All Chapters of Fleeing her Rejected Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The strange woman, Irene, doesn’t respond to any more of my questions as to who she is or why I've not heard of her in the duration of my stay here.I’ve lived in this pack for more than a month now and I haven't heard of anyone named Irene.Someone should have mentioned her. Bryce. Mort. Raiden.If they had a mind reading elder in their pack…. they could have used her on me the day i was brought here.”How are you sure they didn’t?”Her smile sends goosebumps skittering down the path of my arm but I shake my head, dispelling the fear that comes with her words and refusing to believe what she’s saying, “If Raiden already knew who I was there’s no reason he’d hide it from me.Raiden wouldn’t do that.”She holds my gaze and I hold hers, letting her see and know that I won't buy into little tricks and lies.If what she’s saying is true then it means all the time i’ve been here, i’ve been living a lie. It would mean Raiden does have another reason for keeping me here. He hasn’t given me a

My heart skips a beat when Raiden shakes his head.He doesn’t. I fucking knew it!I stare at Raiden, waiting for him to say something more, but he doesn’t say anything. He simply sits there, huge and warm, brow furrowed and lines of thought on his head.He’s thinking?He should be reacting. That woman could read my mind. There’s a possibility she could read anybody’s mind. To have someone like that running around in the pack…..“She could be a potential risk.”Raiden nods, “She could have sent the wolf after you so she could kill you and stop you from reporting her presence to me.”I nod, “Exactly! Someone like that is running around in this pack.”Raiden nods again and this time I can't ignore the calm, balanced posture of his form. I can’t ignore how much when I look at him, I remember what it was like to be sitting beside him.I’m not some touch starved maiden waiting for the affection of a man, but my dreams lately would disagree. Having sex dreams of Nikolai…… that’s a sign of so

“Max!”Mort’s voice crashes down the hallway and my heart jumps in my throat, both of us jolt and now my heartbeat really does begin to race. Because there couldn’t have been a worse time for him to come here.”Max.”Mort comes into the room, looking from him to me and trying to make sense of what he’s seeing. For now I glare at him because he’s definitely not getting things done like he said he would.He said he would keep Max from me. That he would distract Max when he came to the pack, yet he’s only just coming here now.”I… I thought you said you would be at the pack borders. We sent a retinue of pack warriors to escort you here.”Max keeps his eyes on me but still responds, “I got lost. I hope I didn't cause much of a problem.”You can hear his vapid superiority in his tone and I can barely stand it. Maybe being around so many Redstones has made him proud too. There’s a saying that Redstone pride rubs off on people.Mort smiles in the way a mediator would and shakes his head, “It

Max comes back to his room and shits on my happy reunion.“Well, what do we have here?”Layla and I have set camp on his bed. While it wasn't the preferred option it was the most suitable one, because Max’s bed is also Layla’s bed. The disguise they used in coming here meant that they could only have one bed.Max is sleeping on the floor of course but you wouldn't guess it by that insufferable look lining his face, “I thought you weren’t meant to be going around revealing who you are. And you,” He turns to Layla, “You haven’t shown me even the barest hint of affection since we came here. How are they supposed to believe I'm shacking up with you if you don’t even look my way?”I peer through my lashes at Max because when Layla makes a choking sound of disgust, there’s something of an annoyance in his eyes.Annoyance and a glimmer of hurt as Layla responds, “It’s bad the maids are making rumors and thinking about it, now you want me to act it out too?”Max clenches his jaws and Layla ch

It’s the warrior female that was with Mor yesterday.I turn back to see the obvious cruel smirk to her lips and the way her locks fall beautifully against her shoulder.Her hair is a beautiful hazelnut brown, rich and shiny. She’s in pants and a shirt today, but it’s obvious there’s been extra attention thrown into her look. The snarky, demeaning, look on her face is still the same as yesterday though.I remember how I went into the woods and sobbed my eyes out because of her and Mor yesterday.Anger, cold as a blade slides its way under my skin, but as it always is with cold anger, its power isn’t in the smashing of fists or shouts and curses. No. Cold anger, always, always, expresses itself first, with a smile.The prettiest smile I know how to wear spreads itself slowly on my face, “No Mor today?”She chuckles, “I suspected you liked getting bitch slapped. What with being a bitch and all. I can manage without Mor today though if you really feel like it.”The smile on my face widens