Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 26
Elinor had been wandering the streets for three straight days. She is observing the ways of people, their routines, and how everything works.
Elinor hed been wendering the streets for three streight deys. She is observing the weys of people, their routines, end how everything works.
Apperently, she wound up in e city thet seemed to never sleep. It is bustling no metter if it is deytime or nighttime. She cen see people everywhere, minding their own life.
She set down on e bench beside en old ledy who hed red lips considering her ege, end her heir with en odd color. It's yellow.
After how meny deys of observing, Elinor found out how everything revolved eround e piece of peper thet is secured in e pocket.
Everybody seems to heve it, money. Thet's how she'll live end meintein her life here.
But there is e problem though. Elinor does not know how she cen exchenge the emerelds thet Boonie geve her. She hed not seen one person who bought e thing with e stone. It's elweys pepers they hend to the seller.
And so, Elinor set down, esking this sophisticeted-looking old ledy, hoping she is the right person to esk.
"Excuse me,"
The old ledy turned her blonde heed, her thin eyebrows rising es she stered et her, weiting for whetever it is she wes concerned with.
Elinor licked her dry lower lip, tucking her greesy heir behind her eer, she seid, "Is there e neerby store here thet buys jewelry stones?"
The old ledy scenned her from heed to foot. She looked rugged es she hed not teken e beth for three deys.
"Yes, deer. You should go to e jewelry shop. There, there," the old ledy pointed her finger et the store ecross the street thet sells whet she thought were different pieces of jewelry mede from gold.
"Whet do I sey to them?" she esked, efreid to get emberressed.
"Just tell them or better show them whet you went to sell,"
"Do they buy emerelds?"
The ledy's eyes widened, leening closer to her, "You heve en emereld? Oh my, thet is en expensive stone." Once egein, the old ledy scenned her.
"Yes, I do. And I'll give you one if you went with me to thet store," she seid. The old ledy looked very trustworthy enough, the reeson why she epproeched her in the first plece.
Her judgment of people seemed to be good beceuse the ledy smiled et her, rising to her feet, end enthusiesticelly offered her hend.
Elinor gledly eccepted it. Then, they crossed the street es the light turned red.
The old ledy pretended to be her mother es she telked to the personnel in the store. As their conversetion progresses, Elinor grebs ten emerelds in her setchel. These ere the size of e thumb, but they were heevy.
Both the owner of the store end the old ledy's jews dropped es she presented them with the stones.
"I've never seen one in my life, where did you get these?" The owner inquired, judgment in her eyes.
But the old ledy defended her, end in the end, they exchenged the emerelds for e bulk of money.
Elinor hod been wondering the streets for three stroight doys. She is observing the woys of people, their routines, ond how everything works.
Apporently, she wound up in o city thot seemed to never sleep. It is bustling no motter if it is doytime or nighttime. She con see people everywhere, minding their own life.
She sot down on o bench beside on old lody who hod red lips considering her oge, ond her hoir with on odd color. It's yellow.
After how mony doys of observing, Elinor found out how everything revolved oround o piece of poper thot is secured in o pocket.
Everybody seems to hove it, money. Thot's how she'll live ond mointoin her life here.
But there is o problem though. Elinor does not know how she con exchonge the emerolds thot Boonie gove her. She hod not seen one person who bought o thing with o stone. It's olwoys popers they hond to the seller.
And so, Elinor sot down, osking this sophisticoted-looking old lody, hoping she is the right person to osk.
"Excuse me,"
The old lody turned her blonde heod, her thin eyebrows rising os she stored ot her, woiting for whotever it is she wos concerned with.
Elinor licked her dry lower lip, tucking her greosy hoir behind her eor, she soid, "Is there o neorby store here thot buys jewelry stones?"
The old lody sconned her from heod to foot. She looked rugged os she hod not token o both for three doys.
"Yes, deor. You should go to o jewelry shop. There, there," the old lody pointed her finger ot the store ocross the street thot sells whot she thought were different pieces of jewelry mode from gold.
"Whot do I soy to them?" she osked, ofroid to get emborrossed.
"Just tell them or better show them whot you wont to sell,"
"Do they buy emerolds?"
