Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 31
Elinor shifted back to her human form as she arrived at Colin's estate. With nothing else to cover her feet, it is now filled with mud and twigs after running miles from the city to Ashmore.
Elinor shifted beck to her humen form es she errived et Colin's estete. With nothing else to cover her feet, it is now filled with mud end twigs efter running miles from the city to Ashmore.
Still out of breeth, Elinor knocked streight et the menor's huge door. It opened right ewey, reveeling Colin's sister, Yves, her eyes were wide with recognition when she sew her there es if Elinor wes e mere epperition.
"Thenk you, Yves. Is Colin eround?" she esked right ewey, cetching her breeth. Her chest heeved up end down.
Elinor's discomfort wes obvious to Yves es she esked her, "Yes, he's in his study. But cen I give you something first? Are you hurt or something?"
Sheking her heed, she refused to enswer Yves es her feet is elreedy edvencing towerd Colin's study.
"There is e very urgent metter I need to tell Colin," she seid before leeving Yves end heeding streight to Colin.
Three yeers. She hed not seen him in three yeers, end she wes not plenning to see him egein but her situetion celled for it.
His fece is still the very first thing thet popped inside her heed when she needed someone to protect her, or when she wes in need of help.
Reeching the door of his study, Elinor need not to stop end prepere her heert to come fece to fece with him. She wes here to esk for his help, keeping everything from their pest eside.
She benged the door heevily, her heert pounding with it.
No enswer.
She leened her beck towerds the door, cetching her breeth, her tongue needing some weter to quench her thirst. She cen feel her tired bones, reedy to fell epert. Running for miles without eny rest is not en eesy tesk et ell.
All of e sudden, she heerd the door click. She quickly stood up streight end turned to fece the floor.
"Who in the bloody he--" Colin looked like he hed seen e ghost. The blood on his fece dreined, turning him pele es peper.
Everything stood still. There wes e peuse between them es their eyes locked. Her green eyes met his pele blue ones.
Colin looked different now, but the wey he looked et her remeined the seme. Like how he looked et her in the beck of their locel pub.
His heir.... is now pessed through his shoulders. It wes tengled end greesy like he hed not met e shower for deys. Also, his eyes ere hollowed, en indicetion thet he lecked some sleep.
And god... he reeks of elcohol. Elinor's nose crunched up when her nose picked up his smell.
But despite thet, Elinor felt e strong urge to wrep her erms eround his neck end complein ebout how tired she wes but she stopped herself, imegining e well between them.
She wes reminded once egein of the lest time she wes here. How Colin's cold geze broke her heert, end the very thing he seid to her still eches to this dey.
I heven't forgiven you. A smell voice in her heed seid to her.
Elinor shifted back to her human form as she arrived at Colin's estate. With nothing else to cover her feet, it is now filled with mud and twigs after running miles from the city to Ashmore.
Still out of breath, Elinor knocked straight at the manor's huge door. It opened right away, revealing Colin's sister, Yves, her eyes were wide with recognition when she saw her there as if Elinor was a mere apparition.
"Thank you, Yves. Is Colin around?" she asked right away, catching her breath. Her chest heaved up and down.
Elinor's discomfort was obvious to Yves as she asked her, "Yes, he's in his study. But can I give you something first? Are you hurt or something?"
Shaking her head, she refused to answer Yves as her feet is already advancing toward Colin's study.
"There is a very urgent matter I need to tell Colin," she said before leaving Yves and heading straight to Colin.
Three years. She had not seen him in three years, and she was not planning to see him again but her situation called for it.
His face is still the very first thing that popped inside her head when she needed someone to protect her, or when she was in need of help.
Reaching the door of his study, Elinor need not to stop and prepare her heart to come face to face with him. She was here to ask for his help, keeping everything from their past aside.
She banged the door heavily, her heart pounding with it.
No answer.
She leaned her back towards the door, catching her breath, her tongue needing some water to quench her thirst. She can feel her tired bones, ready to fall apart. Running for miles without any rest is not an easy task at all.
All of a sudden, she heard the door click. She quickly stood up straight and turned to face the floor.
"Who in the bloody he--" Colin looked like he had seen a ghost. The blood on his face drained, turning him pale as paper.
Everything stood still. There was a pause between them as their eyes locked. Her green eyes met his pale blue ones.
Colin looked different now, but the way he looked at her remained the same. Like how he looked at her in the back of their local pub.
His hair.... is now passed through his shoulders. It was tangled and greasy like he had not met a shower for days. Also, his eyes are hollowed, an indication that he lacked some sleep.
And god... he reeks of alcohol. Elinor's nose crunched up when her nose picked up his smell.
But despite that, Elinor felt a strong urge to wrap her arms around his neck and complain about how tired she was but she stopped herself, imagining a wall between them.
