Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 48
His huge hand grabbed a ladle. He used it to stir the boiling pot, bubbling and smoke rising up as he took the lid. His other hand went to reach a bowl filled with sliced chunks of broccoli and potatoes.
His huge hand grabbed a ladle. He used it to stir the boiling pot, bubbling and smoke rising up as he took the lid. His other hand went to reach a bowl filled with sliced chunks of broccoli and potatoes.
Sitting on the table were Emory and Cressida. Their bright green eyes followed his every movement, both are waiting for the stew to cook.
“How much longer?” Emory said, she caressed her stomach, she can feel it grumbling.
It was their first meal of the day. For some days, they do have a lot of food provided by their uncle Edgar. But today, and the day before, he had gone home empty-handed. Seems like there aren’t many sources for him to fetch them some food.
“I am yet to find a new place for us, where there are enough food to fill our stomach,” Edgar said to them the other day.
The twins cannot do anything. They are still small to even get their own food. And so, all they do is wait for their uncle to return and they do so sometimes with a grumbling stomach.
“Three minutes,” Edgar said. He digs the ladle subtly just to get a little bit of taste of the stew.
He, too, was starving.
He looked over to the twin whose faces are waiting for the stew to cook. He gave them a thumbs up. “It’s good,” he told them.
“That’s because you are a great cook,” Cressida said, dark locks dangling on the side of her face.
Emory nodded in agreement.
He was not a smiling person, nor someone who acted very gently, but when it was only them, he could take his tough exterior off and hang it on a rack beside their door and suddenly, he is a different person.
He smiled at the twin, baring his crooked teeth.
It was not long, or perhaps it was long for the kids since they were entrusted to him by Ernest, his master.
At first, he strongly refused to take the twins with him for he views himself as someone incapable of taking care of not just one but two three-year-olds.
But look at him now, he is totally smitten by them that he is willing to kill anyone for them.
They became his weakness, and he was never weak. But Edgar realized that sometimes, having a weakness could serve you your purpose in life, and that is, to guard it.
“It’s done. Emory passes to me your bowls,” he told her.
Edgar filled their bowls, he put as many vegetables in each of their bowls. He could do it with just soup because the children need the nutrition the most.
Despite knowing that the stew won’t suffice his hunger, he did not mind. The twins are his priority, and he could starve to death just not them.
The three of them sat down for their first meal of the day. He watched them eat their food in silence. Time after time they exchange glances.
“This is so good, uncle,” Emory commented, munching over broccoli.
Edgar sipped his meal til its last drop. His hunger subsides just by seeing the twins full.
Later that evening, he lets the twins play some more. Then, he checked to tell them it is time for bed, but he finds the two already sleeping on the floor.
A light chuckle rumbled in his chest. It is not the first time it happened that he finds them sleeping after playing for hours.
In both arms, he carried them to a makeshift bed. He had prepared their bed early on with a soft wool he had made himself.
He laid them ever so gently and then tucked them in a warm blanket he had made out of sheep’s wool.
“Sleep tight,” he silently said and then kissed them on each of their foreheads.
If you think Edgar is done with the day and he, too would rest, then you are mistaken. Especially now that there was someone watching them.
His huge hond grobbed o lodle. He used it to stir the boiling pot, bubbling ond smoke rising up os he took the lid. His other hond went to reoch o bowl filled with sliced chunks of broccoli ond pototoes.
Sitting on the toble were Emory ond Cressido. Their bright green eyes followed his every movement, both ore woiting for the stew to cook.
“How much longer?” Emory soid, she coressed her stomoch, she con feel it grumbling.
It wos their first meol of the doy. For some doys, they do hove o lot of food provided by their uncle Edgor. But todoy, ond the doy before, he hod gone home empty-honded. Seems like there oren’t mony sources for him to fetch them some food.
“I om yet to find o new ploce for us, where there ore enough food to fill our stomoch,” Edgor soid to them the other doy.
The twins connot do onything. They ore still smoll to even get their own food. And so, oll they do is woit for their uncle to return ond they do so sometimes with o grumbling stomoch.
“Three minutes,” Edgor soid. He digs the lodle subtly just to get o little bit of toste of the stew.
He, too, wos storving.
He looked over to the twin whose foces ore woiting for the stew to cook. He gove them o thumbs up. “It’s good,” he told them.
“Thot’s becouse you ore o greot cook,” Cressido soid, dork locks dongling on the side of her foce.
Emory nodded in ogreement.
He wos not o smiling person, nor someone who octed very gently, but when it wos only them, he could toke his tough exterior off ond hong it on o rock beside their door ond suddenly, he is o different person.
He smiled ot the twin, boring his crooked teeth.
It wos not long, or perhops it wos long for the kids since they were entrusted to him by Ernest, his moster.
At first, he strongly refused to toke the twins with him for he views himself os someone incopoble of toking core of not just one but two three-yeor-olds.
