Rejected Mate and Following Fate

Chapter 116: Loose Ends

“I expected something a little less run down, grander. Do you wolves not believe in modern conveniences, like electricity and running water?” Varro mocks as he scans the large hall of the manor, scoffing at its dark and drab appearance. I can’t blame him, as since we’ve been gone, this place has fallen into some urban war disarray that I never imagined could possibly happen to this place. It feels and looks abandoned, dust and dirt on every available surface from neglect. I have no idea what happened and why Juan returned the valley to the dark ages.

“Funny.” Colton dismisses him with the dry tone he reserves for people liked Deacon, a wolf who once stood against him.

“We could try find the generators and power them up.” Meadow followed us in here when we moved and cuts in with a snappy tone, also peeved at having her home turf mocked. The other subs are here too, those who didn’t follow Jasper in pursuit of Juan and I give her a smile and nod in answer.

“They are running and powering the security system outside. It seems the main electric is cut off though.” Carmen is still hovering by the door, eyeing up the stranger in our midst with an air of suspicion and watching him like a hawk. Colton isn’t too relaxed either, but weirdly, I feel like the danger isn’t in here with us, even with Varro beside me. He has a presence for sure, of darkness and power, but yet there’s also a sense of calm and security about him. He’s weirdly vibed.

“Juan lost interest in maintaining the valley as somewhere to live comfortably. It became an army base and all home comforts were sacrificed as unimportant while he was busy ruining what was left of the pack.” The bitter tone of a stray wolf who was lurking in the shadows where we left him. One of those we first encountered when getting in here.

“We can figure something out. Come on Chica, me and you and our boys here.” Meadow clicks her tongue at Carmen, nodding to the subs and takes off at speed to light this place up. Reading the room

and thinking maybe Varro, Colton and I need to be alone. I think she’s right. The atmosphere is somewhat strained and Colton is tense as hell now we’re in here with my bio father.

“Cozy.” Varro raises a brow, oozing sarcasm once more.

“Remind you of home, huh?” Colton bites back impulsively and I eyeroll at his obvious show of testosterone. Colton is in alpha mode and high on adrenaline. Right now he sees Varro as a male encroaching his territory, rather than someone needing to be negotiated with. I sigh it out and ignore the obvious sparks between them.

“So….. we’re here, alone. You wanted to talk, let’s do that.” I have no patience for this and the babies in my belly are fast sucking what energy I have. It’s the middle of the night and I’m tired and hungry. I need solutions soon so I can lead my people back out of here and see how many we lost. Then I can eat, sleep and recover this hellish night.” Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“I didn’t expect our first real meeting to be under these circumstances, and honestly, I am not sure how to make this a little more pleasant. Getting to know one another is something I want, and I realize tonight there are too many strong emotions and a lot of mistrust lingering in the air.” Varro strolls about, running a pointer finger over a nearby mantle and tutting at the debris that dirties his hand.

“I’m not in the frame of mind to be talking about a father and daughter bond. My people are hurt, god knows how many dead. Tonight is a complicated mess and they come first. If this is an end, then let us go do what we need to do on the promise that this is truly over. Jasper will bring Juan and then I want you to leave.” I stand my ground, irritated by my own discomfort and fatigue. My head’s a mess and tonight I can only think of going home.

“A treaty. We meet to sign one, formally, in a few days. My own kind will want this in writing, and I assume so would yours. I know it’s a little old fashioned, but you are dealing with an ancient species with a flair for the dramatic.”

“Whatever. I just want this to be over. We have lost many, and I’m sick of the bloodshed and fear. I want a future where my children will feel safe and we can stop always hiding in the homestead, fearing the world outside our own door. If a piece of paper does that, then we can meet up and sign it.”

“It was always about my loss. I hope you can believe that and trust that this is truly over. You are alive, and my bloodline is about to be further spread with your offspring.” Varro seems genuine and yet so much is swirling inside of me while standing in this dirty and dark mess, that I can’t begin to unravel my feelings.

“If you go back on your word, and your hybrids rise up again….” Colton interjects, his biting tone clear.

