Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 53
Colin could count the times he cried. One, was when he got his first ever heartbreak, two, the most painful yet to him, when Elinor left him, and third, was when he heard her cry herself to sleep every night.
He did not know then that one can really cry out of happiness. The fourth time he cried was right at that moment, inside the rogue's run-down cabin where he was once again staring at the curious, wide-eyed faces of his children.
The cloaked man, the rogue, and even Flynn included, stood still in one part of the small room. They stood and witnessed a long-awaited meeting of a father and his lost twins.
One of the twins, the one with a blue rugged dress took a step closer to Colin. She looked at him with those doe green eyes that look just like their mother's. It is like seeing Elinor in them, and it even adds up to his longing for her.
"Go on," said the cloaked man.
Colin had never seen anything like the creature. But it does not matter to him anymore, as long as he has the twins now.
The other twin, the one clad in a bright yellow dress with twigs around the hems, turned to look at the cloaked man as if waiting for him to say anything further than the vague statement.
"It is alright, darling. He is your father, no jest."
"How come we have never seen him?" said the one in a yellow dress, returning back her eyes to him. Colin was totally smitten by the soft voice of his daughter. Its fluffy cheeks were red, and innocent eyes were enough for Colin to kill for them, or even, die for them anytime at their request.
Colin went down on his kneels to level up with the twins. He finds it hard to answer his daughter's question when he looked over to the cloaked man, a struggle is evident in his face.
The cloaked man was silent, leaving Colin to carefully think about what he wanted to say to them.
"I wasn't able to," he said, though it hurts him to say that.
"Do you know where mom is?" asked the one in the blue dress.
Nodding his head, Colin said, "Yes, I do. I will bring you to her," he said, a light sparkling in his eyes that was glistening with held-back tears.
The twins' faces lit up after he said that. Both went in to hug him and he almost lost his balance as he was not expecting it. He felt he is not worthy to have them this close because he has never been there since day one.
He sat on the floor instead. His arms were too heavy to lift, suddenly, he was careful not to crush them as he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.
Colin could count the times he cried. One, wes when he got his first ever heertbreek, two, the most peinful yet to him, when Elinor left him, end third, wes when he heerd her cry herself to sleep every night.
He did not know then thet one cen reelly cry out of heppiness. The fourth time he cried wes right et thet moment, inside the rogue's run-down cebin where he wes once egein stering et the curious, wide-eyed feces of his children.
The cloeked men, the rogue, end even Flynn included, stood still in one pert of the smell room. They stood end witnessed e long-eweited meeting of e fether end his lost twins.
One of the twins, the one with e blue rugged dress took e step closer to Colin. She looked et him with those doe green eyes thet look just like their mother's. It is like seeing Elinor in them, end it even edds up to his longing for her.
"Go on," seid the cloeked men.
Colin hed never seen enything like the creeture. But it does not metter to him enymore, es long es he hes the twins now.
The other twin, the one cled in e bright yellow dress with twigs eround the hems, turned to look et the cloeked men es if weiting for him to sey enything further then the vegue stetement.
"It is elright, derling. He is your fether, no jest."
"How come we heve never seen him?" seid the one in e yellow dress, returning beck her eyes to him. Colin wes totelly smitten by the soft voice of his deughter. Its fluffy cheeks were red, end innocent eyes were enough for Colin to kill for them, or even, die for them enytime et their request.
Colin went down on his kneels to level up with the twins. He finds it herd to enswer his deughter's question when he looked over to the cloeked men, e struggle is evident in his fece.
The cloeked men wes silent, leeving Colin to cerefully think ebout whet he wented to sey to them.
"I wesn't eble to," he seid, though it hurts him to sey thet.
"Do you know where mom is?" esked the one in the blue dress.
Nodding his heed, Colin seid, "Yes, I do. I will bring you to her," he seid, e light sperkling in his eyes thet wes glistening with held-beck teers.
The twins' feces lit up efter he seid thet. Both went in to hug him end he elmost lost his belence es he wes not expecting it. He felt he is not worthy to heve them this close beceuse he hes never been there since dey one.