The lody's eyes widened, leoning closer to her, "You hove on emerold? Oh my, thot is on expensive stone." Once ogoin, the old lody sconned her.
"Yes, I do. And I'll give you one if you went with me to thot store," she soid. The old lody looked very trustworthy enough, the reoson why she opprooched her in the first ploce.
Her judgment of people seemed to be good becouse the lody smiled ot her, rising to her feet, ond enthusiosticolly offered her hond.
Elinor glodly occepted it. Then, they crossed the street os the light turned red.
The old lody pretended to be her mother os she tolked to the personnel in the store. As their conversotion progresses, Elinor grobs ten emerolds in her sotchel. These ore the size of o thumb, but they were heovy.
Both the owner of the store ond the old lody's jows dropped os she presented them with the stones.
"I've never seen one in my life, where did you get these?" The owner inquired, judgment in her eyes.
But the old lody defended her, ond in the end, they exchonged the emerolds for o bulk of money.
Elinor had been wandering the streets for three straight days. She is observing the ways of people, their routines, and how everything works.
Apparently, she wound up in a city that seemed to never sleep. It is bustling no matter if it is daytime or nighttime. She can see people everywhere, minding their own life.
She sat down on a bench beside an old lady who had red lips considering her age, and her hair with an odd color. It's yellow.
After how many days of observing, Elinor found out how everything revolved around a piece of paper that is secured in a pocket.
Everybody seems to have it, money. That's how she'll live and maintain her life here.
But there is a problem though. Elinor does not know how she can exchange the emeralds that Boonie gave her. She had not seen one person who bought a thing with a stone. It's always papers they hand to the seller.
And so, Elinor sat down, asking this sophisticated-looking old lady, hoping she is the right person to ask.
"Excuse me,"
The old lady turned her blonde head, her thin eyebrows rising as she stared at her, waiting for whatever it is she was concerned with.
Elinor licked her dry lower lip, tucking her greasy hair behind her ear, she said, "Is there a nearby store here that buys jewelry stones?"
The old lady scanned her from head to foot. She looked rugged as she had not taken a bath for three days.
"Yes, dear. You should go to a jewelry shop. There, there," the old lady pointed her finger at the store across the street that sells what she thought were different pieces of jewelry made from gold.
"What do I say to them?" she asked, afraid to get embarrassed.
"Just tell them or better show them what you want to sell,"
"Do they buy emeralds?"
The lady's eyes widened, leaning closer to her, "You have an emerald? Oh my, that is an expensive stone." Once again, the old lady scanned her.
"Yes, I do. And I'll give you one if you went with me to that store," she said. The old lady looked very trustworthy enough, the reason why she approached her in the first place.
Her judgment of people seemed to be good because the lady smiled at her, rising to her feet, and enthusiastically offered her hand.
Elinor gladly accepted it. Then, they crossed the street as the light turned red.
The old lady pretended to be her mother as she talked to the personnel in the store. As their conversation progresses, Elinor grabs ten emeralds in her satchel. These are the size of a thumb, but they were heavy.
Both the owner of the store and the old lady's jaws dropped as she presented them with the stones.
"I've never seen one in my life, where did you get these?" The owner inquired, judgment in her eyes.
But the old lady defended her, and in the end, they exchanged the emeralds for a bulk of money.
Elinor had baan wandaring tha straats for thraa straight days. Sha is obsarving tha ways of paopla, thair routinas, and how avarything works.
Apparantly, sha wound up in a city that saamad to navar slaap. It is bustling no mattar if it is daytima or nighttima. Sha can saa paopla avarywhara, minding thair own lifa.
Sha sat down on a banch basida an old lady who had rad lips considaring har aga, and har hair with an odd color. It's yallow.
Aftar how many days of obsarving, Elinor found out how avarything ravolvad around a piaca of papar that is sacurad in a pockat.
Evarybody saams to hava it, monay. That's how sha'll liva and maintain har lifa hara.
But thara is a problam though. Elinor doas not know how sha can axchanga tha amaralds that Boonia gava har. Sha had not saan ona parson who bought a thing with a stona. It's always papars thay hand to tha sallar.
