My Promised Rejection (Olivia) novel Chapter 103

3 Drawn to Her

Ronan POV

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As soon as we step out of the castle, I’m ready to shift. I’m so pissed at myself for losing control, How dare that f**king little sh*t speak to me with such disrespect? “What the f**k were you thinking,” Agatha says as we make our way to our waiting car. “You wanted me to get close to the girl. That is what I was trying to do. “Starting a fight with the next Vampire King was not part of the plan. Upsetting the new King of Werewolves was not part of the plan. If you have any hope of getting the girl to trust you, then you need to stay in control. You need to gain her trust. I expect better from you, Ronan. Do you want everything we worked so hard to do to be for nothing,” she asks.

“Goddess, I wish she would shut the hell up. Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. I don’t even think she really cares about what happened to our father. All she cares about is power,” Silas says. I was fifteen when I shifted for the first time. Silas is the only true friend I have. The only one I can completely trust to have my back is my wolf. I know he’s right about my Aunt Agatha, but she is the only family I have left. She thinks that I don’t know the truth about the man my father was, but Reagan has told me everything.

He is the only reason I haven’t become the power–thirsty ba**ard my aunt wants me to be. Hell, I wasn’t even interested in attending the coronation, but she insisted. She wanted me to get close to the very people that killed my father. Seeing Della for the first time today, I had a strange feeling settle in my stomach. Hearing her voice and feeling her strength had me truly wanting to spend time with her, but not for nefarious reasons.

Not for my aunt but for myself. I know she doesn’t have her wolf yet because I heard them say she is sixteen too. The only reason I have mine is because I’m a tribid. No one knows that but my aunt and Reagan. Our pack is mostly hybrids but none know that I am part warlock. Even at sixteen, I am stronger than most members of my pack. I’m built like most Alpha wolves but bigger. Della didn’t look like the she–wolves I’m used to being around. She is tiny, especially compared to me.

I thought I would want a she–wolf like Melanie. She is Reagan’s daughter. She is beautiful and of Beta blood. She will give me strong pups if she ends up being my mate, but she does nothing for me or Silas. She also doesn’t have her wolf, so she could still end up being my mate, but I think it’s unlikely.

Another reason I really didn’t want to try to get close to the princess, but now seeing her curves, I can’t stop thinking about her. The minute I saw her talking to that pr*ck, a feeling I’ve never had before overwhelmed me. Placing my hand on her back was my way of telling that a** to back off, but I’m not sure why I care. It’s unlikely she is our mate.

I would know if she was because of Silas, but he felt the same way I did. There was something about her that drew us in, but Silas said it wasn’t the bond. I won’t be like my father. He killed the woman that should have been my mother. Instead, he bred a witch to produce an heir he felt worthy of him. I’m glad I never really spent time with him. I was mostly cared for by the omegas that my father vowed he hated.

It wasn’t until Agatha believed that Della was the midnight wolf that she began to care for me herself. Feeding me her own hatred for the people who took her brother away. After meeting Della today, I think my aunt is chasing a fairy tale. I can’t sense a great power in her. I think she is an ordinary wolf, but there is something about her. Something that makes me want to see her again. Now I just have to figure out how to make that happen.

3 Drawn to Her.

“Are you even listening to me Ronan,” my aunt’s shrill voice snaps me out of my thoughts Sorry

Agatha, I was thinking about how to get close to Della again.” It isn’t a lie, it’s just not for the reason sh thinks. I refuse to be her puppet, but for now she needs to believe I am. I plan to take over the pack one day but right now they are loyal to her. Well all except Reagan. I just have to bide my time, and now I need to figure out why I’m drawn to the future queen of werewolves.

Valor POV

F**k, I didn’t mean to embarrass my family or the kingdom, but seeing his hand on Della had me and Axel

losing our sh*t. I have no idea why, because she isn’t our mate, but there is something about her. The minute she took the stage with her parents, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I won’t make my father’s mistakes by

choosing someone that isn’t my mate, but I need to know why I feel so drawn to her.

She isn’t old enough to have her wolf or Lycan. I’m not sure which she will be, but based on her stature, I’m thinking wolf. She is tiny and makes me feel even bigger than I am. She is also curvy, which I really like. Goddess, what the hell is wrong with me? I’m eighteen and should be focused on finding my fated mate, but

instead I can’t get Della out of my head.

As soon as I get into the car, I wait for my father’s wrath, but it doesn’t come. “Do you want to tell me why you were fighting over the princess,” he asks calmly. How the hell did he know it was over her? He must see the question in my eyes as he looks in the rearview mirror. He chuckles, and my mother slaps his arm. Valor, we saw Princess Della standing near you boys. So what happened? It’s not like you to lose control,” my mother

says.

“It’s strange. I felt drawn to her, but Axel and I don’t think we are mates. It wasn’t like we could sense her scent strongly. Don’t get me wrong, she smelled nice like wildflowers, but it wasn’t intense like I’ve heard a mate’s scent can be. I also didn’t feel the tingles when I touched her hand, but there is something about her. When I saw that a**hole put his hand on her back, I félt jealous. Hell I wanted to rip his arm off.”

“Language Valor,” my mother says, but I can see her smirk in the mirror. “Sometimes things aren’t exactly what they seem. I’ll reach out to grandma? If she can tell us why you are feeling so drawn to Della, she will,” my mother says. “What do you mean if she can tell us? Why wouldn’t she be able to tell us if she was my

mate?”

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