Chosen by Fate, Rejected by the Alpha Chapter 395 - Trinity - Journals Part 1 (VOLUME 3)

Chapter 395 - Trinity - Journals Part 1 (VOLUME 3)

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Trinity
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"What are you doing?" Reece asked me as I sat on the sofa in the room. I had just pulled out the leather bound journal that Gabriel had given me.
"These belonged to my great great grandmother. These are the journals that Gabriel was able to track down. I was going to read them, to find out what it is that Gabriel thinks I should know."
"That's pretty major. Do you want me to sit with you while you read them?"
He wasn't offering to do anything, but sit with me. He wanted to be there to offer me moral support, just in case I needed it. He truly was the most amazing husband ever.
"Thank you, Reece." I smiled at him, and he laughed.
"I really thought I was going to get a 'don't flatter yourself Fido' or something like that."
"Am I really that mean?"
"No, I just wanted to break the tension. Come on, you can sit on my lap." With that he picked me up and set me down on his lap while holding me against him. "Now you're all comfy and secure. You can read."
"You just wanted to hold me." I giggled at him.
"That's besides the point."
I didn't worry too much about how I was sitting, I just grabbed the first of the journals that Gabriel had given me. It was marked with the year it was started, and I nearly felt my eyes pop out of my head when I saw that it said 1513, Ellyria Underhill. The journals were all made of leather and parchment. Now I know how they lasted all these years.
April 2, 1513
We got word today that the Fae wars are now requiring our help. We wolves have been called in to help eliminate the threats against them. This treaty that we have with the fair folk has not been an easy one so far. To date, they have done nothing to assist us, but they call on us when they need someone strong or savage to fight for them. I am beginning to wonder if any of the Fae are strong enough to even lift a sword. It's no wonder that they can't win these wars on their own.
As it is, I am being sent to assist in the fight. I am so glad that I am not like the human women that I have met in the villages. They are not allowed to do anything at all. They cannot fight, they cannot ride horses, they can't even swim in the creek. What sorry lives they must lead. I have been given freedoms that most women could never dream of. Having been born as one of the stronger females in the pack and made into a warrior straight out of adolescence. I would never give up my life of freedom to be tied down like the others. I will always be a fighter that lives for myself.
April 5, 1513
Today is my twenty-first birthday; what a day to finally make it to the battlefield. I think it is exciting, and I am looking forward to what this might mean for me. It has to be something special, what else could have made this happen at such an important time in my life?
I will meet the Commander of my regimen tomorrow. He is Fae, of course, so I do not have much faith in him. If he was a competent Commander, then we wolves would not be here, and their wars would not be spilling out into my country. I will not let these wars continue the way that they have. I will see to it that they stop invading Ireland or any other part of this realm.
April 6, 1513
I cannot believe what has happened. I went to meet the Commander as I was instructed. There are over a hundred wolves from different packs in this camp. My group went early this morning and ever since, I have been looking for a way to hide myself. I will not run away, that is not in me. However, my wolf screamed at me the moment the Commander was in my sight.
It got worse too. When I introduced myself to him, he seemed so attentive. The way that it seemed to have happened confused the others. Here is how the conversation went, for the most part.
"Welcome to my regimen. I am your Commander for the time being. I will be here to guide you and direct you. My people, that you see scattered around this camp, have been fighting this threat for a long time. We appreciate your help with this issue. You may call me Commander Rhinum."
"Good day to you, Sir. I am Ellyria Underhill. I am the one in charge of this group."
"Ahh, Ellyria, that is a beautiful name for a beautiful warrior such as yourself."
This was when I felt a little uncomfortable. I wanted to pull him toward me and kiss him, but I couldn't do that. He is a Fae Prince, and I am a lowly wolf warrior.
"It is surprising that you, a woman, is leading this group."
"Do you think me incapable?"
"Not at all, my dear, my entire kingdom is run by a woman. I do not think a woman is any less capable than a man. Where I come from, they're actually known to be more efficient and strong."
"Good, I do not want to have to prove myself to you."
"I wouldn't mind if you did."
He winked, he smiled, he flirted, and I all but melted there in front of him. I cannot believe that my wolf told me he was my mate. How in the world am I supposed to make that work?
April 7, 1513
I had tried my best to avoid the commander, but he had been searching for me. It turns out that he felt the mate bond as strongly as I did. He actually kissed me by way of a greeting. I slapped him, even though I had enjoyed it. It was my first kiss, and he had stolen it forcefully. I may be a warrior, but I am still a woman; he should not have done that to me.