Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book Chapter 15: Your Gift

“Anyway… why are you here. I thought you were scared of me now.” It’s a half joke, half real question,
because it’s been playing on my mind since the first couple of hours they locked me in this lifeless
room, to listen to the house being mended and boarded up. It’s also my attempt to bring us back from
the intimacy that is now making me uncomfortable as I push a little more space between us. I don’t
even have a cell phone to keep me occupied as I have no friends and the orphanage wasn’t going to
pay for them.

“Hmmm. Ha ha. Actually, it’s sort of about that. Why I’m here I mean. About earlier and your moment of
whatever the hell that was.” Colton’s face turns serious, those pretty eyes under black way too nice
eyebrows, turning back to mine, and I can almost hear the gear switch of his brain as he focuses his
mind on that topic. All tenderness fades away.

“What about it? You came to tell me they all think I’m a freak and a threat and I’m getting moved to an
isolation tank.” I say it so blankly like there’s no feeling behind it, but honestly, it’s had me worried to the
pit of my stomach on and off for hours.

Isolation tanks dampen gifts and make you unable to do anything much about it. If they think I’m some
kind of freak of nature, I can totally see Juan using that as an excuse to contain me. It would solve the
whole imprinting issue and his son being in danger. I would literally live in a steel box, forgotten in some
basement below one of the Santo houses. I could live and rot until I die of age in there. Problem
solved.

“They’re all too busy figuring out what we do about our lands before we’re hit with another attack. This
shit is just the beginning, Lorey. All these years wasted when we should have been preparing and
building an army once more. Now they’re calling on packs from the far reaches to consider uniting and
mounting an offensive. No, you’re low on the list of things they are worried about today... whereas I
have a theory.” He smiles a little at that, a lightness hitting his expression, the look of smug knowledge



spreading into those deepest darkest chocolate eye and that annoyingly sexy smile widening enough to
bring out dimples and showcase very nice teeth.

“Which is?” I sound as unconvinced as I feel, and he smiles all the more, making butterflies erupt low
down in my body and I have to squirm to get them under control. I don’t like the smug, twinkling,
something in his eye. My instincts start to shift and suddenly I feel like wariness might be creeping in
and the aura he’s giving off.

“You have an absorption gift. And that’s what you did. You absorbed the power of the weapon they
used in the orphanage and for a short time you can throw it out there as your own. It’s not a common
gift, and usually they don’t come across devices like the vampire hit you with. It makes sense. You
haven’t learned to contain your power and you were overwhelmed.” He sounds so convinced, actually
pleased at how smart he is for figuring it all out in a logical and almost believable way. I’ve heard of this
type of gift among wolves. Well heard stories and legends, like he said, it’s not common. They absorb
and can use other wolves’ gifts and some they even retain for more than days. They basically turn any
enemies power back on them, and it makes them almost invincible.

“Except …. that weapon, you’re talking about …. it didn’t break anything, I didn’t turn it to protect me,
and it didn’t do any kind of anything outside the house and courtyard. Your father said I sent
shockwaves for miles.” I raise a brow and then sigh at the fact I just disproved something that could
have potentially made me feel better about what happened.

“Maybe you can amplify it, make it more potent. Maybe that’s part of your gift. We could test that out.
Your gifts were dampened by the weapon because you haven’t mastered them, and you didn’t even
know you could. Don’t you see. If you have a powerful gift it could change things for us. My father might
reconsider your place in our pack. We try and see what you can do.” Colton shifts so he’s no longer as
close but half sits, and turns to tower over me, letting the candlelight illuminate his face once more so I
can fully see him. He seems almost pleased, but the doubt and uneasiness inside of me only grows
stronger. Picking up on weird, antsy, signals from him and my inner red alert is starting to pique, even



though I don’t know why. I push it aside and try to ignore it as nothing more than anxiety because of
what he’s saying.

“How? If I don’t know how to harness it, or what to do, or even how to use it.” I query; not sure I’m into
this, but he seems a little too keen. My head spinning with what he’s saying and trying not to dig too
deeply into his father changing his mind on anything. Colton’s being stupid, and we both know my
having a gift that’s above average isn’t going to change the fact I’m one of the shamed and will never
be good enough for an alpha.

“I can trigger you. Absorb mine, see how much you can amplify it back at me. If you can, then his is
huge, Lorey. It means you have a superior power and we might….Don’t you see? You might be a Santo
yet, if you have it in you to become something amazing, a warrior for her people. If my father sees
promise in you, then he might reconsider you enough to let you become one of my pack… and then….”
He tails off, but I can see where his mind is heading, and it now makes sense why Carmen is not high
on his priority list. Colton is looking for a way to claim me as his mate, even after everything he said in
the forest. I guess the bond for the past weeks has made him as miserable as I’ve been, and that’s why
he can’t stay away from me.

It hurts at the same time as making me stupidly emotional. Bittersweet pain riling up in my stomach.
Adoring him for looking for a way for us, for not really giving up on our bond, but being the realist and
shoving hope out like it’s trash.