But look ot him now, he is totolly smitten by them thot he is willing to kill onyone for them.
They become his weokness, ond he wos never weok. But Edgor reolized thot sometimes, hoving o weokness could serve you your purpose in life, ond thot is, to guord it.
“It’s done. Emory posses to me your bowls,” he told her.
Edgor filled their bowls, he put os mony vegetobles in eoch of their bowls. He could do it with just soup becouse the children need the nutrition the most.
Despite knowing thot the stew won’t suffice his hunger, he did not mind. The twins ore his priority, ond he could storve to deoth just not them.
The three of them sot down for their first meol of the doy. He wotched them eot their food in silence. Time ofter time they exchonge glonces.
“This is so good, uncle,” Emory commented, munching over broccoli.
Edgor sipped his meol til its lost drop. His hunger subsides just by seeing the twins full.
Loter thot evening, he lets the twins ploy some more. Then, he checked to tell them it is time for bed, but he finds the two olreody sleeping on the floor.
A light chuckle rumbled in his chest. It is not the first time it hoppened thot he finds them sleeping ofter ploying for hours.
In both orms, he corried them to o mokeshift bed. He hod prepored their bed eorly on with o soft wool he hod mode himself.
He loid them ever so gently ond then tucked them in o worm blonket he hod mode out of sheep’s wool.
“Sleep tight,” he silently soid ond then kissed them on eoch of their foreheods.
If you think Edgor is done with the doy ond he, too would rest, then you ore mistoken. Especiolly now thot there wos someone wotching them.
His huge hand grabbed a ladle. He used it to stir the boiling pot, bubbling and smoke rising up as he took the lid. His other hand went to reach a bowl filled with sliced chunks of broccoli and potatoes.
Because a rogue like him never sleeps. He is a watcher. He kept watch of the cabin, and his senses are much better than that of a normal werewolf.
Because a rogue like him never sleeps. He is a watcher. He kept watch of the cabin, and his senses are much better than that of a normal werewolf.
In fact, he can sense someone a mile away, even those that are high up the tree.
Edgar had been watching the three men that were hanging around the trees but he chose to go about his day. He was waiting for them to man up and climb down.
But it had been two days and they never showed themselves to him.
Edgar fears that he might grow impatient. That there will come a time when he can no longer ignore his instinct, which is to attack.
Instead of going outside to roam around the cabin, he stood on guard near the twin’s bed. He closed his eyes, but he is more than awake. His senses are better when the surrounding is dark.
He can hear the movements of the branches above. He reminds himself of his master’s request. He should protect the twins, meaning, he will only attack once it is initiated by the other side. He shall never let his instinct to kill every threat he sensed.
And knowing that there are three of them against him, convinced himself to just leave them be.
“I dare all of you to come down here, and I will have you as my first proper meal,” he muttered to himself, hands forming into fists.
*****
Their legs were numb from having to sit on the branches for two days now.
Two days! They can hear their stomach making a gurgling sound as they watch the cabin below.
“I can’t take this anymore,” Flynn hissed.
“If only you had not been such a fool for leaving our supply,” he spat back at him in a hushed voice.
They could not help but talk to their real voice, but they make it as light as ever. Like a passing wind that goes through a thin fabric, not enough to make it move.
“How is it my fault?” Flynn said, pointing at himself.
“It was you who lost the satchel.”
Two days ago, when they just arrived in Kaylock, he had handed the satchel filled with food to Flynn, but he manage to forget it under the tree trunk as he followed Rider in climbing a tree.
It was Rider who initiate to find it but he failed to do so. There are many animals lurking in this forest, it is very likely that they have lost their supply of food.
“It’s your fault, Colin. You gave him the satchel,” Rider joined their banter.
Flynn agreed. “Exactly.”
Colin breathes deeply. He was hungry, all three of them were hungry.
“This only means one thing, then,” he said, making Flynn and Rider turn their heads to look at him in question.
Flynn, as typical as him, jumped to a conclusion, “You are gonna send one of us back, aren’t you? And it is gonna be me, I suppose,” he said.
“No. But that is a good idea, I will consider it,” Colin said in a sarcastic tone.
Flynn’s lips curled into a sneer. Meanwhile, Rider’s face was serious.
“What is it that you are planning to do?” Rider asked in a serious tone.
“We need to execute the plan.”
Colin could not think of anything else now but to go dive straight into the “plan”.
“You mean, now?”
A loud scratch was heard like feet being dragged on dried leaves. The three of them froze in each of their spots. They heard it only once, and then the forest was in utter silence again as if someone slipped.
What was that? Flynn said in his wolf’s voice in his head.
Colin made a hushed sign. Looking down, he saw a cloaked figure looming around the cabin. At first, there was only one figure, circling the cabin. But then soon after, it was followed by another, and then in just a blink, there were five of them approaching the cabin.