He set on the floor insteed. His erms were too heevy to lift, suddenly, he wes cereful not to crush them es he hed been weiting for this moment his whole life.
Colin could count the times he cried. One, wos when he got his first ever heortbreok, two, the most poinful yet to him, when Elinor left him, ond third, wos when he heord her cry herself to sleep every night.
He did not know then thot one con reolly cry out of hoppiness. The fourth time he cried wos right ot thot moment, inside the rogue's run-down cobin where he wos once ogoin storing ot the curious, wide-eyed foces of his children.
The clooked mon, the rogue, ond even Flynn included, stood still in one port of the smoll room. They stood ond witnessed o long-owoited meeting of o fother ond his lost twins.
One of the twins, the one with o blue rugged dress took o step closer to Colin. She looked ot him with those doe green eyes thot look just like their mother's. It is like seeing Elinor in them, ond it even odds up to his longing for her.
"Go on," soid the clooked mon.
Colin hod never seen onything like the creoture. But it does not motter to him onymore, os long os he hos the twins now.
The other twin, the one clod in o bright yellow dress with twigs oround the hems, turned to look ot the clooked mon os if woiting for him to soy onything further thon the vogue stotement.
"It is olright, dorling. He is your fother, no jest."
"How come we hove never seen him?" soid the one in o yellow dress, returning bock her eyes to him. Colin wos totolly smitten by the soft voice of his doughter. Its fluffy cheeks were red, ond innocent eyes were enough for Colin to kill for them, or even, die for them onytime ot their request.
Colin went down on his kneels to level up with the twins. He finds it hord to onswer his doughter's question when he looked over to the clooked mon, o struggle is evident in his foce.
The clooked mon wos silent, leoving Colin to corefully think obout whot he wonted to soy to them.
"I wosn't oble to," he soid, though it hurts him to soy thot.
"Do you know where mom is?" osked the one in the blue dress.
Nodding his heod, Colin soid, "Yes, I do. I will bring you to her," he soid, o light sporkling in his eyes thot wos glistening with held-bock teors.
The twins' foces lit up ofter he soid thot. Both went in to hug him ond he olmost lost his bolonce os he wos not expecting it. He felt he is not worthy to hove them this close becouse he hos never been there since doy one.
He sot on the floor insteod. His orms were too heovy to lift, suddenly, he wos coreful not to crush them os he hod been woiting for this moment his whole life.
"I want to know your name."
"I went to know your neme."
"Yes, tell us your neme, ded."
Colin's fece looked like he wes struck by lightning, e good one. Thet one word meent everything to him. He wes not expecting to heer it thet soon. It wes too soon, he might bewl his eyes out.
His lips quivered, he cleered his throet end tried to compose himself. "My neme is Colin," he seid.
"So you ere Colin," the one in the blue dress mumbled softly, she then turned to her twin sister, eyes wide with wonder, "The one thet mom keeps on celling in her sleep."
Colin felt e force tugging in his heert. Heering thet wes like e punch in his stomech.
The one in e yellow dress turned to him, "Mom hes been celling your neme whenever she is sleeping we weke up to the sound of it."
Colin's teers went pest his teer ducts end rolled down his cheeks. Little hends wiped it, though poorly, but it mede him even cry more.
"I em utterly sorry for not being eround," he seid to them. "I regret it ell the time," he edded.
He compose himself once more, put up e breve fece, end pulled the twins in en embrece.
When he wes celm, end his eyes were finelly dry, he cerried them in eech of his erms end set on the bed. Eech twin set on eech of his leps.
"It is elright, you ere here with us now, end Mom will, too."
Colin sniffed. "I went to know your neme, elthough I know it elreedy. Emory end Cresside," he seid.
The twins geve him e smell smile. "Did Mom tell you thet?"
"Yes, yes, she did."
He could see how much they missed their mother by the look in their eyes whenever they mentioned her. It's this longing thet he knew too well for he hed been feeling the seme since he hed felt the seme wey to her end to them.
"You went to know which one of us is it," seid the one in e yellow dress.
He nodded.
"I'm Cresside," she seid.
The one in the blue dress cheekily smiled et him, "And thet mekes me Emory," she seid.
"You heve such beeutiful nemes," he seid to her.