“They won’t. As of tonight, their existence is surplus and they won’t be an issue in a few days.”

“Meaning?” Colton grinds his teeth, already knowing the answer. To him it’s vile to create your own kind and then massacre them when not needed. As wolves who value pack above all, its not something we can begin to understand.

“Do you want specifics? We create them for use, and we return them to dust when they are no longer required. Hybrids will disappear from around you. I have no need for them. And without purpose, they are rabid nuisances that create havoc for the human world.” Varro has given up surveying the dust and is now examining his overly long and pointy fingernails on his left hand. Like stiletto shaped daggers which I am sure have a purpose.

“Your kind are cold and heartless.” He snorts and turns away, unable to hide his feelings on the matter, his face a picture of disgust, but Varro just shrugs.

“My kind can’t understand yours either. Living as you do. I guess that’s the beauty of our separate species. Neither can stand in the shoes of the other or begin to understand them.”

I don’t really want a debate on Lychan versus Vampire while I’m standing here with one foot in both rivers. It’ll only end in argument knowing how pig headed my mate can be, and Varro doesn’t seem like a push over either.

“You were serious about my brother? You’ll leave him with me? Even if he refuses?” I break into their conversation and try to steer the attention back to me. Determined to know for sure that I can take my brother home.

“Yes. He’s had to live a very low-key life among my kind. Being one of our mortal enemies. Darrius protects him well but now he has a place to go and a purpose, I want him here, watching over my child and my grandchildren. It will be a relief to no longer shield him.”

“She has me to do that. If Jasper causes issue….” Colton bristles up, instant defensiveness and spins around to face us once more. His mood rocketing.

“Colton! Please. Jasper needs time and patience. We can bring him home and back to the pack, don’t be so hasty to dismiss him. He’s no threat to us.”

“Alora is right. As much as I will miss the boy after a decade of his company, he belongs by his sister’s side. He belongs among wolves. He has become so used to our community that I fear he maybe forgets what he is and might need some kind of rehabilitation. To remember how to be a dog!” Varro smirks and Colton’s eyes amber ever so slightly, a scowl on one corner of that normally very pretty mouth.

“We’ll take care of him, you don’t need to worry about that. He’s my family.” I cut in to dampen the mood and slide in between the two of them as Colton and Varro both seem to move forwards into the clearing in the center of the room and face each other off wordlessly.

“Well then. I guess once my package is delivered, all that is needed is a time and place for our reunion. Treaty in hand of course, and maybe some prettier surroundings. I am partial to a fine dining room with

rich cuisine. Somewhere clean…. with less dust. I’m not allergic to a little light either.”

“Seriously?” Colton snorts again, showing his severe dislike of Varro, hating his every word, and I eyeroll. I know it’s going to take time for a born and bred vampire slaying warrior to warm to what was ingrained as an enemy, but he needs to chill a little.

“That can be done at the homestead, as long as you leave your hybrids behind. You and Darrius come alone.” Stern and to the point, I know the only way to deal with these two is to take charge.

“No way, Lory. Imagine the uproar if two vampires walk into the homestead. The pack will go crazy.”

“Colton, things have to change and he’s my biological father. The agreement was that he will have a relationship with me and bring peace. The sooner the pack get used to seeing them, the better.” I reach out and lay my palm on Colton’s forearm, feeling his tension bristling under the surface as he turns and paces. A sign he’s itching inside for action instead of words. He hasn’t come down from his battle fueled adrenalin high yet.

“She has a point. You better condition your mutts to be more accepting, especially if you are bringing more hybrid vampires into their home. Who knows how your children will turn out. It’s not always a given that the wolf gene reigns supreme. One of them might look a lot like me.” Varro winks at me, and all I can do is elicit another heavy sigh. This isn’t what Colton needs to hear tonight.

“Doubtful. Or else Alora would have more than a set of red eyes.”

“You can never tell. My DNA is strong, and well, this is the first tri-brid mix that I have ever heard of in my lifetime. Maybe Alora was just unlucky to pop out as a Lychan.”

