All Chapters of Fleeing her Rejected Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Raiden’s pov.“Do you think we should wake her up?”Mort, my beta, stands beside me, watching the same scene I am, except he doesn't have a frown on his face, which means that to some extent he finds this funny, but I don't.She looks like she spent the whole night working on this.Multiple sheets of paper are scattered all across the room. There’s also ink smudges on her cheeks, like she was writing things and then rubbing sweaty, nervous, hands on them over and over again. She could have also written on her hand and then wiped that hand on her cheek, or”Why are you staring at her like that?”I snap my gaze to my Beta and see a smirk on his face. The same smirk the bastard always has on when something he shouldn't be thinking about is running through his mind. I mutter as I close the door and head back down the hallway, “You and Morwenna are exactly the same.”Mort simply chuckles, “Maybe that’s because we’re siblings, and nice try, I'm not letting you off that easily. Why were you

Raiden’s eyes lock onto me, and for a few seconds I can't breathe. There’s no air in my chest and I grip the towel tightly. Raiden’s nose flares and on instinct, I make a dash back into the bathroom and shut the door firmly behind me.Fear makes it hard for me to breathe properly, because I know if he decides to break down the door, there’s nothing that will stop him. I’d be the one blamed for whatever he does to me.Me and my stupid forgetfulness.”Are you okay in there?”A frightened squeak leaves my throat. His voice is coming from directly behind the door and my heart begins pounding faster.”Emery? Are you okay?”My mind fails me and I find it hard to produce an answer. Another feeling creeps in slowly. This voice tells me to be calm, and that I have nothing to fear. That voice was never right before.”I’m f..fffine”My chest still heaves lightly but I try not to focus on it. I try not to focus on the panic.”Your heart is racing. Did you hurt yourself?”I shake my head even th

“What’s your second question?”I don’t think I want to ask any more right now. Raiden’s being so honest and open with me, while all I'm doing is not telling him the things he needs to know about me.I’m sitting in his office, hiding in his pack, and the only truthful thing I have told him about myself is my name and the fact that my parents are dead.”How did your parents die?”Raiden appears to silently brace himself again before he responds to me, “They were out on an expedition six years ago.”I settle into the seat and watch a tender light enter his eyes as he continues, “When I was four, my parents decided to become explorers. They developed an obsession in the dying werewolf culture.They wanted to find evidence of how the packs before us lived and thrived. I think they were more than obsessed with it actually. At the time, there was the talk of war between some of the packs. Most packs began to keep to themselves and my parents were trying to distract themselves from what that

Mor stares at me and I don't want to give her the satisfaction of rising to whatever she’s looking for right now.Mor and Mort grew up alongside me, both of them siblings I didn't have, but which I needed especially after the death of my parents.Mor should be my Beta. She’s the only child of her parents, my father’s Beta and his mate, but she refused. She insisted she had a brother who could do the job two times better.Still, sometimes she comes in like this, to interfere in my life and the pack. That’s why we all love her. “Tell me what exactly is happening between you and this stranger.”Her tone is cold and she says the last word with a note of disgust. I respond before I can stop myself, “She’s not a stranger.”Mor chuckles and it’s without mirth. There’s not a tone of warmth in the sound she makes, instead her tone dips even lower and colder as she goes on, “Isn’t she?What do we know about her, Raiden?””She’s not dangerous.”, Mor scoffs at my response and settles into the se

“You know what you have to do, right Raiden?”I don’t want to do anything. I know what she’s asking me to do, but I don't want to. Mor’s tone goes stone cold as she accuses, ”It’s your fault this is happening, Raiden. You let the alliance fall into the hands of an outsider and now we’re going to be forced into an alliance that will probably make us slaves.””I know that!”, Mor’s eyes don’t hold any kindness as she gets up, “Then do what needs to be done.”She leaves my office and it feels like a part of my heart has been wrung out. I know what I have to do, but I don't want to.I don’t want to believe Emery is actually a spy for the Redstones.But the video I've just seen makes this something that I can't ignore. It makes this something that is more than just about me and what I feel. The fate of everyone in my pack lies on my shoulders and I can't let anyone endanger us.Each step I take towards her room is like the banging of a gavel on my chest. I have to do what is best for my p