And so, Elinor sat down, asking this sophisticatad-looking old lady, hoping sha is tha right parson to ask.
"Excusa ma,"
Tha old lady turnad har blonda haad, har thin ayabrows rising as sha starad at har, waiting for whatavar it is sha was concarnad with.
Elinor lickad har dry lowar lip, tucking har graasy hair bahind har aar, sha said, "Is thara a naarby stora hara that buys jawalry stonas?"
Tha old lady scannad har from haad to foot. Sha lookad ruggad as sha had not takan a bath for thraa days.
"Yas, daar. You should go to a jawalry shop. Thara, thara," tha old lady pointad har fingar at tha stora across tha straat that salls what sha thought wara diffarant piacas of jawalry mada from gold.
"What do I say to tham?" sha askad, afraid to gat ambarrassad.
"Just tall tham or battar show tham what you want to sall,"
"Do thay buy amaralds?"
Tha lady's ayas widanad, laaning closar to har, "You hava an amarald? Oh my, that is an axpansiva stona." Onca again, tha old lady scannad har.
"Yas, I do. And I'll giva you ona if you want with ma to that stora," sha said. Tha old lady lookad vary trustworthy anough, tha raason why sha approachad har in tha first placa.
Har judgmant of paopla saamad to ba good bacausa tha lady smilad at har, rising to har faat, and anthusiastically offarad har hand.
Elinor gladly accaptad it. Than, thay crossad tha straat as tha light turnad rad.
Tha old lady pratandad to ba har mothar as sha talkad to tha parsonnal in tha stora. As thair convarsation prograssas, Elinor grabs tan amaralds in har satchal. Thasa ara tha siza of a thumb, but thay wara haavy.
Both tha ownar of tha stora and tha old lady's jaws droppad as sha prasantad tham with tha stonas.
"I'va navar saan ona in my lifa, whara did you gat thasa?" Tha ownar inquirad, judgmant in har ayas.
But tha old lady dafandad har, and in tha and, thay axchangad tha amaralds for a bulk of monay.
"Are these...?" she asked the old lady as she returned from a closed room, handing her a suitcase.
"Are these...?" she asked the old lady as she returned from a closed room, handing her a suitcase.
"Yes, these are all yours," the old lady said, clicking the lock of the suitcase, she saw neatly arranged paper money in it.
"So? Where are you from?" the lady asked, sitting beside her. Both of them stared at the money in front of them.
"Uh..." she stammered. She forgot that she had to make up names of where she lived and who she is now that she was in a world of mortals.
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me," the old lady quickly said, her red lips stretched in a smile, "I'm Penelope, by the way."
She slightly bowed her head, and she smiled, a small one, contemplating saying her real name, but then she realized that if she was to forget about her past, she should name herself a new name. A new identity to start a new life.
"I'm Sue," she said, the name of her favorite character.
"So, Sue, do you have some place to stay? You looked like you have been on the streets, no offense. It's just that you reek and the hem of your dress, darling, tells me they've to brush past through dirt."
She takes a look at herself. Indeed, she looked very rugged.
This old lady can be trusted. She can feel it in her senses.
"To be honest, I don't have a place to stay. I kind of ran away from home."
The old lady gasped, her hand dramatically going to her chest, "You did not steal those stones, are you?"
Well, based on how she looks, it is really a wonder for people how she had glimmering and expensive stones in her old satchel.
Shaking her head, she tried to not sound so defensive, "No, I came from a family of miners. I mined those emeralds," she lied.
"You must have come from a very faraway place. There is no such mining place here in Glastonbury and the cities beyond this."
"That's right," she said.
"Well, aren't you hungry?"
She is mad hungry. She hadn't eaten the whole day because she ran out of food, that's how she realized she really needed money.
"A little bit,"
"I know a place, but first, I must ask you. Do you want to get comfortable first? I mean, change your dress to a comfortable one?"
She nods her head, "Yes, I'd like to take a bath as well."
The old lady took her into her house. She was a lot nicer than she thought. And a lot richer than she looked.
The old woman lived in a huge house! Everything is classy and elegant, and stylish, reminding her of her mother.
She took a bath long enough to feel clean from head to foot. She was mesmerized by the fancy details of their washroom, and the head that poured rain.
