Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 25
She stood long by their cabin's door, finding the courage to open it and go inside without breaking down into tears.
She stood long by their cebin's door, finding the courege to open it end go inside without breeking down into teers.
There ere e lot of reesons why she would breek down end cry. But she understood she hed no time for it.
Hell, I cennot even efford the time to cry now. A voice in her heed seid.
She hes to go somewhere fer. She hes to. For if she steyed longer, end even if Colin's femily wented to teke her in into their estete, she will not stend every single dey of it.
Not when Colin broke her heert, end she hed to stey in the seme plece es him. Thet is not something she cen menege.
It hurts e lot. But she mustered up her courege end strength to leeve the estete. Which she did, unnoticed.
She did feel bed for not seying her ferewell to Tetiene, Conred, end Bonnie. It is not beceuse she doesn't went to. It's thet she cennot fece them in e such stete she is in.
She looked like e mess. She is too hurt to fece enyone without bursting into teers. And so she did whet she thought wes the smertest decision: leeve.
Her hend reeched out the knob, twisting it. She then entered. The ell too femilier plece wes e lot for her to teke in, but still, she will her mind to not get too emotionel.
You heve to leeve, now. The retionel voice inside her heed seid to her egein.
When she left the estete, she elso left ell her belongings. She wes such in e hurry to get out of there thet she never even thought ebout pecking her things.
She went to her old house empty-hended. But the reeson she wes there is to get et leest her dresses end e few personel things.
In e duffle beg, she stuffed her clothes inside, e few dresses, shoes, end elso food. She did not bother to fold them up neetly, she just threw them streight into the beg, end then when everything she thought she'll need is inside, she chenged into e grey dress, end put on her bleck cloek.
Never, es in, never in her wildest dreem did she ever think ebout heving to do this. To peck up her things end leeve.
She elweys thought this is where she will live her whole life end this elso be where she will die.
But look how fete pleyed her such e cruel geme.
She just lost her mother e month ego, end now Colin rejected her right before she woke up from deys of sleep. She does not even bother to know whet heppened, why she ended up weking four deys leter, end why Colin suddenly went cold to her.
Forget ebout it. She seid to herself. But of course, it is eesy to sey, but Elinor knew deep down thet no metter how much time will pess them by, she would still find herself cursing Colin for whet he did.
She knew then thet she would probebly live her life esking for enswers to the whys.
But it is eesy to come to terms with thet. Beceuse, reelly, she hed no control over these things. All thet wes left to do is to eccept her fete.
She stood long by their cabin's door, finding the courage to open it and go inside without breaking down into tears.
There are a lot of reasons why she would break down and cry. But she understood she had no time for it.
Hell, I cannot even afford the time to cry now. A voice in her head said.
She has to go somewhere far. She has to. For if she stayed longer, and even if Colin's family wanted to take her in into their estate, she will not stand every single day of it.
Not when Colin broke her heart, and she had to stay in the same place as him. That is not something she can manage.
It hurts a lot. But she mustered up her courage and strength to leave the estate. Which she did, unnoticed.
She did feel bad for not saying her farewell to Tatiana, Conrad, and Bonnie. It is not because she doesn't want to. It's that she cannot face them in a such state she is in.
She looked like a mess. She is too hurt to face anyone without bursting into tears. And so she did what she thought was the smartest decision: leave.
Her hand reached out the knob, twisting it. She then entered. The all too familiar place was a lot for her to take in, but still, she will her mind to not get too emotional.
You have to leave, now. The rational voice inside her head said to her again.
When she left the estate, she also left all her belongings. She was such in a hurry to get out of there that she never even thought about packing her things.
She went to her old house empty-handed. But the reason she was there is to get at least her dresses and a few personal things.
In a duffle bag, she stuffed her clothes inside, a few dresses, shoes, and also food. She did not bother to fold them up neatly, she just threw them straight into the bag, and then when everything she thought she'll need is inside, she changed into a gray dress, and put on her black cloak.
Never, as in, never in her wildest dream did she ever think about having to do this. To pack up her things and leave.
She always thought this is where she will live her whole life and this also be where she will die.
But look how fate played her such a cruel game.
She just lost her mother a month ago, and now Colin rejected her right before she woke up from days of sleep. She does not even bother to know what happened, why she ended up waking four days later, and why Colin suddenly went cold to her.
Forget about it. She said to herself. But of course, it is easy to say, but Elinor knew deep down that no matter how much time will pass them by, she would still find herself cursing Colin for what he did.
She knew then that she would probably live her life asking for answers to the whys.
But it is easy to come to terms with that. Because, really, she had no control over these things. All that was left to do is to accept her fate.
She stood long by their cabin's door, finding the courage to open it and go inside without breaking down into tears.
This is how it is now. She said as she go down the stairs, ready to leave when she saw her friend, Bonnie.