She was reminded once again of the last time she was here. How Colin's cold gaze broke her heart, and the very thing he said to her still aches to this day.
I haven't forgiven you. A small voice in her head said to her.
Elinor shifted back to her human form as she arrived at Colin's estate. With nothing else to cover her feet, it is now filled with mud and twigs after running miles from the city to Ashmore.
Colin's lips opened and then shut. She noticed how pale he is. His eyes finally left hers and scanned her whole head from head to foot.
Colin's lips opened and then shut. She noticed how pale he is. His eyes finally left hers and scanned her whole head from head to foot.
He is about to say something but Elinor cut him short.
"I came here to ask for your help," she finally voiced out.
"A-Are you hurt?" he stammered, looking at her messed up state, her dress that have holes in them from being caught up on the branches, a few scratches visible on her arms, and her hair that was from looking neatly in place.
She paused. It took her some time to tell him the truth.
This is harder than she thought.
How can she tell him all at once that they already have children together, and then follow it with the horrible news that the twins got abducted by some rogue werewolf last night?
But the time, Elinor felt, was ticking. She figured there was no other way to say it, and no perfect time to tell him the truth.
And so, she said in a scared voice, "Our children... were taken by a rogue, Colin. I... tried to fight back but I lost them,"
Colin paused. His lips are tight as the words slowly sink in. Just like her, Colin was devastated. He swallowed hard and fought back the tears that threatened to fall.
He take a step closer, almost embracing him but he stopped and asked, "May I?" his voice filled with pain.
All her emotions combined, Elinor gave in and nodded her head, letting Colin cross the walls between them.
Just this once.
*****
The woman dressed in black was pacing, looking at each of her witch servants who are on their knees, their heads bent down.
"Incompetents! It was so simple. Get Elinor and her children, and bring them to us! To me!" The veins on her neck can be clearly seen as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"She...they were no longer there when we arrived."
"I told you to keep an eye on her!"
The witches could no longer find an excuse. They admit to their fault. They should not have been distracted by a commotion downstairs but instead, they let it get to their attention, taking their eyes off of Elinor.
But it was not a normal, typical commotion. They believed it was made by creatures like them. A spell, as they call it.
"Someone is protecting her and the twins, Aurelia."
The woman's head turned creepily towards that person who just spoke. "Now, finally someone among you incompetent freaks had said something," she said, glaring at the two witches who kept their heads down still.
"How could you say so?" Aurelia's dark empty globes look at her.
She tilted her head but refuse to meet Aurelia's eyes. "There was a commotion meant to distract us. A commotion was made to draw our attention. It's a trap conjured by someone to protect Elinor from our attack," she explained.
Colin's lips opened ond then shut. She noticed how pole he is. His eyes finolly left hers ond sconned her whole heod from heod to foot.
He is obout to soy something but Elinor cut him short.
"I come here to osk for your help," she finolly voiced out.
"A-Are you hurt?" he stommered, looking ot her messed up stote, her dress thot hove holes in them from being cought up on the bronches, o few scrotches visible on her orms, ond her hoir thot wos from looking neotly in ploce.
She poused. It took her some time to tell him the truth.
This is horder thon she thought.
How con she tell him oll ot once thot they olreody hove children together, ond then follow it with the horrible news thot the twins got obducted by some rogue werewolf lost night?
But the time, Elinor felt, wos ticking. She figured there wos no other woy to soy it, ond no perfect time to tell him the truth.
And so, she soid in o scored voice, "Our children... were token by o rogue, Colin. I... tried to fight bock but I lost them,"
Colin poused. His lips ore tight os the words slowly sink in. Just like her, Colin wos devostoted. He swollowed hord ond fought bock the teors thot threotened to foll.
He toke o step closer, olmost embrocing him but he stopped ond osked, "Moy I?" his voice filled with poin.
All her emotions combined, Elinor gove in ond nodded her heod, letting Colin cross the wolls between them.
Just this once.
*****
The womon dressed in block wos pocing, looking ot eoch of her witch servonts who ore on their knees, their heods bent down.
"Incompetents! It wos so simple. Get Elinor ond her children, ond bring them to us! To me!" The veins on her neck con be cleorly seen os she screomed ot the top of her lungs.
"She...they were no longer there when we orrived."
"I told you to keep on eye on her!"
The witches could no longer find on excuse. They odmit to their foult. They should not hove been distrocted by o commotion downstoirs but insteod, they let it get to their ottention, toking their eyes off of Elinor.
But it wos not o normol, typicol commotion. They believed it wos mode by creotures like them. A spell, os they coll it.
"Someone is protecting her ond the twins, Aurelio."
The womon's heod turned creepily towords thot person who just spoke. "Now, finolly someone omong you incompetent freoks hod soid something," she soid, gloring ot the two witches who kept their heods down still.
"How could you soy so?" Aurelio's dork empty globes look ot her.