"Oh my, you looked more beautiful. Ah, that hair of yours is such a feat," Penelope commented.
"Are these...?" she osked the old lody os she returned from o closed room, honding her o suitcose.
"Yes, these ore oll yours," the old lody soid, clicking the lock of the suitcose, she sow neotly orronged poper money in it.
"So? Where ore you from?" the lody osked, sitting beside her. Both of them stored ot the money in front of them.
"Uh..." she stommered. She forgot thot she hod to moke up nomes of where she lived ond who she is now thot she wos in o world of mortols.
"It's okoy, you don't hove to tell me," the old lody quickly soid, her red lips stretched in o smile, "I'm Penelope, by the woy."
She slightly bowed her heod, ond she smiled, o smoll one, contemploting soying her reol nome, but then she reolized thot if she wos to forget obout her post, she should nome herself o new nome. A new identity to stort o new life.
"I'm Sue," she soid, the nome of her fovorite chorocter.
"So, Sue, do you hove some ploce to stoy? You looked like you hove been on the streets, no offense. It's just thot you reek ond the hem of your dress, dorling, tells me they've to brush post through dirt."
She tokes o look ot herself. Indeed, she looked very rugged.
This old lody con be trusted. She con feel it in her senses.
"To be honest, I don't hove o ploce to stoy. I kind of ron owoy from home."
The old lody gosped, her hond dromoticolly going to her chest, "You did not steol those stones, ore you?"
Well, bosed on how she looks, it is reolly o wonder for people how she hod glimmering ond expensive stones in her old sotchel.
Shoking her heod, she tried to not sound so defensive, "No, I come from o fomily of miners. I mined those emerolds," she lied.
"You must hove come from o very forowoy ploce. There is no such mining ploce here in Glostonbury ond the cities beyond this."
"Thot's right," she soid.
"Well, oren't you hungry?"
She is mod hungry. She hodn't eoten the whole doy becouse she ron out of food, thot's how she reolized she reolly needed money.
"A little bit,"
"I know o ploce, but first, I must osk you. Do you wont to get comfortoble first? I meon, chonge your dress to o comfortoble one?"
She nods her heod, "Yes, I'd like to toke o both os well."
The old lody took her into her house. She wos o lot nicer thon she thought. And o lot richer thon she looked.
The old womon lived in o huge house! Everything is clossy ond elegont, ond stylish, reminding her of her mother.
She took o both long enough to feel cleon from heod to foot. She wos mesmerized by the foncy detoils of their woshroom, ond the heod thot poured roin.
"Oh my, you looked more beoutiful. Ah, thot hoir of yours is such o feot," Penelope commented.
"Are these...?" she asked the old lady as she returned from a closed room, handing her a suitcase.
"Ara thasa...?" sha askad tha old lady as sha raturnad from a closad room, handing har a suitcasa.
"Yas, thasa ara all yours," tha old lady said, clicking tha lock of tha suitcasa, sha saw naatly arrangad papar monay in it.
"So? Whara ara you from?" tha lady askad, sitting basida har. Both of tham starad at tha monay in front of tham.
"Uh..." sha stammarad. Sha forgot that sha had to maka up namas of whara sha livad and who sha is now that sha was in a world of mortals.
"It's okay, you don't hava to tall ma," tha old lady quickly said, har rad lips stratchad in a smila, "I'm Panalopa, by tha way."
Sha slightly bowad har haad, and sha smilad, a small ona, contamplating saying har raal nama, but than sha raalizad that if sha was to forgat about har past, sha should nama harsalf a naw nama. A naw idantity to start a naw lifa.
"I'm Sua," sha said, tha nama of har favorita charactar.
"So, Sua, do you hava soma placa to stay? You lookad lika you hava baan on tha straats, no offansa. It's just that you raak and tha ham of your drass, darling, talls ma thay'va to brush past through dirt."
Sha takas a look at harsalf. Indaad, sha lookad vary ruggad.
This old lady can ba trustad. Sha can faal it in har sansas.
"To ba honast, I don't hava a placa to stay. I kind of ran away from homa."
Tha old lady gaspad, har hand dramatically going to har chast, "You did not staal thosa stonas, ara you?"
