Rejected Mate and Following Fate

“You did it, baby. Look at our girls!” Colton’s excited tone pulls me out of my fatigue as he mops my brow and tries to dry up the
sweat that’s cascading like a waterfall. The cries of newborns ringing in my ears after what seems like the longest and most
hellish night of my life. I can barely stay awake. A new day is peeking at us from outside the curtains which he drew at some
point when the light got too intense. Everything feels surreal and it’s hard now to imagine I just spent so many hours going
through the trauma of childbirth while the world is still. The memory of the pain is already subsiding.
My emotions are fried and the eagerness to lay eyes on them is the only thing keeping me conscious while my limbs cry to give
out. My body is tender and heavy like a deadweight, but I am so glad it’s finally over. I should turn to self heal but I can’t muster
the energy and would rather sleep after holding my babies.
“Here you are, momma. Two healthy girls and beautiful, just like you.” Marda leans down over me and places one from each arm
on my chest. Instinctively I nurse them against me as they look to be fed and Colton helps pull open my nightdress shirt and
assists. He’s a natural and been so good these past hours, keeping me sane, anticipating my needs and watching over me. I
don’t think I could have done this without him.
My eyes mist with tears as this insane overwhelming love and adoration fills my heart to brimming at the mere presence of these
two tiny lives. An all-encompassing emotion that I have never experienced before until I laid eyes on the beauty of our girls. It’s
that knowledge that from here on in I will do anything to protect and love them, even die to ensure their safety. Perfect in every
way and my priority now. Small and delicate but completely formed in miniature.
Each has a spattering of fine light hair, downy soft, much like mine, even if they are still covered in the mess from birth. The
sallower skin of Colton and his Columbian genes, but the features are a combination of both of us as children in one face. I
watch in fascination at one and then the other as they try to latch on to nurse. Finding their own way instinctively to source my
milk and without hesitation. Little tiny eyelashes flickering open as I lock eyes for the first time on the new creations that have
been growing within me for months. It doesn’t feel real and I can’t believe that we made these precious little beings.
I stop mid breath as first one flickers bright glowing blue my way, blinking and sleepy eyed, a sign of Colton’s magic within and
the other glows red. As clear as switching ion a light in the pitch dark. Both stare at me for a moment, somehow focusing on the
body they seem to recognize as mother and Colton sees it too before they drift closed and focus on suckling. My heart leaps into
my throat and my mind slides into frantic overtime at what this might mean. We always knew the genetics might mean the girls
would not be as Lychan as we hoped, or that they might have obvious gifts like Colton and I now do, but I didn’t expect it to be
prominent from the get go.

We exchange concerned glances, that inner fear of their differences to normal pups, and Marda pats me atop my head with a
motherly smile. Seeing our worry and sensing the sudden change in atmosphere between us.
“Gifts are present at birth only fleetingly; it doesn’t mean anything right now. As they grow what they can do will become more
prominent and sometimes things fade away. It’s just an eye color, they all change quickly into the daytime human shade soon
enough. Lychan babies are born with glowing amber. It doesn’t mean anything.”
I eye her dubiously trying to think back to my childhood and the lack of my abilities until my awakening ceremony. I’m not sure
that Colton’s magical gifts would have been so concealed if Sierra hadn’t bound us so I can’t be assured that our babies won’t
have something in infancy that shows up.
“It doesn’t matter what is more prominent. They’re our girls and the pack know they might be different to them. If Lychan isn’t the
dominant gene, then we won’t care, and we’ll love them regardless. We’ll deal with whatever gifts are thrown at us.” Colton
scoops my hand in his and soothes me with his words. That tone of dominant alpha on show because he’s stubborn and he
means every word.
“I don’t want them to feel different and unwanted. I want them to grow up feeling they fit in.” Something I never did, and it worries
me now that they will be noticeably different to Lychan pups. Pups don’t have gifts in childhood at all, not until their own
awakening. I never knew they were born with amber eyes so maybe I am worrying about nothing, and my babies won’t display
any difference to other children for a long time. I might be overthinking.
I pull them closer and snuggle my face nearer, inhaling that baby scent that’s unique and now part of them. A smell I know I will
become addicted to in time and will eventually pine for when it fades as they age. Colton leans in and strokes them both gently
over their tiny skulls before kissing both on the forehead. Immersed in his own overflowing love for his daughters. I can feel it in
him, and we share the emotions while smiling down at two gorgeous little heads.
“They’re perfect. The pack will welcome them with open arms and love them as much as we do.” Marda wanders away, folding
muslin cloths and fills a bowl with fresh water before strolling back and offering it to Colton to keep tending to my face and neck.
I’ve stopped sweating but my skin is damp and clammy, and she nods as he takes it to administer some care to me.
“Have you decided on names? I know you didn’t want to reveal them until they were born.”
“We have.” Colton is the one to reply. “Eve and Eden. It somehow seems fitting for the first tribrids to ever grace our lands. I think
they look like an Eve ...” he points to the smaller of the two girls, the one with the blue eyes, “And an Eden” he strokes my hand
over our red eyed girl’s back, reading my mind in how we are to name them even though both are practically mirror images of