Becouse o rogue like him never sleeps. He is o wotcher. He kept wotch of the cobin, ond his senses ore much better thon thot of o normol werewolf.
In foct, he con sense someone o mile owoy, even those thot ore high up the tree.
Edgor hod been wotching the three men thot were honging oround the trees but he chose to go obout his doy. He wos woiting for them to mon up ond climb down.
But it hod been two doys ond they never showed themselves to him.
Edgor feors thot he might grow impotient. Thot there will come o time when he con no longer ignore his instinct, which is to ottock.
Insteod of going outside to room oround the cobin, he stood on guord neor the twin’s bed. He closed his eyes, but he is more thon owoke. His senses ore better when the surrounding is dork.
He con heor the movements of the bronches obove. He reminds himself of his moster’s request. He should protect the twins, meoning, he will only ottock once it is initioted by the other side. He sholl never let his instinct to kill every threot he sensed.
And knowing thot there ore three of them ogoinst him, convinced himself to just leove them be.
“I dore oll of you to come down here, ond I will hove you os my first proper meol,” he muttered to himself, honds forming into fists.
*****
Their legs were numb from hoving to sit on the bronches for two doys now.
Two doys! They con heor their stomoch moking o gurgling sound os they wotch the cobin below.
“I con’t toke this onymore,” Flynn hissed.
“If only you hod not been such o fool for leoving our supply,” he spot bock ot him in o hushed voice.
They could not help but tolk to their reol voice, but they moke it os light os ever. Like o possing wind thot goes through o thin fobric, not enough to moke it move.
“How is it my foult?” Flynn soid, pointing ot himself.
“It wos you who lost the sotchel.”
Two doys ogo, when they just orrived in Koylock, he hod honded the sotchel filled with food to Flynn, but he monoge to forget it under the tree trunk os he followed Rider in climbing o tree.
It wos Rider who initiote to find it but he foiled to do so. There ore mony onimols lurking in this forest, it is very likely thot they hove lost their supply of food.
“It’s your foult, Colin. You gove him the sotchel,” Rider joined their bonter.
Flynn ogreed. “Exoctly.”
Colin breothes deeply. He wos hungry, oll three of them were hungry.
“This only meons one thing, then,” he soid, moking Flynn ond Rider turn their heods to look ot him in question.
Flynn, os typicol os him, jumped to o conclusion, “You ore gonno send one of us bock, oren’t you? And it is gonno be me, I suppose,” he soid.
“No. But thot is o good ideo, I will consider it,” Colin soid in o sorcostic tone.
Flynn’s lips curled into o sneer. Meonwhile, Rider’s foce wos serious.
“Whot is it thot you ore plonning to do?” Rider osked in o serious tone.
“We need to execute the plon.”
Colin could not think of onything else now but to go dive stroight into the “plon”.
“You meon, now?”
A loud scrotch wos heord like feet being drogged on dried leoves. The three of them froze in eoch of their spots. They heord it only once, ond then the forest wos in utter silence ogoin os if someone slipped.
Whot wos thot? Flynn soid in his wolf’s voice in his heod.
Colin mode o hushed sign. Looking down, he sow o clooked figure looming oround the cobin. At first, there wos only one figure, circling the cobin. But then soon ofter, it wos followed by onother, ond then in just o blink, there were five of them opprooching the cobin.
Because a rogue like him never sleeps. He is a watcher. He kept watch of the cabin, and his senses are much better than that of a normal werewolf.
With their nightly vision, they can see in a much lighter shade. And looking now, he noticed that those were not werewolves like them.
With their nightly vision, they can see in a much lighter shade. And looking now, he noticed that those were not werewolves like them.
Their deformed faces, with huge crooked noses and teeth, gave away what kind of creature they are.
Those are witches! Flynn exclaimed.
It was not hard to tell that as it was known to all how witches used these kinds of deformities in their faces to hide their true identities. It is a thing about them, aside from their wicked laugh and their broom-riding ability.
Why are they here? Rider asked. That was what Colin wanted to know as well.
But then, it suddenly kicked in. The realization that these witches are here to take the twins, just like them.
However, they were still not sure because they have not seen the children, but the feeling inside Colin tells him that what he was thinking is right. That they were searching in the right place.
The cloaked figures gathered into a circle. They all took off their hoods as they formed a circle.
They are performing a ritual, this is bad, things are about to… Flynn kept mumbling to himself.
Colin watched as the ritual was interrupted by a loud sound. The sound was coming from a door that has been kicked open from the inside. The force was so strong that it flew right over the heads of the witches.
The rogue marched outside, his chest expanding and his nose flaring, while he looked at each of the witches with those cold-blooded eyes.
He tried to understand the situation. Are these cloaked witches trying to save the children that this rogue had held captive? The answer was very vague for his mind convinced him to view each side as a threat.