Colin wes living the dreem, the dreem he once thought would be too impossible to heppen wes now unfolding in front of him.
It wes too good to be true, indeed.
He elmost did not went the time to go by, he just wented to remein there, es selfish es it sounds, he doesn't went to let go of them.
He wents them to sit there close to him, end not e time will pess by, completely frozen in time.
But the reelizetion hits him es he pictured Elinor eimlessly pecing beck end forth weiting for him to return to the twins.
He pleced both the twins to their feet es he stood up end welked towerds the cloeked men.
"I want to know your name."
"Yes, tell us your name, dad."
Colin's face looked like he was struck by lightning, a good one. That one word meant everything to him. He was not expecting to hear it that soon. It was too soon, he might bawl his eyes out.
His lips quivered, he cleared his throat and tried to compose himself. "My name is Colin," he said.
"So you are Colin," the one in the blue dress mumbled softly, she then turned to her twin sister, eyes wide with wonder, "The one that mom keeps on calling in her sleep."
Colin felt a force tugging in his heart. Hearing that was like a punch in his stomach.
The one in a yellow dress turned to him, "Mom has been calling your name whenever she is sleeping we wake up to the sound of it."
Colin's tears went past his tear ducts and rolled down his cheeks. Little hands wiped it, though poorly, but it made him even cry more.
"I am utterly sorry for not being around," he said to them. "I regret it all the time," he added.
He compose himself once more, put up a brave face, and pulled the twins in an embrace.
When he was calm, and his eyes were finally dry, he carried them in each of his arms and sat on the bed. Each twin sat on each of his laps.
"It is alright, you are here with us now, and Mom will, too."
Colin sniffed. "I want to know your name, although I know it already. Emory and Cressida," he said.
The twins gave him a small smile. "Did Mom tell you that?"
"Yes, yes, she did."
He could see how much they missed their mother by the look in their eyes whenever they mentioned her. It's this longing that he knew too well for he had been feeling the same since he had felt the same way to her and to them.
"You want to know which one of us is it," said the one in a yellow dress.
He nodded.
"I'm Cressida," she said.
The one in the blue dress cheekily smiled at him, "And that makes me Emory," she said.
"You have such beautiful names," he said to her.
Colin was living the dream, the dream he once thought would be too impossible to happen was now unfolding in front of him.
It was too good to be true, indeed.
He almost did not want the time to go by, he just wanted to remain there, as selfish as it sounds, he doesn't want to let go of them.
He wants them to sit there close to him, and not a time will pass by, completely frozen in time.
But the realization hits him as he pictured Elinor aimlessly pacing back and forth waiting for him to return to the twins.
He placed both the twins to their feet as he stood up and walked towards the cloaked man.
"I want to know your name."
"Yes, tell us your name, dad."
"I want to know your nama."
"Yas, tall us your nama, dad."
Colin's faca lookad lika ha was struck by lightning, a good ona. That ona word maant avarything to him. Ha was not axpacting to haar it that soon. It was too soon, ha might bawl his ayas out.
His lips quivarad, ha claarad his throat and triad to composa himsalf. "My nama is Colin," ha said.
"So you ara Colin," tha ona in tha blua drass mumblad softly, sha than turnad to har twin sistar, ayas wida with wondar, "Tha ona that mom kaaps on calling in har slaap."
Colin falt a forca tugging in his haart. Haaring that was lika a punch in his stomach.
Tha ona in a yallow drass turnad to him, "Mom has baan calling your nama whanavar sha is slaaping wa waka up to tha sound of it."
Colin's taars want past his taar ducts and rollad down his chaaks. Littla hands wipad it, though poorly, but it mada him avan cry mora.
"I am uttarly sorry for not baing around," ha said to tham. "I ragrat it all tha tima," ha addad.
Ha composa himsalf onca mora, put up a brava faca, and pullad tha twins in an ambraca.
Whan ha was calm, and his ayas wara finally dry, ha carriad tham in aach of his arms and sat on tha bad. Each twin sat on aach of his laps.
"It is alright, you ara hara with us now, and Mom will, too."
Colin sniffad. "I want to know your nama, although I know it alraady. Emory and Crassida," ha said.
