Chapter 4: The Fallout

Everything happens so fast that my heads spins and I can barely catch my breath. Our imprinting
sends the ceremony into quick disperse and lm dragged away by Santos pack and ushered into an
awaiting car, my clothes thrown in my face and ordered to go to the pack house and be quiet.

Everything is in uproar as though I committed the crime of the century and it rippled through everyone
present. luan exploded magnificently at the possibility that our future Alpha just got betrothed to one of
the lowliest of the packs, and l'm not exactly happy about it either.



I've kept my head down for ten years, stayed out of sight, in the shadows and away from drama the
way others like me have not. Became almost invisible and made no real friends, all with my eye on one
goal of escaping this place without any noise. Only to be put on show on the most important night of my
life, in front of the entire mountain and have everything come crashing down on top of me.

This can't be happening! Ì can barely breathe as the panic sets in that this is not god damn reversible,
and not a small thing that can get brushed aside and me sent on my merry way. Imprinting is for life,
there is only one way out, and that's death!

That is NOT an option for me. We can choose to walk away and ignore it, bụt the bond won't break and
the urge to bind us together will only grow stronger if we fight it. That's how this works, everyone knows
that. lf I leave, l'll crave for him for the rest of my life, until it pushes me to insanity or even death from a
broken soul. lf I stay, then I'Il never be able to fight the need to be with him and Juan made that
excruciatingly clear that it will never happen.

Bustled from car to dark alley and only given seconds to pull my clothes on under my blanket before |
am forcibly pushed in a side door and almost fall flat on my face into a bright corridor. The men charged



with bringing me here are being less than hospitable with their shoving me around and manhandling
me cruelly. I feel like mm covered in bruises and I still have residue blood over my body and face. l 'off'
at the impact of meeting hard floor, body already tired and weak from what | endured tonight.

l'm still reeling from the drugs and the first transformation of my life, on edge, hackles rising, and having
to deal with this new trauma of semi kidnapping. I feel like l'm trapped in some sort of daymare and just
want to wake up before | have an all-out freak out.

We are met by a tall familiar attractive blonde in the hall as she stalks towards me and without missing
a beat, she slaps me hard across the face and sends my flying off my feet and skidding into the wall.
Burning pain engulfing my cheek and eye socket as | groan it out, and spreads across my head and
down my neck, rendering me senseless for a second.

Slightly dazed with the force of that bitch's assault as l try to pick myself back up but fail when a foot
stomps on my spine to force me back down.

“How dare you!! How god damn dare you, you whorel Hes mine... we have dated for two years, and
you think you can sweep in and take him!! You are a god damn nothing, and you have no rights to him!”
she’s livid. Puce with rage and comes bearing down on me, climbing on top of me while winding her
fingers around my throat like a crazed psycho. In my panic l ash back to defend myself, bụt she's
bigger and stronger and the glow of amber in her eyes tell me she's on the verge of turning. She's
another of the pack who turned young and has her gifts well under control while | haven't begin to
explore mine yet. “F'll kill you before | see you take him from me” her grasp tightens and I try to claw at
her face, struggling for breath, panicking, momentary blacking out before she is hauled from on top of
me by two strong arms and lifted high up into the air.

“Enough! She didn't do this anymore than I did!” Coltons voice cuts through her hysterical squealing
and he drops her on her feet away from me. Standing between her and me as he turns to her and tries
to reason and shut her up. His whole body taut and alert, as though he's ready to take her on, and i'm



not sure it won't go that way. Females when angry tend to turn and attack, even people they love. ls
how disputes are resolved most of the time among wolves. Physical fights are the norm, even between
mates. “Go home Carmen, let us deal with this. The elders and the Shaman are coming with my father.
.Just go and let us figure this out.” He sounds pissed, that deep commanding tone, so like his fathers,
only with a boyish edge.

“Why can't they just kill her and be done with it? She's nothing to the pack” she wails at him,
desperately, the noise prickling at my ears so | wince in reaction with an “ahhh” and grasp to cover
them, and I wonder if this is a new thing with my senses. Hearing things more painfully.

“Are you dense? .... Killing her will kill me. Hurting her, hurts me! Even a slap! We imprinted; we are
one. Her soul, my soul... did you never pay attention in class?” He sounds as mad as her now and he
throws a look back down at me, cowering on the floor, dazed and in shock, about the turn of events.
Not mentally ready for any of this.