I open my mouth to answer but the sudden blink blink and then blinding brightness of instant illumination makes me flinch instead. Covering my eyes as I adjust to new light and then look around in

dismay at how badly run down this place is now we can see it fully. It’s so much worse when it can be seen clearly.

“You have your work cut out here if you wish to bring this place back to what I assume was its former glory” Varro points out and I frown at him in stupefaction for a moment.

“What?” I never even thought of the fact that Colton might want us to come back here, but it’s the only solution if Juan is out of the picture. The fractured pack need to be brought back together and the homestead just isn’t big enough for all of us. It hits me so suddenly with just a simple word from him, that this is where our future lies. I’m not sure how I feel about coming back here after everything that’s happened.

“Wolves are good at rebuilding. We know how to start over and thrive. I’m not worried about it.” Colton just can’t seem to drop his defensive attitude, but I don’t blame him, even distracted by my own thoughts. An entire lifetime of being conditioned to hate the vampires and in one night he’s being asked to accept one as his father-in-law and be on good terms.

“The main breakers were pulled, and the fuses ripped out. An easy fix once we found them.” Meadow appears, seemingly jovial at their accomplishments and Cesar is hot on her heels. Neither fazed at all and at least they don’t seem as hostile and combative towards Varro as my mate is.

“The others are outside, turning on floodlights and restoring power to nearby buildings. Everyone is waiting to find out what’s next.” Cesar drops a hint, meaning they too want to know what’s going on now we’re all in here and the fighting has stopped. It feels surreal and not like a bloody battle was raging outside not so long ago.

“Allow me… I suppose being clear on one thing will help your pack disperse back to their homes for now. Juan can only hide if there are crowds outside.” Varro rubs his temple for a second, his blood red eyes seeming to glow a bit bright and then he gives me a crooked smile when he catches me staring at

him. “Sending them off. No need for them anymore; Darrius informs me that they have Juan and are heading our way. Sadly, his minions didn’t survive. So, it’s a solo prisoner I have to take.”

My heart sinks knowing that with the fall of his loyal, their mates too have perished, even though they were completely innocent in this. More lives lost because of that man and yet it was unavoidable no matter the outcome. Those wolves had to pay for their crimes and their family is seen as collateral damage. It breaks my heart knowing we just lost more souls in this night, and it was no fault of theirs. At least now I know Sierra will be spared if Juan disappears for good.

“Disperse the wolves once the hybrids go. Send the valley pack back to their homes, and most of ours back to the stead. We need to find out who we lost and make arrangements for the dead. Keep only our best sub packs here to carry out the orders tonight.” Colton is commanding Meadow, pacing towards them and setting things in motion as I adjust to my overly bright surroundings. I’m lightheaded and exhausted and don’t know how long I can hold on. I need rest.

“What about his dead? Are we left to clean that crap up too?” Cesar snarls at Varro and joins Colton in that aggressive wolf glare he has going on. My heart sinks at the sight of it, knowing it was too good to be true to have Cesar seemingly fine with our guest. I know the entire pack are going to be worse than this in the new light of day.

“If you want me to have mine drag away the remains then so be it. It makes no difference to me. They can work to clean up if that’s what you want, Alora.” Varro shrugs as if I am merely asking him to pick up his used dinnerware after a meal.

“You’re kidding right? By sunup they will turn to ash and no longer dirty our valley. Make the living ones leave and give my pack some piece of mind. The last thing we need is your vermin crawling all over our fallen brothers and sisters.” Colton snorts, his eyes staying amber as the thought of how many we lost lingers in his heart. His whole aura changing to that of regret and heartbreak.

“Cole, Radar is incoming with…” Cesar cuts in, obviously linked to his buddy on a one to one, and Colton stiffens all over. His mood nosediving and I sense the instant hesitation in him. Despite everything that’s happened I always knew this would be the hardest moment for him. They are bringing his father to us, to be handed over to the person who will oversee his death. Whether now or in ten years, this will be the last time Colton ever lays eyes on him.