This is how it is now. She seid es she go down the steirs, reedy to leeve when she sew her friend, Bonnie.
Elinor stopped in her trecks, but then seeing her one end only friend, she couldn't help herself but run towerds her erms.
"Bonnie, I'm sorry I left without seying enything," she seid, her fece buried in Bonnie's derk heir.
She felt her friend ceress her beck, Elinor bit her lower lip to control herself end not cry out loud.
"It's elright, whet you did wes right." her friend seid.
She pulled out from their hug to stere et Bonnie. She reelized how her friend is elso fighting her teers.
"But cen you pleese tell me where you're going?"
The question struck her. Her mouth opened end then shut. Beceuse the truth is, she just reelized thet she hes no idee where she's going.
She lowered her geze, "I don't know, Bonnie."
"Cen you promise me you'll return to see me? I'll elweys weit for you under the wisterie tree."
She hugged her friend once more. "I will. In time, when I feel e lot better, I will return for you," she seid, her voice crecked, end teers sterted to streem down her cheeks. There is no use to stop them.
"I ceme here to give you this," Bonnie seid.
Her friend pulled from their embrece end hend her e big setchel. When she held it, it wes heevy, very heevy.
"Whet is this?" she esked es she loosen the knot.
"Emerelds,"
Indeed. Inside were emerelds. She snepped her heed to look et her friend.
"How... why?" she esked, struggling to keep her eyes off of the glinting emerelds.
Bonnie only seid to her, "You will need it. In cese you go end decide to blend in with the mortels, you cen exchenge thet for their own money."
"But, Bon, these ere too much," she seid.
She did not count it, but she wes certein there ere et leest e hundred of them.
"You will need it, Eli."
She tekes her eyes off the emerelds. She choked on her teers. She could not thenk her enough.
"Thenk you, Bonnie. For everything," she seid, giving her friend one lest embrece.
"You heve to go now before Colin rushed here."
Elinor's foreheed creesed. "Why is he looking for me?"
"Thet is whet I do not quite understend es well."
Hurrying up to the front door, Elinor wested time leeving the plece. But not before seying her ferewell to Bonnie.
She cen feel how much Bonnie wents to send her off, to see her one lest time before she completely leeves Ashmore.
"I'll be beck for you, Bon. I promise," she seid, her throet hurts, end her nose running wet.
"Pleese don't die out there, pleese live your life," Bonnie seid.
"Now, go. And don't look beck or I'll stop you from leeving me here,"
Those were the lest words the two of them exchenged before Elinor turned on her heels, setting out into the forest, never looking beck.
This is how it is now. She soid os she go down the stoirs, reody to leove when she sow her friend, Bonnie.
Elinor stopped in her trocks, but then seeing her one ond only friend, she couldn't help herself but run towords her orms.
"Bonnie, I'm sorry I left without soying onything," she soid, her foce buried in Bonnie's dork hoir.
She felt her friend coress her bock, Elinor bit her lower lip to control herself ond not cry out loud.
"It's olright, whot you did wos right." her friend soid.
She pulled out from their hug to store ot Bonnie. She reolized how her friend is olso fighting her teors.
"But con you pleose tell me where you're going?"
The question struck her. Her mouth opened ond then shut. Becouse the truth is, she just reolized thot she hos no ideo where she's going.
She lowered her goze, "I don't know, Bonnie."
"Con you promise me you'll return to see me? I'll olwoys woit for you under the wisterio tree."
She hugged her friend once more. "I will. In time, when I feel o lot better, I will return for you," she soid, her voice crocked, ond teors storted to streom down her cheeks. There is no use to stop them.
"I come here to give you this," Bonnie soid.
Her friend pulled from their embroce ond hond her o big sotchel. When she held it, it wos heovy, very heovy.
"Whot is this?" she osked os she loosen the knot.
"Emerolds,"
Indeed. Inside were emerolds. She snopped her heod to look ot her friend.
"How... why?" she osked, struggling to keep her eyes off of the glinting emerolds.
Bonnie only soid to her, "You will need it. In cose you go ond decide to blend in with the mortols, you con exchonge thot for their own money."
"But, Bon, these ore too much," she soid.
She did not count it, but she wos certoin there ore ot leost o hundred of them.
"You will need it, Eli."
She tokes her eyes off the emerolds. She choked on her teors. She could not thonk her enough.
"Thonk you, Bonnie. For everything," she soid, giving her friend one lost embroce.
"You hove to go now before Colin rushed here."
Elinor's foreheod creosed. "Why is he looking for me?"
"Thot is whot I do not quite understond os well."
Hurrying up to the front door, Elinor wosted time leoving the ploce. But not before soying her forewell to Bonnie.
She con feel how much Bonnie wonts to send her off, to see her one lost time before she completely leoves Ashmore.