one another. Somehow their names seem to fit. Identical twins with similar names but completely different meanings. Eden
means ‘delight’ and Eve means ‘full of life’. We spent so long tossing names back and forth before settling on those.
“Pretty names for pretty girls. Girls that I am sure will go on to achieve great things for the Santo pack.” Marda pats Colton on the
shoulder and wanders off to leave us to our feeding session.
“We can announce it to that lot out there. I’ll tell them you need time to feed them and pull yourself together and then I’ll take the
babies out for them to see and let you rest. I won’t let any visitors in until you’ve slept, and I’ll make sure our parents are the first.
Both are waiting downstairs.” Colton brushes a kiss across my temple, back in nurturing carer mode. “I’m really proud of you.
They’re healthy and perfect and you did so well.”
“Not doing it again in a hurry.” I smile weakly and settle my head back into my pillows to relax and dose while they continue to
suckle. I’m exhausted and not all that sad about his no visitor rule for a few hours. I feel bad knowing I am keeping my father
waiting, but I really am in no fit state just yet.
Marda starts to tend to the bed clothes which are all pushed way down below my feet. Switching out the blood soaked messy for
clean fresh linen, and Colton lifts my legs to help her change them.
“I’ll be back soon.” Colton stops fussing over me and goes to do what he said while Marda takes the time to my body and helps
me to maneuver without disturbing the girls as she dresses me in my pajamas on the lower half and tucks me into a fresh bed.
“Enjoy the quiet before the storm, Luna. After this the visitors and well wishers and resting time will be harder to find. Don’t let
them overwhelm you. Take your time to recover, to bond with your girls. The pack can wait. Tradition is that we used to wait
fourteen days before the Luna brought out the newborns to show them to the pack and I wish that was still the norm. Mother’s
need respite as most like you, want to recover naturally without turning. They somehow feel the achievement means more when
they allow a slower healing process and the bond to their children is stronger.”
“I understand that. After going through all of this, I don’t want to wipe it away as if the last hours were nothing. I want to linger in
my exhaustion and relief that pain is over. Maybe in a day or two I’ll turn and get back to fit but it’s been so long staying human
that I’m in no hurry.”
I can’t explain it, but I understand what she means. The experience is tied up in the agony and the exhaustion. I want to hold
onto every precious moment and memory of birth.
“What now, Luna?” Marda comes to sit on the edge of the bed and checks the feeding position, stroking little skulls and smiling
with a warmth of a woman who has mothered her own little ones with her full heart.

“We take each day as it comes, and we see what happens. My father, Sierra, all will come up soon enough to welcome our next
generation and life will move on. I don’t know what the future holds but I know that Colton and I will do everything in our power
from here on in to always protect them.”
And we will. No matter what it takes or what life throws at us. We survived wars and so much worse. We will always do
everything in our power to protect our family.
“My gut tells me these two will be important to our species one day. We’ve never had anything quite like them and it will be a
wonderful thing to watch as they develop their natural abilities.” Marda admires them and reaches out to stroke the hair from my
damp face with the gentlest of touches.
“Doc has requested that he be allowed to monitor them as they do. To record their progress and document changes. He thinks it
will be an amazing addition to his research of non-human species. His eternal fascination of Lychans and immortals.” I smile
warmly at that as I say it. Conjuring up our eccentric adopted Uncle who sometimes visits from his research lab to keep Sierra up
to date, and generally because he misses us. He’s become a part of the Santo family and the pack adore him as much as we do.
A never-ending source of knowledge for our kind in matters we never understood before.
“Juan Santo really should regret everything he lost. His own grandchildren, how amazing his son is. The rebuild of the pack.”
Marda’s face crumbles a little at the thought of the Alpha who ruled for most of her life, and I’m sobered by the sound of his
name. many older Lychan like her still hold him in a place in their hearts for the years before he changed and led us all into
misery.
A few months ago, my father informed us Juan passed away not long after he was taken prisoner. With vengeance and hate
replaced with a desire to bond with me, he no longer had the stomach for torture and allowed Juan to leave this world once and
for all. It was quick, as painless a death as could be at the hands of vampires mauling you to death, and Colton never mentioned
it again. He’s gone, the evil that started everything and yet there’s a part of me that aches for Colton because I know deep down,
he wishes his father had been different in the end. I’m sad that my girls lack a grandfather because he was so caught up in his
own madness he forgot what love and family was.
“Only sunny skies and happier days from here on in, right?” Marda pats me once more and gets up from the bed as the door
clicks open and Colton slides back in, beaming from ear to ear. Obvious happiness and glee etched from head to foot, and I
know it’s from the excitement of our friends, family, and pack outside waiting patiently.

“I love my life. What more could I ask for but all my girls.” He beams enthusiastically and scoots back to my side, hopping on the
bed and slides an arm under my head to cuddle up close and watch our children sleep.
“You say that now, but you haven’t met night feeds or tantrums yet.” I giggle and nuzzle against him, closing my eyes to sleep
because I know he will stand guard and move our kids when they are done feeding. When I am out cold he’ll take them to meet
their family.
“Bring it on. There’s nothing in this life that you can throw at me that I won’t handle like a boss.” He kisses me on the temple with
passion, squeezes me tight and I relax, rest assured that he means it because I know it’s true.
AUTHORS NOTE - This is the End of Awakening but not the end of the Series. I do have more books related to this planned but
this will be the last from Alora's story.
Thank you all so much for sticking with it and see you in the next book xx