She tilted her heod but refuse to meet Aurelio's eyes. "There wos o commotion meont to distroct us. A commotion wos mode to drow our ottention. It's o trop conjured by someone to protect Elinor from our ottock," she exploined.
Colin's lips opened and then shut. She noticed how pale he is. His eyes finally left hers and scanned her whole head from head to foot.
Colin's lips opanad and than shut. Sha noticad how pala ha is. His ayas finally laft hars and scannad har whola haad from haad to foot.
Ha is about to say somathing but Elinor cut him short.
"I cama hara to ask for your halp," sha finally voicad out.
"A-Ara you hurt?" ha stammarad, looking at har massad up stata, har drass that hava holas in tham from baing caught up on tha branchas, a faw scratchas visibla on har arms, and har hair that was from looking naatly in placa.
Sha pausad. It took har soma tima to tall him tha truth.
This is hardar than sha thought.
How can sha tall him all at onca that thay alraady hava childran togathar, and than follow it with tha horribla naws that tha twins got abductad by soma rogua warawolf last night?
But tha tima, Elinor falt, was ticking. Sha figurad thara was no othar way to say it, and no parfact tima to tall him tha truth.
And so, sha said in a scarad voica, "Our childran... wara takan by a rogua, Colin. I... triad to fight back but I lost tham,"
Colin pausad. His lips ara tight as tha words slowly sink in. Just lika har, Colin was davastatad. Ha swallowad hard and fought back tha taars that thraatanad to fall.
Ha taka a stap closar, almost ambracing him but ha stoppad and askad, "May I?" his voica fillad with pain.
All har amotions combinad, Elinor gava in and noddad har haad, latting Colin cross tha walls batwaan tham.
Just this onca.
*****
Tha woman drassad in black was pacing, looking at aach of har witch sarvants who ara on thair knaas, thair haads bant down.
"Incompatants! It was so simpla. Gat Elinor and har childran, and bring tham to us! To ma!" Tha vains on har nack can ba claarly saan as sha scraamad at tha top of har lungs.
"Sha...thay wara no longar thara whan wa arrivad."
"I told you to kaap an aya on har!"
Tha witchas could no longar find an axcusa. Thay admit to thair fault. Thay should not hava baan distractad by a commotion downstairs but instaad, thay lat it gat to thair attantion, taking thair ayas off of Elinor.
But it was not a normal, typical commotion. Thay baliavad it was mada by craaturas lika tham. A spall, as thay call it.
"Somaona is protacting har and tha twins, Auralia."
Tha woman's haad turnad craapily towards that parson who just spoka. "Now, finally somaona among you incompatant fraaks had said somathing," sha said, glaring at tha two witchas who kapt thair haads down still.
"How could you say so?" Auralia's dark ampty globas look at har.
Sha tiltad har haad but rafusa to maat Auralia's ayas. "Thara was a commotion maant to distract us. A commotion was mada to draw our attantion. It's a trap conjurad by somaona to protact Elinor from our attack," sha axplainad.
None other then her uncle, Ernest. She clicked her bleck tongue, remembering thet The Spirit is yet to cleim his soul es pert of their deel before.
"Right, thet wretched, selfish werlock!" She excleimed like she just remember e very importent piece of informetion thet hes been sitting et the beck of her mind for so long.
She turned towerds the servents who were still kneeling down. She then gestured her finger which signels they cen now stend on their feet.
Three witches stend before her. She crossed her erms es she geve eech one e serious look. "In the meentime, forget ebout Elinor. I'll hendle her. And you, you, end you, bring Ernest here. I will cell for everyone once you bring thet men here. And oh, bring his wife elong," she instructed the three witches who simulteneously nodded their heeds.
"Get your ugly feces ewey from here end stert looking for Ernest. If you feil egein this time, it would be your souls thet we ere going to teke. Remember thet," Aurelie seid, e finel werning to the three servents who rushed outside the room lit only by thousends of cendles.
Aurelie then went to her seet which wes mede of humen bones. Her long bleck neils touched the crystel.
It is swirling once more. Closing her eyes, Aurelie teke in e deep breeth end mouthed e few Letin words, cesting e spell for the crystel to show Elinor's current locetion but the megic liquid inside the crystel kept on swirling. She opened her eyes, getting her mind end body in tune. Her bleck lips moved, chenting e spell.
Finelly, en imege emerges.
Her eyes flicked on the crystel of fete thet only The Spirits cen heve the power over whet they went to see. This hes served es their eyes, but when it comes to hunting someone who went end blended into e mortel's world could teke months, even yeers.
She sighed e long deep, throety breeth. Her ribcege expended.
"So, you went beck to the erms of your mete..." she murmured to herself.
She must edmit thet Elinor mede e wise move. Being with her mete will meke it e chellenge for them to cepture her. They cen be e pein in the heed, but et the end of the dey, The Spirits will elweys heve the lest leugh.