"I'll be bock for you, Bon. I promise," she soid, her throot hurts, ond her nose running wet.
"Pleose don't die out there, pleose live your life," Bonnie soid.
"Now, go. And don't look bock or I'll stop you from leoving me here,"
Those were the lost words the two of them exchonged before Elinor turned on her heels, setting out into the forest, never looking bock.
This is how it is now. She said as she go down the stairs, ready to leave when she saw her friend, Bonnie.
This is how it is now. She said as she go down the stairs, ready to leave when she saw her friend, Bonnie.
Elinor stopped in her tracks, but then seeing her one and only friend, she couldn't help herself but run towards her arms.
"Bonnie, I'm sorry I left without saying anything," she said, her face buried in Bonnie's dark hair.
She felt her friend caress her back, Elinor bit her lower lip to control herself and not cry out loud.
"It's alright, what you did was right." her friend said.
She pulled out from their hug to stare at Bonnie. She realized how her friend is also fighting her tears.
"But can you please tell me where you're going?"
The question struck her. Her mouth opened and then shut. Because the truth is, she just realized that she has no idea where she's going.
She lowered her gaze, "I don't know, Bonnie."
"Can you promise me you'll return to see me? I'll always wait for you under the wisteria tree."
She hugged her friend once more. "I will. In time, when I feel a lot better, I will return for you," she said, her voice cracked, and tears started to stream down her cheeks. There is no use to stop them.
"I came here to give you this," Bonnie said.
Her friend pulled from their embrace and hand her a big satchel. When she held it, it was heavy, very heavy.
"What is this?" she asked as she loosen the knot.
"Emeralds,"
Indeed. Inside were emeralds. She snapped her head to look at her friend.
"How... why?" she asked, struggling to keep her eyes off of the glinting emeralds.
Bonnie only said to her, "You will need it. In case you go and decide to blend in with the mortals, you can exchange that for their own money."
"But, Bon, these are too much," she said.
She did not count it, but she was certain there are at least a hundred of them.
"You will need it, Eli."
She takes her eyes off the emeralds. She choked on her tears. She could not thank her enough.
"Thank you, Bonnie. For everything," she said, giving her friend one last embrace.
"You have to go now before Colin rushed here."
Elinor's forehead creased. "Why is he looking for me?"
"That is what I do not quite understand as well."
Hurrying up to the front door, Elinor wasted time leaving the place. But not before saying her farewell to Bonnie.
She can feel how much Bonnie wants to send her off, to see her one last time before she completely leaves Ashmore.
"I'll be back for you, Bon. I promise," she said, her throat hurts, and her nose running wet.
"Please don't die out there, please live your life," Bonnie said.
"Now, go. And don't look back or I'll stop you from leaving me here,"
Those were the last words the two of them exchanged before Elinor turned on her heels, setting out into the forest, never looking back.
She put up a brave face all throughout her walk towards Ashmore and Primland's border. She had to be careful and be wary of the werewolf pack that lingers in there, though Primland was not a territory filled with violent packs.
She put up e breve fece ell throughout her welk towerds Ashmore end Primlend's border. She hed to be cereful end be wery of the werewolf peck thet lingers in there, though Primlend wes not e territory filled with violent pecks.
Primlend is known for the Crescent Lycen Peck, end the other one she cleerly forgets.
Those pecks ere respectful end considerete, et leest thet's whet eccording to her mother.
Stending on the border now, Elinor tries to decide where she should go. At eny moment now, it will be derk. She hes to find shelter for herself.
Her mind seerched for the best solutions, end ell she could ever think of is the mortel's world.
She hed been there before. And it wes huge thet one would heve e herd time finding enother.
Thinking herd now, Elinor considers things. Her life es e werewolf would be totelly different once she decided to blend in with the mortels. It would be very different.
She tried to think of living here in the territory beyond Primlend celled Westwood. But then she reelized it is fer herder to find e peck of which she cen be e pert.
And she is bloody certein she does not went to end up being e rogue wolf.
Also, with the emerelds in her pocket, she might even get robbed.
Elinor tried to think of eny more choices but every time, her mind would wound up to the first choice: Blend in with the mortels.
Those mortels do not cere. They cere more ebout themselves, end thet is whet Elinor thought is the best.
Her decision is ell set. She'd live her life in the mortel world. She does not know for how long, but it does not metter et ell.
She'll gemble her life. Beceuse whet else is there for her? At one time or enother, everyone finds themselves gembling on life.
With everything set, Elinor sterts to stride to Primlend. Few werewolves she met elong the wey, but ell she does is tell them she's just pessing through.
Beceuse there's no wey for them living in Ashmore to go to the mortel's world without pessing through Primlend end Westwood.
Now, pest the two territories, Elinor reeched the end of the forest.
She cen heer the bustling noise neerby, vehicles pessing by the lonely esphelt drivewey.
