All Chapters of Rejected by her Alpha Mate Colin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Losing HopeColin's body froze when he sets his eyes on a deer. His hands slowly went to the back of his boots where he hid a dagger. Pulling it out slowly, he was about to throw it out with the intent to kill the deer but he heard Rider's rattled voice.She took the twin! She ran away!All muscles in his body froze at the very moment he heard the dreadful news."Colin! Move! Let's move!" Flynn shouted near his ear. He had to slap Colin to make him snap out of it.And with the help of that, Colin came back to a reality he swears to never live on. He's back again to an even more terrifying reality of losing the twins.His hands gripped the dagger, he was ready to throw it to Rider instead who was the one to blame for what happened."I told you to keep your eyes on them!" he screamed, his chest bursting with anger.Rider stepped back, his cheeks flustered from being angry and nervous at the same time, and his chest heaving with a lungful of breath.Seeing Colin this angry is among his w

His eyes might go dry but he will never blink away from this moment. He was yet to recover from the injury he got in the back of his head, the cuts all over his leg and around his back still ache at every small twist and turn but seeing the twins, his twins, makes every pain he was feeling more bearable. Colin could count the times he cried. One, was when he got his first ever heartbreak, two, the most painful yet to him, when Elinor left him, and third, was when he heard her cry herself to sleep every night.He did not know then that one can really cry out of happiness. The fourth time he cried was right at that moment, inside the rogue's run-down cabin where he was once again staring at the curious, wide-eyed faces of his children.The cloaked man, the rogue, and even Flynn included, stood still in one part of the small room. They stood and witnessed a long-awaited meeting of a father and his lost twins.One of the twins, the one with a blue rugged dress took a step closer to Colin

StitchesThat same night, Elinor tucked Cressida and Emory to sleep. As much as she wanted to keep them awake so she could watch them move, and hear them telling her their stories, she knew they needed rest the most.The door of her bedroom creaked, she turned her head over, and there, she saw Colin, leaning against the door frame.His long black hair is free, cascading down to his shoulder. A few locks covered his eyes. There is a sash wrapped around his waist, arrows were hooked to it. He looked very regal in her eyes, despite the apparent dirt spread around his kilt."You should rest, too," he said. There was a golden glow in his face from the lamp. It made the scar on his cheek more noticeable.Elinor wanted to trace his scar with her hand."I cannot sleep," she said, turning her attention back to the twins who were in deep slumber. "May I come in?"Elinor stopped and contemplated letting him inside. There is still this wary inside her whenever he's near.After some awkward sile

In less than a month, a tradition known to every single pack that populates Ashmore will take place. It is the day a new Alpha would take over in its pack.The La Muerte. It means death. Death of the werewolves that had tried to fight but were overpowered and conquered by one worthy werewolf. To be an Alpha, one would compete in a ruthless battle among the other werewolves who wished to claim the title. There seems to be one and only goal in that battle: To prove your strength, willpower, and capability to lead, and above all, your ability to attack to kill.But that depends entirely on the pack's current Alpha and Luna.They could choose either that, a one-day battle will ensue among potential, hand-picked participants, or someone that is a descendant of a current Alpha, favorably, male werewolf.The Bloody Immortals Pack, one that is led by Conrad and Tatiana for ninety-nine years, is not really fond of battles.Since they had Colin as their only son, he can very well rise to the

Stealing Glances The stone rolled over down the cobbled path as he kicked it. Suddenly, it reminds him of Elinor's pearl in their first meeting behind the local pub."I haven't been here before," said Suzanne to Elinor.He was walking behind them, but his eyes were all over Elinor's back. Her slender neck, and her red hair in a tiny bun with some curls poking out and dangling around.God, he wished he was near her. He wished he still had the luxury of just touching her anywhere else and anytime he wanted to.But in their status right now, he no longer had that kind of access. He knew Elinor was one raging woman. But he is ready to ride all her raging waves because he knows that she will become calm again. His love for her stayed the same."Neither am I," Elinor said to Suzanne.Not long after, they reached the boutique where a local modiste sews clothing and dresses."I lived very far away, so I brought almost half of my dresses to the estate. But I surely would not mind if I bought