“Here” he turns, a softness changing his handsome face slightly, making him more appealing, less cold,
and he extends a hand to help me up. Is the first time | ever saw any real humanity in this quy, and it
renders me mute as l let him pull me to my feet. That heat and transference of sparks at the slight
touch makes me jump, and that familiar urge to need more of him, wanting his touch, makes me pull
my hand away quickly. Internally bristling and inhaling fast to cool the sudden heat that rides up my
neck and face. Blushing, l look away to break contact.



He frowns at the sensation too and backs off as soon as he lets me go, obviously uneasy at how much
chemistry is stirring up from something so simple. Is not a secret him and Carmen have been a steady
thing for a long time, so l guess he feels like this is somehow cheating on her. She watches like a hawk;
I can feel her hatred burning through my soul and wishing harm on me. The sting on my face tells me
she probably left a handprint and I try not to glare her way and enrage another outburst.



“| swear to god, Cole....ˆ Her voice breaks and tears spring from her eyes, instantly dampening her
cheeks. “lf you leave me for this little, reject...' For a second, the pure heartbreak in her tone gets at
me, cutting me in the chest, and l’m a little sorry for her. Not really knowing what love feels like, or what
this would do to my heart if it was me. | guess a slap isn't comparable to a devastated soul and the
thought of losing someone you thought was your mate.

That stupid part of me that cares, whether l should or not, and I find myself staring at the floor guiltily as
though somehow accepting I've done something wrong here. I feel ashamed.

“Be quiet. Go home and I'll talk to you later. Right now, we are nothing until this gets rectified. | cant
have two mates.

You know the laws.” Itfs the edge in his tone that signals him executing his dominance and she recoils
quickly, knowing when not to question or argue, even if her face gives away the pain in what he said.
Alphas have a tone, reserved for times when pack animals won't obey. lt somehow renders us mute
and makes us do what is asked of us and this is one of those times. Even l tremble at the effect it has
on everyone present and have to stop myself from slinking back into the shadows.



Not every male has the gift, only those who were born to lead.

“Alora? That's your name, right?” Colton turns to me, surprising me with the change, those chocolate
eyes melting me when we connect and i have to look away again, too pulled towards him for my own
liking and nod shyly. No control over his effect on me and I don't like this one bit. Freedom was calling
to me, and now this, annoying unfightable desire to be Wrapped around the one quy | never wanted to
know.

“Or Lorey... I get called both.” It's a feeble quiet mumble and I inwardly curse myself out for sounding as
weak as his



pack always labelled me. ls no wonder they cast my bloodline to the reject pile. lm no match for an
alpha.

Relax, lm not going to hurt you. Ifs his voice in my head and I flicker up, startled that he spoke to me
inside my mind and not verbally. We are not Supposed to be able to do that when both in human form,
and especially not when were not from the same pack.

How can you......?

| start to ask, replying in the same way without thinking and then inhale sharply as I realize, I just did
the same thing.

I've no idea if that breaks rules considering who he is.

We imprinted. We have a link; we can hear each other even from miles away. No distance is too far. No
one else can

tap into this. IẺs like our own personal telephone line with dampeners.

He isn't looking at me, but watching Carmen walk down the hall, crying into her own hands and
creating a pitiful picture. | i can sense his pain from watching her go and it pains me too. Feeling what
he feels, another down side to now being connected to this guy. I don't want to feel heartbreak or pain
or any of this crap.

i'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this.

The honesty and ache in my response brings his eyes to mine and we do that weird thing, where we
lock eyes, get a tremor of something we can deny, and both look away again. Neither want this, that
much is clear.

You didn't do this. Fate did. Now we just have to figure out how to undo it. if that's even possible.



The hesitation in his tone catches me off guard and despite myself I look at him properly. His side
profile of chiseled square jawline. Sallow skin and dark hair to match those dark eyes and brows.
Colton is tall, muscular, and fit, which is only enhanced by being among the biggest wolves in the pack
even at his age. His family originated from Colombia and you can see his heritage clearly, in the best
kind of way, despite his mother being Caucasian. Me, m just a good old country white. Bland hair, plain
girl, and nothing special or beautiful that I know of. Carmen is a goddess compared to me.



The atmosphere turns cold as a troop of men come marching in from the same door we did, and l'm
pushed out of the way ungraciously by one of them. I get knocked sideways, unable to stop myself, and
for sure know | am spiraling down as l lose my footing. Still on unsure legs after tonight's ceremony and
unable to stop myself.