It sounds ludicrously simple, except for one little problem. Colton is an alpha with all the gifts that go
with that. He’s aggressive, dominant, strong, fast, ruthless, when he needs to be. Can command with a
mental link and get no resistance, can jump at insanely high levels. I mean Colton can scale a house of
many floors in just a leap. I can’t even make it over a brick wall without catching on. I’ve no idea how
he’s going to expose me to any of that and then make me somehow use it on him. Triggering me might
do nothing, or he might maim me in the process without meaning to. I don’t want to do that; I would



never be able to hold my own in a battle with him. He would annihilate me even without wanting or
meaning to.

“I wouldn’t even know how to, and you’re making no sense. Your father isn’t going to do a U turn
because I have a rare gift…. my name and bloodline are what he despises, not my abilities.” I sit up,
pushing myself back against the headboard and slide my butt back until I’m fully nestled, and gaze
down on him.

“Abilities are everything! Don’t be so sure. I’m guessing I have to do something near you, or to you,
using one of my gifts so that you instinctively defend yourself. That’s how it should work in theory.
Instinct taking over and no room to think.” Colton looks away from me, a small muscle in his jawline
clenching that reveals his rarely seen dimples again and I get a tiny surge of uncertainty. He’s thinking
about something, analyzing, worrying, doubting his own decisions and I blink at him a little
apprehensively. I don’t like the vibes he’s giving off, that have all my senses tingling, and now I’m
starting to wonder in what way he might make me want to defend myself.

“So, what you’re saying is… you don’t have any idea either, how to actually do this, right?” I point out,
rolling my eyes and playfully shove him in the shoulder in a bid to kill the tension and to get him to drop
this stupid direction of thought. He’s making me nervous and I don’t like it.

“Hey… don’t question the man with the brains. Of course, I know what I’m doing, and I have a full
proof, well, almost full proof, plan. You just need to not hate me after this…. Or kill me because that
would be counterproductive.” He may sound like he’s joking with me, but there’s a U turn in his mood
and a seriousness clouding over it that doesn’t reach his smile. A severe tingle of apprehension hits me
in the gut as I pick up again on an undertone between us. An inkling of something hitting out at me
that’s subtly under the surface of his jokey manner and fast smirks. I can’t put my finger on it, but
catching him looking me over with a slightly vacant gaze, the tiniest of wrinkles between those brows of
his and the hint of muscle twinge in his jaw, my stomach sinks and nerves seem to overwhelm me



instantly. I tense and become aware of the fact, that for the first time since we bonded, I feel like I
shouldn’t trust him at all.

“Don’t hold back.” He breathes it out and doesn’t give me a chance to respond to that weird command.
I frown, mouth opening to say ‘What?’ but he grabs me by my hips, yanks me down the bed and jumps
on top of me in under a second, using hyper speed and insane reflexes so I haven’t even time for a
breath, or a blink. I yelp with the surprise of the maneuver, winded with his sudden weight on top of me,
aggressively heavy, his body fitting snugly against mine in every way so he’s literally nose to nose with
me and I can’t move an inch. My hands pinned to the cushions beside my head by his, and ankles
shoved apart by his feet, viciously. Stunned and suddenly feeling all kinds of things that conflict and
collide, I gawp at him, heart rate pounding up to insane levels and start to squirm in his harsh grip.

“What are you doing? Colton, get off of me.” I whisper huskily against him, panic flashing that this
doesn’t feel right, or like that first time we started to mark but he has me completely immobile. I’m
instantly a little too hot, and internally pulsing, for my liking, as the bond need for sex begins to boil up
inside of me instinctively, misinterpreting our body contact, but somehow it’s not the same, and it dies
when I realize it’s not radiating back at me at all. This isn’t lust driven and consensual. This isn’t
seduction and a willingness to mate with me to seal our bond at all. He hasn’t even attempted to kiss
me and he’s avoiding looking me in the eye properly.

Colton turns off all of his emotions and our link so that he completely shuts me out internally and I feel it
go black almost the second he does, bringing my frenzied fear further to the surface. His face somber,
a wall coming up between us as his eyes glow amber but not how they should between mates. For a
second, I catch a fleeting second where he seems like he isn’t sure, and I swear there’s a sweep of
regret. My internal self-preservation mode tries to reach out and warn me to get out of this now, but it’s
too late. I can’t move.

“Forcing your hand. I’m sorry in advance, but we got to try. Don’t hate me for this. I won’t hold back
either.” It’s barley above a whisper and I blanche at him.



“Wha….?” I don’t get the question out, because Colton is all over me in a flash, his touch from tight to
harsh, his eyes glowing amber at ridiculous levels of fire and brightness and illuminate between us
terrifyingly. Using his speed and strength to lasso me within his body, he flips me over to my stomach,
so I’m almost smothered by the pillows on the bed and lose sight of everything, pinning me down,
forcing my wrists together over my head with one hand, his feet kicking my legs apart and pushing my
clothes down with his now free hand.

It all happens so fast that at first, I’m caught frozen, unable to catch a breath and absorb what he’s
doing until the overwhelming terror hits me hard in the stomach. He’s yanking my clothes down and up
to expose my naked body and follows with cruel grabbing and nipping of my skin with his semi
elongated teeth. Dominating me horribly, in a way that mates don’t.