“Tell him to bring him here.” Colton’s voice deflates and his tone is huskier than normal. The emotion hitting him hard as he too knows this will be a goodbye, no matter what is going to happen to Juan. I suddenly feel sick and hurt for him. Knowing how confused he must feel inside.

“Oh, the fun begins. I hope you don’t mind my bringing in my right-hand man. Darrius will take charge of our hostage once he’s handed over. Don’t want an escapee I might have to chase down again in these newly peaceful lands.” Varro’s chipper tone and almost joking dialogue sits heavy on me, and get’s only glares in response from my sub mates.

“What are you going to do with him?” Meadow pipes up, cutting the tension with her sharp question. Hand on her hip and throwing Varro some serious shade. I can feel the distrust, subtle contempt, among all of them. The vampire in our midst isn’t being welcomed at all but they know better than to show open disrespect given the circumstances. They are behaving for the sake of peace, but not one of them has anything but hatred in their hearts for this species.

“Death eventually, but who knows. I have a lot of pent-up aggression over the loss of my love and child… I have two decades worth of anger directed his way.” Varro is completely uninterested in their obvious dislike and goes back to admiring his nails.

“Not here. If you kill him then do it far away from us, we don’t need any more blood of our kind here. I don’t want to tarnish these walls anymore than they are already.” Colton turns away, hiding the conflict of his facial expressions and I sense his intense pain.

“I thought some of you would happily stand and watch an execution? No?” Varro smirks, knowing fine well this is cutting my mate deep, and Colton turns and walks off; holding himself in check as his emotions start to unravel. I know he’s conflicted. It’s only natural given that he once loved and idolized his father. I can’t even begin to understand what he feels, even though I too am getting a small amount of it.

“Some of us would, but as he was our alpha, it’s not right.” Meadow comes to my side and links her hand in mine, pulling me to her side and throws a wary glance Colton’s way.

“Here!” The main doors are thrown open, disrupting us, as a heavy figure is tossed into the center of our haphazard group. It’s so fast it catches me off guard and we all stare as Juan’s bound figure slides across the floor in a dramatic fashion. Sliding to an abrupt halt, as he stops in an almost center stage area of our clearing.

Bound and gagged, wriggling for his freedom and yet the only emotions coming from that pitiful figure are rage and disgust. I can taste it even from here. He has not a single ounce of remorse or regret. There’s no fear in what’s to be done to him but rather outrage that we would treat him this way. Juan is insane. I just can’t believe he hid it so well for so long while we all lived under his reign.

Darrius walks casually towards Varro and gives him a low bow. Bending and staying put as a sign of respect and I get the chills from his presence in a way Varro has never caused. Darrius is definitely the kind of vampire you know the horror stories originated from. He doesn’t have to do a thing to be intimidating.

“The witch held up her end of the bargain. She said she will come to Ladrikmorra for payment in a few days. She isn’t needed here anymore.” He straightens up, still keeping his eye son the floor much like our pack does to me and Colton.

I blink at Darrius in surprise and then glance at Meadow in confusion. It would be nice if the witch told us goodbye at least, or some sort of debrief after helping us these past days. She can’t just have left without so much as a ‘see ya’. It actually angers and hurts me to know she just finished her task and left without a word, as though we meant nothing to her.

“Leyanne never changes. Swoops in to do the bare minimum when she feels others are being blatantly thick, then leaves without a word, off to another adventure. Don’t expect sweet farewells or tears, Alora. That witch is three thousand years of bad mood and loner attitude. Be glad she did anything to help or was pleasant in anyway. She is notorious for not giving any kind of rat’s ass.” Varro casts me a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes and waves away my frown as though I am being too sensitive to this.

I’m a little gutted, because I thought we meant more than this. This isn’t even truly over yet officially, and she just swoops off into the darkness before sunup.

“To the problem at hand. Now, what are we going to do with you Mr Santo?” Varro turns his full attention to Juan, eyes locking on his prey as they glow to an almost unreal red that finally sends the shivers through my soul. A change in his features as he scans his prey properly and the whole room around us turns deathly silent.