The low growl and quick reflexes of Colton as he jolts in beside me and catches me to rights, sends my
head

Spinning. His arms lassoing me and stopping my body colliding with the concrete wall, instead hitting
his chest as l grasp on impulsively. His eyes glow amber over my head, as he death glares his
displeasure at the men, unconcealed as that flash of warning oozes from him. That fierce mate
protection coming out instinctively and I honestly don't khow how to react.

Becoming someone's mate is as much about instincts, as anything else. It changes you and makes you
feel, do things, you didn't before. Even if he hated me before this, that need to protect me and look
after me will become his mission in life and vice versa. It's completely crazy and I can't believe it's
happening to me.

His father, however, almost takes his head off with the rage filled below he aims his way. | realize a little
too little, that's who shoved me out of the way so forcefully right then.



“Did you just growl at me?” He snarls our way and Colton curls his fingers around my waist and arm
firmly. Juan lowers his brows severely, and glares at his son furiously, moving into his head link to
continue his chastisement; the way

Colton stiffens around me tells me so.

Locked eye to eye, an intense standoff as the air thickens and his energy bristles. Captured in a tight
embrace l know I shouldn't try and break free from, although my body is responding quite happily to the
contact. Feeling his anger radiating from him and the anxious uptight bubbling inside of me, as l star to
sense what hes feeling. l was never good with aggression and rage. And now the overwhelming
amount he can spit out, as my mood takes on his, has me recoiling.

Colton has a sea of dominant fury inside of him and his hostility knows no bounds. I try to blot out the
projections lm getting and close my eyes to focus on my breathing instead. Combatting growing heat
and pulsing need from his touch, and fear and faintness from all the negative emotions flying between
these two terrifying men. I feel like a piece of raw meat hung between two ferocious beasts. It's like I
don't have full control of my mind or feelings anymore and try as l might, Colton now lives in my body
as much as I do.

All eyes turn on .Juan, so much tension in this room as the elders internally talk so that l cannot hear
them. Colton paces and I can tell he too is privy to what is being said. They are his pack after all, and
two are his blood. Father and

Uncle. He doesn't seem happy and the waves of his anger are all lapping over me and affecting my
own sanity. Dampening the heat, replacing it with his rage.



| can take it anymore, as minutes tick by and my nerves fray to the point | feel like | may scream, some
internal burst Of nervous crazy washes out.





“I'll leave. I dont want this either.” I blurt it out, into the deathly silence as hysteria gets the best of me
and literally

every single face turns to me in shocked response like they suddenly remembered | was here in this
corner.



I know l just spoke out of turn and disrespected everyone in this room, but l'm sat here wearing my own
dried blood, shredded emotions and exhaustion pushing through. My heads a mess, and in the space
of thirty minutes | discovered that being a virgin doesn't mean you cannot get crazy urges to strip naked
and jump someone's bones, even if that someone you previously avoided like the plague. I've pictured
him naked at least twice without even meaning to since he gave me every intimate one of his memories
and some of those are him showering.



What?



“What?”



Both Colton in my head and his dad verbally, in unison and I panic that I just spat this out loud.





“It was the plan, my intentions. | mean after my ... the um, tonight. My turning. I was leaving. Going
away and it doesn't have to change.” l sound insane. Babbling like a fool with verbal diarrhea and
aware of the way all eyes are eating up my weak presentation of my crap contribution. I should have
just run when | had the chance and screwed the running ceremony.



“That won't break the bond. We'll still be connected, still linked. It will just make us miserable. Dort you
see? What happened tonight, it changed everything, for both of us.” Colton sounds deflated and I get
the visual of him and Carmen together kissing, right from his head to mine and have to shake it away
as insane jealousy claws at my insides from out of nowhere, proving his point. Irrational, illogical but
there it is, and he didn't even mean to project his sad thoughts about her my way.



“Then what? Because all | Am hearing is hopeless submission or death!” My anger snaps, and out of
somewhere deep inside, my bravado peaks and pushes me to my feet, voice strong and frustration
seeping through. An inner surge of tingling electricity as my emotions peek and Colton looks at me in a
very odd way. Suddenly stopping and staring insanely into my eyes while furrowing his brow
dramatically, screwing up that cute face.



“They're not amber” he comes out with the most random reply and I blanche at him like he has two
heads and no idea what he's talking about.



“What?” I stammer as he paces towards me.





“Your eyes... when your inner wolf peeks. They're not amber. They're red. No one has red.... we all
have amber.” He stalks towards me, grabbing my hand and spins me to him so he can inspect me
closely. “Show me” He urges, and l gawp at him in bewilderment. Confused at the side-tracking of this
conversation and feeling like I just fell through a reality hole.

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