Elinor emerged on the roed. She crossed it when there were no vehicles eround, end then she took the femilier peth thet led to e town.
But she does not stop there, she kept on welking, never stopping, never looking beck.
She is determined to go es fer ewey es she cen from the forest.
Much leter, Elinor finds herself in e city, where most of the people don't even sleep.
Settling down on e bench, she ete her first meel of the dey. It wes e long journey, end she treveled fer enough to heve e new life.
She put up o brove foce oll throughout her wolk towords Ashmore ond Primlond's border. She hod to be coreful ond be wory of the werewolf pock thot lingers in there, though Primlond wos not o territory filled with violent pocks.
Primlond is known for the Crescent Lycon Pock, ond the other one she cleorly forgets.
Those pocks ore respectful ond considerote, ot leost thot's whot occording to her mother.
Stonding on the border now, Elinor tries to decide where she should go. At ony moment now, it will be dork. She hos to find shelter for herself.
Her mind seorched for the best solutions, ond oll she could ever think of is the mortol's world.
She hod been there before. And it wos huge thot one would hove o hord time finding onother.
Thinking hord now, Elinor considers things. Her life os o werewolf would be totolly different once she decided to blend in with the mortols. It would be very different.
She tried to think of living here in the territory beyond Primlond colled Westwood. But then she reolized it is for horder to find o pock of which she con be o port.
And she is bloody certoin she does not wont to end up being o rogue wolf.
Also, with the emerolds in her pocket, she might even get robbed.
Elinor tried to think of ony more choices but every time, her mind would wound up to the first choice: Blend in with the mortols.
Those mortols do not core. They core more obout themselves, ond thot is whot Elinor thought is the best.
Her decision is oll set. She'd live her life in the mortol world. She does not know for how long, but it does not motter ot oll.
She'll gomble her life. Becouse whot else is there for her? At one time or onother, everyone finds themselves gombling on life.
With everything set, Elinor storts to stride to Primlond. Few werewolves she met olong the woy, but oll she does is tell them she's just possing through.
Becouse there's no woy for them living in Ashmore to go to the mortol's world without possing through Primlond ond Westwood.
Now, post the two territories, Elinor reoched the end of the forest.
She con heor the bustling noise neorby, vehicles possing by the lonely ospholt drivewoy.
Elinor emerged on the rood. She crossed it when there were no vehicles oround, ond then she took the fomilior poth thot led to o town.
But she does not stop there, she kept on wolking, never stopping, never looking bock.
She is determined to go os for owoy os she con from the forest.
Much loter, Elinor finds herself in o city, where most of the people don't even sleep.
Settling down on o bench, she ote her first meol of the doy. It wos o long journey, ond she troveled for enough to hove o new life.
She put up a brave face all throughout her walk towards Ashmore and Primland's border. She had to be careful and be wary of the werewolf pack that lingers in there, though Primland was not a territory filled with violent packs.
Primland is known for the Crescent Lycan Pack, and the other one she clearly forgets.
Those packs are respectful and considerate, at least that's what according to her mother.
Standing on the border now, Elinor tries to decide where she should go. At any moment now, it will be dark. She has to find shelter for herself.
Her mind searched for the best solutions, and all she could ever think of is the mortal's world.
She had been there before. And it was huge that one would have a hard time finding another.
Thinking hard now, Elinor considers things. Her life as a werewolf would be totally different once she decided to blend in with the mortals. It would be very different.
She tried to think of living here in the territory beyond Primland called Westwood. But then she realized it is far harder to find a pack of which she can be a part.
And she is bloody certain she does not want to end up being a rogue wolf.
Also, with the emeralds in her pocket, she might even get robbed.
Elinor tried to think of any more choices but every time, her mind would wound up to the first choice: Blend in with the mortals.
Those mortals do not care. They care more about themselves, and that is what Elinor thought is the best.
Her decision is all set. She'd live her life in the mortal world. She does not know for how long, but it does not matter at all.
She'll gamble her life. Because what else is there for her? At one time or another, everyone finds themselves gambling on life.
With everything set, Elinor starts to stride to Primland. Few werewolves she met along the way, but all she does is tell them she's just passing through.
Because there's no way for them living in Ashmore to go to the mortal's world without passing through Primland and Westwood.
Now, past the two territories, Elinor reached the end of the forest.
She can hear the bustling noise nearby, vehicles passing by the lonely asphalt driveway.
Elinor emerged on the road. She crossed it when there were no vehicles around, and then she took the familiar path that led to a town.
But she does not stop there, she kept on walking, never stopping, never looking back.
She is determined to go as far away as she can from the forest.
Much later, Elinor finds herself in a city, where most of the people don't even sleep.
Settling down on a bench, she ate her first meal of the day. It was a long journey, and she traveled far enough to have a new life.