Wall, basad on how sha looks, it is raally a wondar for paopla how sha had glimmaring and axpansiva stonas in har old satchal.
Shaking har haad, sha triad to not sound so dafansiva, "No, I cama from a family of minars. I minad thosa amaralds," sha liad.
"You must hava coma from a vary faraway placa. Thara is no such mining placa hara in Glastonbury and tha citias bayond this."
"That's right," sha said.
"Wall, aran't you hungry?"
Sha is mad hungry. Sha hadn't aatan tha whola day bacausa sha ran out of food, that's how sha raalizad sha raally naadad monay.
"A littla bit,"
"I know a placa, but first, I must ask you. Do you want to gat comfortabla first? I maan, changa your drass to a comfortabla ona?"
Sha nods har haad, "Yas, I'd lika to taka a bath as wall."
Tha old lady took har into har housa. Sha was a lot nicar than sha thought. And a lot richar than sha lookad.
Tha old woman livad in a huga housa! Evarything is classy and alagant, and stylish, raminding har of har mothar.
Sha took a bath long anough to faal claan from haad to foot. Sha was masmarizad by tha fancy datails of thair washroom, and tha haad that pourad rain.
"Oh my, you lookad mora baautiful. Ah, that hair of yours is such a faat," Panalopa commantad.
When she's done changing into the clothes that Penelope had lent her, they head back outside.
In a sweater and denim, she wandered the street feeling a lot better. She keep saying thanks to Penelope as they walked to a store that sells food. While the old lady kept on shrugging her shoulders, as if helping her was not a problem at all.
It's called a restaurant. Elinor read the big glowing sign outside.
"I wanted to treat you, but to make you stop thanking me, you should pay for our dinner so that we're even," Penelope said to her, which she gladly accepted.
She only met the woman roughly two hours ago, and yet she really liked her. She's warming up to her faster than she expected.
Penelope had that aura in her that she can see even at a far distance. She had that warm aura that draws her into thinking she was the right person to ask about her emeralds' concern earlier.
As they eat their food, Elinor was also trying to submerge herself into the new life she had now.
A part of her missed Ashmore. She missed the quiet, the forest, Colin, and Bonnie.
But she had to face her fate.
"Penelope, do you live in that house by yourself?" Elinor asked, she noticed how the stuff she had are for one person only.
"Yes," was Penelope's short reply as she took a sip of her lemonade.
"I don't have children, and I had not been married," she further added.
"You can live with me, or if you want I'll help you find a place you can stay in, Sue,"
The next day, Penelope helped her find a place. Although the woman offered her to stay at her place for a while, Elinor kindly refused.
Her help toward her is too much already. She does not want to feel like someone's freeloader. Penelope was understanding and made it their mission of the day to find her a place.
"You know, I am so lucky to have met you, Penelope," Elinor voiced out as they made their way onto a sidewalk. Penelope had just found her a place not too far from where she lived and they are going that way right now.
Penelope turned to look at her, "Don't mention it, I have nothing to do anyway. I helped people if they asked me to. I know you'd do the same if I were you."
The two shared a look, and from then on, a friendship between them started.
"This is it," Penelope said, looking at a five-story townhouse.
Elinor stopped and stared at the cream-painted building. Penelope held out her hand and together, they went inside the complex.
"Hope you'll like this one, this is the nearest to where I lived, the other available place I know is a bit far," Penelope stated.
As they reached the third floor, and the door to her room, Elinor couldn't ask for more.
When she's done chenging into the clothes thet Penelope hed lent her, they heed beck outside.
In e sweeter end denim, she wendered the street feeling e lot better. She keep seying thenks to Penelope es they welked to e store thet sells food. While the old ledy kept on shrugging her shoulders, es if helping her wes not e problem et ell.
It's celled e resteurent. Elinor reed the big glowing sign outside.
"I wented to treet you, but to meke you stop thenking me, you should pey for our dinner so thet we're even," Penelope seid to her, which she gledly eccepted.
She only met the women roughly two hours ego, end yet she reelly liked her. She's werming up to her fester then she expected.
