My Promised Rejection (Olivia) novel Chapter 129

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Ronan POV

“What the hell happened,” Reagan growls. “Answer him,” I say, knowing despite everything she did, she is still their daughter. “She was fine. We had escorted her to the cell as you ordered Alpha. The three guards were outside the cell. Twenty minutes later she screamed and fell to the ground. Her body started to convulse. We called the pack doc immediately, but she still hasn’t woken up. I don’t understand what happened. We brought her from here to there. She spoke to no one. None of the pack members even got close to her. No one was in the cell with her. It doesn’t make any sense. She was fine one minute, and then she wasn’t,” he says.

“Take me to her,” Della says. The guard looks at me and I nod. I turn to Reagan, who is holding his mate like she is his lifeline. I’ve never seen him look so broken in all the years I’ve known him. I think they knew Melanie would be punished but had hoped her life would be spared. Now they are faced with the real possibility that she could die. Reagan’s eyes meet mine before I turn to follow the others. It doesn’t take me long to catch up with Della and

Valor.

The emergency care unit is in the opposite direction of Reagan’s room. As soon as we step through the double doors, I can hear orders being barked from the pack doctor. Della’s steps don’t falter as she heads toward the room that is a flurry of activity. As the room completely comes into view, I hear the doctor’s deep voice say the word “clear.” A pit forms in my stomach. I don’t need to be a doctor to know that means they are losing her.

My thoughts immediately go to Reagan and Maureen. I have no idea if she will pull through this, but they have the right to say their goodbyes if she doesn’t. I nudge Reagan’s link, hoping the residual wolfsbane won’t hinder our connection. “What’s happening, Ronan,” he asks, his voice frantic. “It’s not good, Reagan.” “Where is she? Maureen and I need to be there. I know what she did but she is still my little girl,” he says, his voice barely audible. “I’ll send a warrior to get you. He can push you in the wheelchair,” I start to say, and he cuts me off.

“Like hell. Razor has me almost healed. I’m walking on my own two feet,” he growls. “She is in the first room of the emergency care wing. He cuts the link and, for the first time since we stepped into the room, my eyes meet Della’s. She had moved close to Melanie’s bed despite the protests of the doctor. My growl had him back down but they continued to work around

her.

I watch her reach out and touch Melanie’s bare foot. My hearts starts to beat faster. I look at Valor and he looks as panicked as I feel. I was worried for a moment that she was going to try and heal her. I know that sounds terrible and it’s not because I want Melanie to die, but I won’t have Della reveal herself to the people in this room. I have no idea which ones are loyal

to Agatha. After realizing today that bar and Jasper was part warlock have an das wa eise Agatha has been hiding

A big part of me wishes that Reagan demanded the Alphe stle as Bate of the pack Everything in me wants to find Agatha and send her to meet her Brother but have no des what we will be facing. I know Della is strong but we are talking about a pack full of yes “Ronan, I can’t save her.” I almost fall over when I hear Della’s voice in my head Hour the is that possible? “She is a goddess on earth. She is one of the most powerful wolves ever created. You can’t even begin to fathom the powers she holds Slas says.

Before I can ask him even one of the hundreds of questions about what he just said, the door to the room flies open. Reagan steps into the room with Maureen tucked under his am ter sob the minute she sees her daughter makes my chest ache. Why the hell was sie so mu to go against everything she has been taught as a pup. I’m trying not to be angry with her out the anguish on her parents face is making it difficult. I know that ultimately this was my aunt’s doing but proving it will be a different matter

Agatha POV

The silence of the office has bile rising in my throat. How did everything go so sideways?! knew that little b**ch was the wolf that Cassandra so desperately wanted. The day more of the warrior returned I knew it was because the Midnight wolf was living in the Red Moon “Aggie, you look green around the gills. Don’t tell me you’ve grown a conscious all of a sudden because I’d be hard–pressed to believe it.”

I turn and come face to face with Rork. Despite his refusal to accept our bond it remains intact because he never formally rejected me. He hasn’t visited the pack in months and today he shows up. I’m sure Micah told him about the situation with Melanie and Jasper’s death

“I am not upset about the little b**ch dying Rork. I’m upset because you couldn’t wait until the unwanted visitors left. You could have simply knocked her out or silenced her until they were gone. Was it truly necessary to feed her so much of the darkness?” “She is a loose end. and you know how I feel about those, Aggie. Now tell me about these unwanted visitors,” he

says.

“It seems my nephew has become friendly with the future Queen of Werewolves and future King of Vampires. They are both here. Which is why we should have waited to deal with Melanie. We could have done it more discreetly and less painfully.” “Aww you sound like you actually have a heart Aggie and we both know that is not true. The only thing you are worried about is power,” he says.

It’s one of the things I’ve respected about you all these years. Hell, you don’t care a shred about that ba**ard you call a nephew. The only reason you didn’t get rid of him after you and my sister realized he wasn’t the Midnight wolf is because he was going to be stronger than

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any other member of your pack. You wanted a puppet with powers that could make you something more than Roger’s little sister,” he says.

“F**k you, Rork. Why are you being so antagonistic?” “Why? Because you think you have some power over me. You don’t tell me how to handle anything,” he says before his hand shoots out and wraps around my throat. “You do not question me again, Aggie. I may not accept our bond, but you are still mine to do with what I want. I am still your master. If I want to slaughter this whole pack I’ll f**king do it. You think I care about your little plan that was never going to work, I don’t. Do not piss me off. My patience is running out,” he says.

I pull at his hands as he tightens his hold before he finally releases me. I cough and try to pull air into my lungs. “He is close to her. I saw it for myself today. When I walked into the room, she was in his arms.” His eyes darken, and I feel a twinge of jealousy. His hand reaches out with a softness that is unlike him. Even when he f**ks me, it is feral and rough. Not that I don’t enjoy it. A sinister smile spreads across his face and I fight the urge to step back from

him.

“Your nephew might be useful for something after all. She is for sure more powerful than me, but she has a weakness that I will never have,” he says with a smirk. I stay silent waiting for him to continue. “It sounds like she cares about Ronan. She won’t want to see him harmed, and he is no match for my magic. Threatening him will keep her in line. I can’t wait to see all the things I can make her do just by threatening him,” he says.

“She is still a child.” “I may force my mark on her neck, but I won’t take her until she is of age. Until then, I have you for my needs,” he says. My wolf pushes forward, anger bubbling inside us hearing him speak about marking her. I was meant to bare his mark. He may have his plan but I have mine. I have no intention of allowing that b**ch to be queen or to have my mate. She may be strong, but Rork has given me enough of the darkness to kill even the Midnight wolf.

Ronan doesn’t know it yet, but he is going to be the one to give it to her after I give him the persuasion elixir. “Don’t be jealous, Aggie. I have no intention of casting you aside completely. I mean the goddess did choose you for me. You will be my concubine once I’ve finally made the Midnight Wolf my chosen. I will give you a place in the castle I build, and I will visit you often,” he says. I want to bristle at his words, but I keep myself still.

“You won’t have the title of queen, but you were never meant to. Now I’d like to get a look at my future queen. The darkness should have completely taken hold by now and the pup should be gone. Shall we go check on your pack member and offer our sympathies to that pr*ck Reagan? I had hoped he would be dead, but we won’t let him grieve too long before he joins his daughter. Once your pathetic nephew leaves the pack again, I’ll handle his death myself so there are no more mistakes,” he says.