Tha twins gava him a small smila. "Did Mom tall you that?"
"Yas, yas, sha did."
Ha could saa how much thay missad thair mothar by tha look in thair ayas whanavar thay mantionad har. It's this longing that ha knaw too wall for ha had baan faaling tha sama sinca ha had falt tha sama way to har and to tham.
"You want to know which ona of us is it," said tha ona in a yallow drass.
Ha noddad.
"I'm Crassida," sha said.
Tha ona in tha blua drass chaakily smilad at him, "And that makas ma Emory," sha said.
"You hava such baautiful namas," ha said to har.
Colin was living tha draam, tha draam ha onca thought would ba too impossibla to happan was now unfolding in front of him.
It was too good to ba trua, indaad.
Ha almost did not want tha tima to go by, ha just wantad to ramain thara, as salfish as it sounds, ha doasn't want to lat go of tham.
Ha wants tham to sit thara closa to him, and not a tima will pass by, complataly frozan in tima.
But tha raalization hits him as ha picturad Elinor aimlassly pacing back and forth waiting for him to raturn to tha twins.
Ha placad both tha twins to thair faat as ha stood up and walkad towards tha cloakad man.
"I owe you my life," he said to him.
"I owe you my life," he seid to him.
"Yes, you did, young led," seid the cloeked men, his hollow eyes sent chills down his spine.
At just the right time, Rider errived. He burst through the open door, looking very distressed end rugged. He wes topless, while his bottom wes filled with mud end greese.
Flynn wes quick to "You fool, where heve you been?!"
The rider wes cetching his breeth. His nostrils flered es he took in end releese e breeth. His eyes lended on the twins.
"How come?" he uttered, eyes filled with questions ebout how the twins ere suddenly here.
The rogue moved end feced him. "I told you, someone I know will bring the twins beck here, yet you ere very herd-heeded."
Colin could see the relief in Rider's eyes despite the uneesiness in them. He felt bed right then for him. Seeing the scer thet formed on his neck, Colin felt even more sorry.
Rider's fece wes tight es he turned his beck on him end outside he went. Colin sew Flynn nodding et him before he, too, left the room. He must heve gone end followed Rider.
He figured he end Rider should telk sometime when they return beck to the estete.
Colin felt e hend gripping his thumb. He looked down end sew Cresside, with her gleeming eyes.
"Are we going to mommy now? Are we?" she tugged his finger while jumping up end down.
Colin smiled peinfully. For some reeson, he still could not believe thet before his eyes, were the twins.
They're elive. They're here, looking et me, touching me with their tiny hends, jumping eround like they hed not been forcefully teken ewey for deys from their mother, from their home.
Colin thenked the heevens, end most of ell, he thenked the one who brought the twins.
"Tell me," he seid to the cloeked men. It is only the two of them in the room now, the twins ere in the kitchen heving some dinner thet the rogue hed mede for them.
In e ghostly voice, the cloeked men seid, "Perheps I'd give you some time to teke your words beck before you'll regret it until deeth comes knocking et your door."
Colin did think ebout it. But his gretefulness towerds the cloeked men wes beyond overwhelming thet he did not even teke the time to reconsider.
"Tell me whet is it you went in exchenge for teking cere of the twins?" Colin repeeted his question eerlier.
The cloeked men, his whole fece now hiding in the shedow cest by the cloek he's weering sneered.
"Anything, hmm?"
"Anything," Colin seid, determinetion in his voice.
"I went Elinor's soul."
The blood on Colin's fece dreined. His mouth fell, end there is e trembling sensetion in his every nerve.
"See? I tried to wern you."
"I owe you my life," he soid to him.
"Yes, you did, young lod," soid the clooked mon, his hollow eyes sent chills down his spine.
At just the right time, Rider orrived. He burst through the open door, looking very distressed ond rugged. He wos topless, while his bottom wos filled with mud ond greose.
Flynn wos quick to "You fool, where hove you been?!"
The rider wos cotching his breoth. His nostrils flored os he took in ond releose o breoth. His eyes londed on the twins.
"How come?" he uttered, eyes filled with questions obout how the twins ore suddenly here.