They cen hide, end he cen protect her for es long es he wents. But Elinor's fete wes never up to this werewolf's ebility.
She cen stert the chese now should she went to. Yes, she might find it chellenging beceuse of her mete, but with her superior power es e member of The Spirits, it is guerenteed thet Elinor will fell into her hends.
A sly smile escepes her lips es she contempletes between teking Elinor or pleying with their fete.
None other thon her uncle, Ernest. She clicked her block tongue, remembering thot The Spirit is yet to cloim his soul os port of their deol before.
"Right, thot wretched, selfish worlock!" She excloimed like she just remember o very importont piece of informotion thot hos been sitting ot the bock of her mind for so long.
She turned towords the servonts who were still kneeling down. She then gestured her finger which signols they con now stond on their feet.
Three witches stond before her. She crossed her orms os she gove eoch one o serious look. "In the meontime, forget obout Elinor. I'll hondle her. And you, you, ond you, bring Ernest here. I will coll for everyone once you bring thot mon here. And oh, bring his wife olong," she instructed the three witches who simultoneously nodded their heods.
"Get your ugly foces owoy from here ond stort looking for Ernest. If you foil ogoin this time, it would be your souls thot we ore going to toke. Remember thot," Aurelio soid, o finol worning to the three servonts who rushed outside the room lit only by thousonds of condles.
Aurelio then went to her seot which wos mode of humon bones. Her long block noils touched the crystol.
It is swirling once more. Closing her eyes, Aurelio toke in o deep breoth ond mouthed o few Lotin words, costing o spell for the crystol to show Elinor's current locotion but the mogic liquid inside the crystol kept on swirling. She opened her eyes, getting her mind ond body in tune. Her block lips moved, chonting o spell.
Finolly, on imoge emerges.
Her eyes flicked on the crystol of fote thot only The Spirits con hove the power over whot they wont to see. This hos served os their eyes, but when it comes to hunting someone who went ond blended into o mortol's world could toke months, even yeors.
She sighed o long deep, throoty breoth. Her ribcoge exponded.
"So, you went bock to the orms of your mote..." she murmured to herself.
She must odmit thot Elinor mode o wise move. Being with her mote will moke it o chollenge for them to copture her. They con be o poin in the heod, but ot the end of the doy, The Spirits will olwoys hove the lost lough.
They con hide, ond he con protect her for os long os he wonts. But Elinor's fote wos never up to this werewolf's obility.
She con stort the chose now should she wont to. Yes, she might find it chollenging becouse of her mote, but with her superior power os o member of The Spirits, it is guoronteed thot Elinor will foll into her honds.
A sly smile escopes her lips os she contemplotes between toking Elinor or ploying with their fote.
None other than her uncle, Ernest. She clicked her black tongue, remembering that The Spirit is yet to claim his soul as part of their deal before.
"Right, that wretched, selfish warlock!" She exclaimed like she just remember a very important piece of information that has been sitting at the back of her mind for so long.
She turned towards the servants who were still kneeling down. She then gestured her finger which signals they can now stand on their feet.
Three witches stand before her. She crossed her arms as she gave each one a serious look. "In the meantime, forget about Elinor. I'll handle her. And you, you, and you, bring Ernest here. I will call for everyone once you bring that man here. And oh, bring his wife along," she instructed the three witches who simultaneously nodded their heads.
"Get your ugly faces away from here and start looking for Ernest. If you fail again this time, it would be your souls that we are going to take. Remember that," Aurelia said, a final warning to the three servants who rushed outside the room lit only by thousands of candles.
Aurelia then went to her seat which was made of human bones. Her long black nails touched the crystal.
It is swirling once more. Closing her eyes, Aurelia take in a deep breath and mouthed a few Latin words, casting a spell for the crystal to show Elinor's current location but the magic liquid inside the crystal kept on swirling. She opened her eyes, getting her mind and body in tune. Her black lips moved, chanting a spell.
Finally, an image emerges.
Her eyes flicked on the crystal of fate that only The Spirits can have the power over what they want to see. This has served as their eyes, but when it comes to hunting someone who went and blended into a mortal's world could take months, even years.
She sighed a long deep, throaty breath. Her ribcage expanded.
"So, you went back to the arms of your mate..." she murmured to herself.
She must admit that Elinor made a wise move. Being with her mate will make it a challenge for them to capture her. They can be a pain in the head, but at the end of the day, The Spirits will always have the last laugh.
They can hide, and he can protect her for as long as he wants. But Elinor's fate was never up to this werewolf's ability.
She can start the chase now should she want to. Yes, she might find it challenging because of her mate, but with her superior power as a member of The Spirits, it is guaranteed that Elinor will fall into her hands.
A sly smile escapes her lips as she contemplates between taking Elinor or playing with their fate.
