My Promised Rejection (Olivia) novel Chapter 102

2 Why Can’t I Be Like Others

Della POV

Once I make my way inside the pack house, I head to the kitchen. Many of the omegas look at me with confusion written on their faces as I step into the pantry. “Alright Amethyst, spill it.” “Don’t be mad Della,” she says. “I’m not mad, I’m upset. Why are you keeping things from me? I thought we were in this together.” She whimpers before she speaks again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep things from you. I didn’t expect we would meet our mates so soon. I intended to tell you everything, I promise,” she says.

“Mates, please do not tell me I will have multiple mates. Ronan seems like he is going to be a lot to handle. Does he have a twin brother? Oh my goddess, does that mean our brothers will have one mate? That poor girl. They will drive her nuts. Especially Oliver and Maverick, everything is a competition between them.”

“Della, you are getting sidetracked. I have no idea if our brothers will share a mate, but I do know we won’t,” she says. “Then explain what the hell you meant by potential mate because I’m freaking out.” “The goddess normally pairs wolves she feels that will complete each other. They are essentially two halves of one whole. When the bond is solidified, they are complete. We are different because we are a goddess in our own right like every midnight wolf before us,” she says.

“A goddess, I’m not a goddess.” “We are the embodiment of the goddess in earthly form. That’s why we can enter her realm or any other realm,” she says. My heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest. I knew we were special but a goddess. “We are the same wolf we were an hour ago, Della. This changes nothing about who we are so stop freaking out,” she says.

I take some deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. I know she is right, but hearing her say we are a goddess is a lot to take. “Now back to the mate situation. The goddess is going to give us a choice no other wolf has. She is going to show us potential mates. We will feel the pull and so will they to a certain degree, but until we choose our true mate we won’t feel the full effects of the bond,” Amethyst says.

“Why, why not just pick who she feels is best for us, just like she does for everyone else? I would rather she chose.” Amethyst giggles but this isn’t funny. “Della, we aren’t like everyone else. We have been given many gifts by the goddess and this is just another one. Most wolves would kill for the chance to pick their mate,” she says. “How many,” I ask. “Two, but the goddess isn’t one for sticking to her plans so it could change,” she

says.

I groan and rub my temples. Why can’t I be a normal sixteen–year–old wolf who is worried about finding one mate when they turn eighteen? This is all too much. Another thought strikes me. “What happens to the mate I don’t choose? Do they end up mateless because that seems unfair?” “That’s why you are my perfect human Della. No matter how much you are going through, you worry about others. They will be given a second chance if they are worthy. Your decision will have no bearing on whether they receive that chance or not. It is completely up to the goddess,” Amethyst says.

Before I can ask her another question, my mother nudges our link. “Della, where are you? Are you alrightel feel like you’re upset,” she asks and I smile. “I’m fine, mom. Amethyst and I needed to talk, but I’ll head to the ballroom now.” I can feel her concern, but this isn’t a quick conversation we can have over a link. Later I’ll sit both my parents down and explain everything Amethyst just told me. I step out of the pantry and smile at the

omegas.

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When I step out of the kitchen and into the hallway, I run straight into a hard chest. I can feel myself falling but the floor never comes. An arm wraps around my waist and my first instinct is not to pull away. When I look up into the eyes of the man holding me, I fight the shiver I feel at the darkness staring back at me. “Princess, you should be more careful” he says. He releases me and offers me his hand.

I take it and the same faint tingles dance on my skin. Why is this happening today? I know Amethyst says this is a gift but it feels more like torture. I pray the goddess doesn’t add any more potential mates to the mix. I swear I hear a faint giggle in my mind. “I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself earlier. My name is Valor Rugar, future King of Vampires.” “It’s nice to meet you, Valor. As you know, I am Della Morris, future Queen of the Werewolves.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you princess. My grandfather is the King Jagger of Werewolves of the North Realm, although my Aunt Georgia will soon be taking the crown. King Hudson asked that the vampire kingdom be here today to ensure peace between our kingdoms continues with the change of leadership, not that it’s necessary,” he says.

I finally release his hand, realizing neither of us had pulled away. “My grandfather has been an amazing king, so I’m not surprised. I’m glad your kingdom accepted the invite to maintain peace. Why do you say it’s not necessary?” “My mother and father wouldn’t have it any other way. My mother after all, is a werewolf,” he

says.

“So you are hybrid,” I blurt out and he chuckles. “I am and so is my sister. We are twins and, by birth she should be the next ruler of our kingdom, but she has asked me to take on the responsibility. She has found her mate in the elven kingdom, so I will be taking the throne, but not for some time.” The longer we talk, the more I feel the pull. Does that mean that he is the right choice to be my mate?

A hand on my back startles me. I turn to see Ronan’s dark green eyes. “I was looking for you. I was hoping we could spend more time speaking before I return to my pack,” he says. Amethyst words about them feeling the pull replays in my mind. I have two years to figure out who should be my mate, but I can already tell that

Ronan, despite feeling the pull, is not thrilled about the idea of me being his mate. In fact, I wonder if his

motive for wanting to spend time with me has nothing to do with feeling the pull at all.

Memories of the woman with him earlier and her eyes filled with hatred flash in my mind. That’s the only way I can describe the way she was looking at me. “As you can see, Princess Della and I were speaking, so you’ll

have to find someone else to spend time with. Someone that is actually interested,” Valor says. His eyes changing colors, showing his wolf is at the surface.

He is definitely older than me, but how much older? Ronan moves to get closer to Valor. “Who the hell do

you

think you are talking to” Ronan growls out. “I’m talking to you pup,” Valor says. Ronan growls again, and

before I can stop them, they are throwing punches.

I’m tempted to use my command, but no one can know I have my wolf or who I truly am. I link my father and moments later my father, flanked by people I don’t know move past me. “What the hell is the meaning of this,” he asks. His voice booms through the hallway and everyone freezes. The woman from earlier helps Ronan to his feet. “My apologies for my nephew’s behavior, your majesty, but Lwould like to know what was said that,

made him so angry,” she asks.

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