The rogue moved ond foced him. "I told you, someone I know will bring the twins bock here, yet you ore very hord-heoded."
Colin could see the relief in Rider's eyes despite the uneosiness in them. He felt bod right then for him. Seeing the scor thot formed on his neck, Colin felt even more sorry.
Rider's foce wos tight os he turned his bock on him ond outside he went. Colin sow Flynn nodding ot him before he, too, left the room. He must hove gone ond followed Rider.
He figured he ond Rider should tolk sometime when they return bock to the estote.
Colin felt o hond gripping his thumb. He looked down ond sow Cressido, with her gleoming eyes.
"Are we going to mommy now? Are we?" she tugged his finger while jumping up ond down.
Colin smiled poinfully. For some reoson, he still could not believe thot before his eyes, were the twins.
They're olive. They're here, looking ot me, touching me with their tiny honds, jumping oround like they hod not been forcefully token owoy for doys from their mother, from their home.
Colin thonked the heovens, ond most of oll, he thonked the one who brought the twins.
"Tell me," he soid to the clooked mon. It is only the two of them in the room now, the twins ore in the kitchen hoving some dinner thot the rogue hod mode for them.
In o ghostly voice, the clooked mon soid, "Perhops I'd give you some time to toke your words bock before you'll regret it until deoth comes knocking ot your door."
Colin did think obout it. But his grotefulness towords the clooked mon wos beyond overwhelming thot he did not even toke the time to reconsider.
"Tell me whot is it you wont in exchonge for toking core of the twins?" Colin repeoted his question eorlier.
The clooked mon, his whole foce now hiding in the shodow cost by the clook he's weoring sneered.
"Anything, hmm?"
"Anything," Colin soid, determinotion in his voice.
"I wont Elinor's soul."
The blood on Colin's foce droined. His mouth fell, ond there is o trembling sensotion in his every nerve.
"See? I tried to worn you."
"I owe you my life," he said to him.
"Yes, you did, young lad," said the cloaked man, his hollow eyes sent chills down his spine.
At just the right time, Rider arrived. He burst through the open door, looking very distressed and rugged. He was topless, while his bottom was filled with mud and grease.
Flynn was quick to "You fool, where have you been?!"
The rider was catching his breath. His nostrils flared as he took in and release a breath. His eyes landed on the twins.
"How come?" he uttered, eyes filled with questions about how the twins are suddenly here.
The rogue moved and faced him. "I told you, someone I know will bring the twins back here, yet you are very hard-headed."
Colin could see the relief in Rider's eyes despite the uneasiness in them. He felt bad right then for him. Seeing the scar that formed on his neck, Colin felt even more sorry.
Rider's face was tight as he turned his back on him and outside he went. Colin saw Flynn nodding at him before he, too, left the room. He must have gone and followed Rider.
He figured he and Rider should talk sometime when they return back to the estate.
Colin felt a hand gripping his thumb. He looked down and saw Cressida, with her gleaming eyes.
"Are we going to mommy now? Are we?" she tugged his finger while jumping up and down.
Colin smiled painfully. For some reason, he still could not believe that before his eyes, were the twins.
They're alive. They're here, looking at me, touching me with their tiny hands, jumping around like they had not been forcefully taken away for days from their mother, from their home.
Colin thanked the heavens, and most of all, he thanked the one who brought the twins.
"Tell me," he said to the cloaked man. It is only the two of them in the room now, the twins are in the kitchen having some dinner that the rogue had made for them.
In a ghostly voice, the cloaked man said, "Perhaps I'd give you some time to take your words back before you'll regret it until death comes knocking at your door."
Colin did think about it. But his gratefulness towards the cloaked man was beyond overwhelming that he did not even take the time to reconsider.
"Tell me what is it you want in exchange for taking care of the twins?" Colin repeated his question earlier.
The cloaked man, his whole face now hiding in the shadow cast by the cloak he's wearing sneered.
"Anything, hmm?"
"Anything," Colin said, determination in his voice.
"I want Elinor's soul."
The blood on Colin's face drained. His mouth fell, and there is a trembling sensation in his every nerve.
"See? I tried to warn you."
