Rejected Mate and Following Fate

Chapter 57: It Won't Change a Thing

"I... Umm. He'll kill us if we don't take …. umm. I don't know what went down, but I have to see for myself what Juan says about this." Deacon is at a loss for words and I can feel every ounce of his bravado slipping away. Deacon visibly swallows a look of confusion running over his face, as he realizes, he just questioned his possible leader, and I swear, he almost sits on the ground such is the way his legs seem to momentarily twitch. 

"I'll kill you if you touch her. So, there's that." Colton reiterates with a head nod and shrug, and I shake my head at Deacon, disgusted in the weakness I see before me and smothered in confidence as my own temper riles.

"Not so tough when you don't have me disabled and stuck alone in a glass room, are you?" I snarl, moving out fully from behind Colton, half expecting him to hush me and send me back, but he doesn't. He turns a slight way to me, catches my eyes with his glowing amber ones and then slides aside slightly to encourage me to come closer. I guess because he knows Deacon is no real threat to me, he relaxes a little, and much like a wild wolf would encourage his mate to participate in a hunt, or teach her, he urges me to him. I mean, he just let his subs berate theirs, so I guess it's my turn. My wolf ignites at the invitation, eyes burning in my skull, and I know I must be glowing as red as Colton's are amber with the tension in the air around us.

"What the fuck." Deacon almost trips backwards as he scrambles a step away and locks an alarmed gawping set of normal human eyes on mine. Shocked at what he sees.

"Miss those pretties, huh. I guess probably because you were busy shooting her in the back!" Colton teases cruelly, pulling me with a hand on my upper arm and slides me near, in front so I'm between Deacon and him. Getting me close even though he wants me to stand up to this asshat, but he needs to know he's also keeping me safe.

"What the hell is wrong with her eyes?" Deacon can't conceal his fear, and this time he does trip trying to get away and lands on his ass. Scrambling as he thuds with a soft noise and tries to reel backwards away from me.

"Nothing… I think their sexy. However, it does mean you had a lucky escape and had my Princessa here not been more concerned about getting the fuck away from you, could have taken down your entire team with minimal effort. Maybe I should let her rebalance the scales if you think you can take her." Colton slides his hand up my back and comes to beside me properly so his hip touches mine, lazily lassoing his arm around my shoulders so it hangs about me casually, and adopts that teen boy lounge of a guy taking the piss out of someone he deems inferior. Deacon hesitates, I can see the questions forming in his head as he looks from Colton to me, and back, and scrambles to his feet, backing away. It's obvious he's rattled, and he keeps gawping at me and then back at his pack as though they're linking. I see the unease as they too, all start to look to one another and shrink closer to the vehicles, our own sub pack moving in and not giving them an inch.

"Why don't we make it fun? If he can take you, his pack gets to leave. If he can't, well…. we kill them." Colton turns to me with a dark expression, a wry smile, his words making the blood in my veins runs cold, but his mind link kicks in immediately.