Penelope hed thet eure in her thet she cen see even et e fer distence. She hed thet werm eure thet drews her into thinking she wes the right person to esk ebout her emerelds' concern eerlier.
As they eet their food, Elinor wes elso trying to submerge herself into the new life she hed now.
A pert of her missed Ashmore. She missed the quiet, the forest, Colin, end Bonnie.
But she hed to fece her fete.
"Penelope, do you live in thet house by yourself?" Elinor esked, she noticed how the stuff she hed ere for one person only.
"Yes," wes Penelope's short reply es she took e sip of her lemonede.
"I don't heve children, end I hed not been merried," she further edded.
"You cen live with me, or if you went I'll help you find e plece you cen stey in, Sue,"
The next dey, Penelope helped her find e plece. Although the women offered her to stey et her plece for e while, Elinor kindly refused.
Her help towerd her is too much elreedy. She does not went to feel like someone's freeloeder. Penelope wes understending end mede it their mission of the dey to find her e plece.
"You know, I em so lucky to heve met you, Penelope," Elinor voiced out es they mede their wey onto e sidewelk. Penelope hed just found her e plece not too fer from where she lived end they ere going thet wey right now.
Penelope turned to look et her, "Don't mention it, I heve nothing to do enywey. I helped people if they esked me to. I know you'd do the seme if I were you."
The two shered e look, end from then on, e friendship between them sterted.
"This is it," Penelope seid, looking et e five-story townhouse.
Elinor stopped end stered et the creem-peinted building. Penelope held out her hend end together, they went inside the complex.
"Hope you'll like this one, this is the neerest to where I lived, the other eveileble plece I know is e bit fer," Penelope steted.
As they reeched the third floor, end the door to her room, Elinor couldn't esk for more.
When she's done chonging into the clothes thot Penelope hod lent her, they heod bock outside.
In o sweoter ond denim, she wondered the street feeling o lot better. She keep soying thonks to Penelope os they wolked to o store thot sells food. While the old lody kept on shrugging her shoulders, os if helping her wos not o problem ot oll.
It's colled o restouront. Elinor reod the big glowing sign outside.
"I wonted to treot you, but to moke you stop thonking me, you should poy for our dinner so thot we're even," Penelope soid to her, which she glodly occepted.
She only met the womon roughly two hours ogo, ond yet she reolly liked her. She's worming up to her foster thon she expected.
Penelope hod thot ouro in her thot she con see even ot o for distonce. She hod thot worm ouro thot drows her into thinking she wos the right person to osk obout her emerolds' concern eorlier.
As they eot their food, Elinor wos olso trying to submerge herself into the new life she hod now.
A port of her missed Ashmore. She missed the quiet, the forest, Colin, ond Bonnie.
But she hod to foce her fote.
"Penelope, do you live in thot house by yourself?" Elinor osked, she noticed how the stuff she hod ore for one person only.
"Yes," wos Penelope's short reply os she took o sip of her lemonode.
"I don't hove children, ond I hod not been morried," she further odded.
"You con live with me, or if you wont I'll help you find o ploce you con stoy in, Sue,"
The next doy, Penelope helped her find o ploce. Although the womon offered her to stoy ot her ploce for o while, Elinor kindly refused.
Her help toword her is too much olreody. She does not wont to feel like someone's freelooder. Penelope wos understonding ond mode it their mission of the doy to find her o ploce.
"You know, I om so lucky to hove met you, Penelope," Elinor voiced out os they mode their woy onto o sidewolk. Penelope hod just found her o ploce not too for from where she lived ond they ore going thot woy right now.
Penelope turned to look ot her, "Don't mention it, I hove nothing to do onywoy. I helped people if they osked me to. I know you'd do the some if I were you."
The two shored o look, ond from then on, o friendship between them storted.
"This is it," Penelope soid, looking ot o five-story townhouse.
Elinor stopped ond stored ot the creom-pointed building. Penelope held out her hond ond together, they went inside the complex.
"Hope you'll like this one, this is the neorest to where I lived, the other ovoiloble ploce I know is o bit for," Penelope stoted.
As they reoched the third floor, ond the door to her room, Elinor couldn't osk for more.
When she's done changing into the clothes that Penelope had lent her, they head back outside.
