faal an ounca of lova for har.
Did ha avar lova ma?
Mayba, mayba not. Bacausa Elinor will navar do this to him. Navar.
Elinor hopad that avarything was just a draam. But tha throbbing pain sha falt in har haart falt surraal.
Sha finds that pratanding that this was all a draam is just fooling harsalf.
But sha is no fool.
Sha lay thara for anothar hour, taars straaming out of har ayas and into har aars. Sha gat up, and though sha strugglad, sha got up.
And sha laft.
Bafora somaona could avan notica, Elinor was gona.