I gasp at first, in shock, as I try to fight him off, wriggling, bucking, squirming as much as I can, internal
panic consuming me as he exposes enough of my body to make it clear what he’s going to do to me.
My ass upwards, his groin in behind me as he completely uncovers my lower body and gives himself
access to fuck me from behind.

Stop it! what’re you doing? Let me go, Colton…. You’re hurting me. You’re scaring me. Please don’t,
not like this! Colton, please!! I wail and beg, sobs and tears adding to the suffocation as I turn my head
from side to side to be able to breathe. I can’t get loose at all. My mind manic, but it’s like bouncing
words off a brick wall, because he’s closed the link and is trying his hardest to keep me shut out. He
pushes a hand on the back of my head and forces my face down, back into the pillows to quieten me
and keep me submissive as he yanks his own clothes off, binding me still with sheer strength and
keeping me imprisoned in the position he wants as he gets naked. He’s gone inside himself, locking
down with determination and suddenly I don’t feel like I know him at all. Our bond is momentarily
meaningless and what he intends to do will change forever what we are.

Colton turns increasingly hostile, as though sensing my fear goads him on, using aggression, his brute
force, to apply pressure and pain on me, like he wants to push me into turning more than he’s doing



already. Somewhere in the back of my brain, sense and logic is trying to claw something back to the
forefront but I’m too lost in hysteria to think straight.

His commanding strength which is easily overpowering me is more than enough to keep me this way.
His whole mood and manner changing, his body bristling, as he half turns to beast and I physically feel
it oozing from him as smooth skin furs up around me. Stupidly, I wonder if it’s even allowed, to rape a
femme in human form, while turned to wolf. Surely that kind of damage will kill me. I don’t think sex
between the two are allowed even consensually, given wolves are four times a human in size and I’m
sure that goes for genitals too. His non concern for how much he’s hurting me tells me I’m his prey and
he isn’t going to stop for anything and doesn’t seem to care that I’m human and not willing at all.

I start to struggle again, sobbing crazily, gasping painfully, heart pounding erratically, hating how
useless I am against this, but he rips my top open and sinks his head down instantly, letting his teeth
extend as he brutally drags them across my spine, leaving extreme pain and blood in his wake. I wail in
agony, writhing under him, trying to haul my legs closed but he wedges a knee between them, to force
me to stay open.

My skin stings and burns to instant welts as fabric rips across my shoulders, and he drags what’s left of
my coverings off, burning and marking me with the assault of their removal. His claws rakes over my
body as it makes its way over my ass, thigh, roughly scraping my skin as he circles under and heads
for my core with very obvious intent.

“No, no, NOOOO!!!” I scream so loud, my voice cracks and my throat burns with searing agony. He has
me held taut, stretched out and fully accessible to do whatever he wants to do to me. Imprinted or not.
Destined mates or not. It always has to be consensual and no matter how hot you are for your chosen,
force is never an option.



It’s a cardinal sin to take your mate without her say so, without her willingness. Femmes are to be
treasured by their dominant, respected, cared for. Rape is a crime in our lands that could get him hung.
Only the scum and outcasts would so such an awful thing, even to my kind.

I can’t believe Colton would rape me…. I can’t believe I was ever bonded to someone who could do
this to me. Or why? This isn’t him; this isn’t who I felt him to be when we imprinted. My head is trying to
make sense of this, something nagging in the depths, but terror takes over and logic dies a death.

I buck, I close my eyes as his claws inch between my legs, getting closer to defiling me and taking from
me what is no longer his to take. Twisting and turning my body in useless defense and trying to push
him from between my thighs to no avail. Trying to bite, even though my face is crushed to the soft
plushness of the bed cushions, aware my teeth are extending, but he has my head all but wedged
between my arms, unable to get free anymore.

His voice ricochets inside my head painfully, making my brain shudder as he reopens the link suddenly.
Instantly assaulting my senses with the extreme loudness of his booming tone, his dominant gift, to
further control me and I know I’m completely powerless against him.

STOP FIGHTING ME AND LET ME TAKE YOU. I WANT WHATS MINE!

Like before my body and voice is momentarily lost, outraged, hating him with every ounce of my soul,
clawing back with a need to save myself from what he intends to do but it sparks something inside of
me. That sudden surge of anger, rage, and power, fighting him with everything I have, to break free and
defy him, for ever thinking he could do this to me.

I’m not a possession or an object. I’m not trash, to be used as he pleases and commanded by his will. I
‘m a heart and soul and a body which deserves to be treated as any other. I’m not nothing! … I’m a
Whyte, and once upon a time, our kind was respected, loved, and accepted. He can’t reject me then
think I’m his to abuse or ruin for any other mate. I’m worthy and HE is NOT!



HOW DARE HE THINK HE CAN BRUTALISE ME THIS WAY!!!!

I combust, like an inner mind implosion all over again, and everything goes black this time, as my brain
gives out completely.

 


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