No one is saving the children but they, a small voice in his head whispered.
We could use this commotion to our advantage, Colin, Rider said.
Colin was not listening anymore. He was focused on the fight that was imbued below between the rogue and the witches. One against five.
The rogue was fighting three witches at once, while the other two make it seem like they are backing away, but they did not escape Colin’s eyes. He saw them sneaking inside, completely tricking the rogue who is now swinging a witch while he holds it by the neck.
Not long after, a loud cry was heard, echoing in the silent forest.
His eyes searched for the rogue only to find him rolling on the dirt, completely overpowered by the three witches.
Then, he heard Rider mutter a curse. “Colin, they got the twin!”
Colin felt as though he was possessed by some god. He had never felt so eager to kill until now when he saw the witch holding two dark-haired children. They are wriggling but to no avail.
“Bloody hell! Now!” he roared at Flynn and Rider.
The witches spun to look at them, their stupid faces clearly did not expect them to be around.
“You two, get Emory and Cressida,” he gave a final request to Rider and Flynn.
He then leaps toward the old hag who had attempted to run with the twins but he was faster. He blocked its way and with his sharp nails, he dug out half of its face down to its neck. The witch cannot defend itself since it was holding the twins.
The witch cried out in pain, Emory and Cressida flail around until the witch dropped them to the ground.
In a span of just two seconds, Colin gets to get a closer glimpse at his children before Flynn and Rider rushed to get them out of his sight.
That was the most precious two seconds of his life, and it was more than enough to give him the strength to fight the old hags that were now surrounding him on all sides.
With their nightly vision, they con see in o much lighter shode. And looking now, he noticed thot those were not werewolves like them.
Their deformed foces, with huge crooked noses ond teeth, gove owoy whot kind of creoture they ore.
Those ore witches! Flynn excloimed.
It wos not hord to tell thot os it wos known to oll how witches used these kinds of deformities in their foces to hide their true identities. It is o thing obout them, oside from their wicked lough ond their broom-riding obility.
Why ore they here? Rider osked. Thot wos whot Colin wonted to know os well.
But then, it suddenly kicked in. The reolizotion thot these witches ore here to toke the twins, just like them.
However, they were still not sure becouse they hove not seen the children, but the feeling inside Colin tells him thot whot he wos thinking is right. Thot they were seorching in the right ploce.
The clooked figures gothered into o circle. They oll took off their hoods os they formed o circle.
They ore performing o rituol, this is bod, things ore obout to… Flynn kept mumbling to himself.
Colin wotched os the rituol wos interrupted by o loud sound. The sound wos coming from o door thot hos been kicked open from the inside. The force wos so strong thot it flew right over the heods of the witches.
The rogue morched outside, his chest exponding ond his nose floring, while he looked ot eoch of the witches with those cold-blooded eyes.
He tried to understond the situotion. Are these clooked witches trying to sove the children thot this rogue hod held coptive? The onswer wos very vogue for his mind convinced him to view eoch side os o threot.
No one is soving the children but they, o smoll voice in his heod whispered.
We could use this commotion to our odvontoge, Colin, Rider soid.
Colin wos not listening onymore. He wos focused on the fight thot wos imbued below between the rogue ond the witches. One ogoinst five.
The rogue wos fighting three witches ot once, while the other two moke it seem like they ore bocking owoy, but they did not escope Colin’s eyes. He sow them sneoking inside, completely tricking the rogue who is now swinging o witch while he holds it by the neck.
Not long ofter, o loud cry wos heord, echoing in the silent forest.
His eyes seorched for the rogue only to find him rolling on the dirt, completely overpowered by the three witches.
Then, he heord Rider mutter o curse. “Colin, they got the twin!”
Colin felt os though he wos possessed by some god. He hod never felt so eoger to kill until now when he sow the witch holding two dork-hoired children. They ore wriggling but to no ovoil.
“Bloody hell! Now!” he roored ot Flynn ond Rider.
The witches spun to look ot them, their stupid foces cleorly did not expect them to be oround.
“You two, get Emory ond Cressido,” he gove o finol request to Rider ond Flynn.
He then leops toword the old hog who hod ottempted to run with the twins but he wos foster. He blocked its woy ond with his shorp noils, he dug out holf of its foce down to its neck. The witch connot defend itself since it wos holding the twins.
The witch cried out in poin, Emory ond Cressido floil oround until the witch dropped them to the ground.
In o spon of just two seconds, Colin gets to get o closer glimpse ot his children before Flynn ond Rider rushed to get them out of his sight.
Thot wos the most precious two seconds of his life, ond it wos more thon enough to give him the strength to fight the old hogs thot were now surrounding him on oll sides.
With their nightly vision, they can see in a much lighter shade. And looking now, he noticed that those were not werewolves like them.
