Awakening (2 book series)
Awakening – Rejected Mate Chapter 83

Deacon blanks me completely, waves a dismissive hand at me like he has the last word and leaves. Stalking back the way we came, like an arrogant shit head who needs to go choke.

I honestly cannot stand that guy and if I could turn, god, he would be first on my hitlist for being air punched across the room. I have enough rage bubbling through my veins to ignite it, but unfortunately, no actual ability in this weird futuristic building. All I need is an ounce of use to link Colton, tell him where his mom is, and bust everyone's a*s in here. I have enough rage that I think I could, maybe. I just wish I'd been bright enough to replace and use that gift when they chased me through the damn forest. I only have myself to blame for not being able to harness my own fate given gift.

As soon as I watch him storm off into the elevator and completely disappear, I turn my attention back to the room across the floor from me and focus on that lifeless sleeping body. She's twenty feet away at the least, maybe more, but these glass walls, although thick, don't keep the sound out. The low beep, beep, and swoosh, of her life support is humming and repeating subtly in the air around us now that a*****e has gone, and the place is almost silent once more. I lean forward until my palms touch the glass, only this time softly, and press my forehead to it so I can steady my still pretty weak self and stare at the side profile of the figure laid out over there. Instantly enveloped in a feeling of hopelessness as I watch her lifeless form. She's been down here like this for god knows how many years, and I can't believe Juan would do this to his own mate. It's like he just put her aside, and forgot about her, and the only reason she's even alive is because their link would kill him if he let her die. So, this is what he does. Breaking the bonds and rules of being mated. He's not protecting her or caring for her in sickness and health. He isn't allowing the pack to nurture their Luna the way they're meant to. He's ashamed and hiding her in a place no one knows about. There's no dignity in what they've done to her, and the doctor slipped out and made it clear there's nothing wrong with her mind. Juan obviously has other reasons for keeping her down here if madness is not it, and I will her to give me some sort of sign that she knows I'm here.

"Hey...... Luna Sierra, can you hear me?!" I yell as loud as I can, hurting my throat in the process with scratchy rawness, but it doesn't elicit any response, not even a change in heart rate on one of her many machines. I watch carefully, listen to the sounds, but there's nothing. "Can you hear me?" I try again, not as loud, but my throat aches with the effort and I cough drily, giving up on that method quickly.

I sigh, sliding down the glass and watch her desperately, trying to figure out how someone in a building that blocks gifts, in an induced coma, could somehow reach out to me and guide me to her with the weird dreams and urges to come east. It doesn't make sense now that I see her and know she can't call to me. In fact, she doesn't seem like she can do very much of anything at all, except maybe breath on her own as she doesn't have any kind of ventilator over there. She didn't urge me here, there's simply no way in hell it could have been her. She's all but a vegetable down here.

The only answer I can think of is maybe the fates did this instead, and it wasn't her at all, but I guess I'm not about to replace out. If I thought she had answers, then it's pretty clear she won't be giving me them and this is a dead end. The fates delivered me back to Juan for absolutely nothing. And when he gets here, knowing I found this place and saw her like this, he isn't going to let me get back anywhere near Colton ever again.

I hate being stuck in human form and completely powerless to even get out of this dumb glass. Everything in here is bolted down, probably because they don't want prisoners throwing things at the window, and I am not about to kill myself by hurtling my own body through it to see if it breaks. Without being able to turn, I would probably bleed to death, being that unlucky girl who brought down a shard over my neck or something, and still be stuck down here. A shriveled empty corpse to stink the place up.

That jerk didn't even let me eat like he said and my stomach growls angrily at the lack of having food since god knows when. I don't even know what time it is, morning or night, or how long I was sedated in that room considering there are no windows underground. I last ate in the day before sleeping in that damn tree, where all my possessions are, and I'm starving. It's no wonder I feel weak and shaky. I'm running on empty.

It's weird but maybe it's my years of being bossed around, held captive in a less than caring home, and treated like a reject at the hands of my so-called pack, but I'm not even afraid anymore. Being here held captive, I know that the worst will come with Juan, but even then, what's he going to do to me? He can't kill me or inflict too much pain, because his son will bear the brunt, and lord knows his legacy is always at the center of everything. He could do what he's done to Sierra, I guess, but it's not like she seems aware of anything and maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing. No longer tied to Colton, carrying this burden of heartache while he lives his life with that 'skanky Puta', maybe a long sleep will be better than stuck in a glass box for a lifetime.

I abandon the glass and get up to walk across the cold concrete floor on shaking legs. I need to lay down and finally get rid of the rest of this drug in my blood, so I can at least walk around normally and not feel like I'm on new-born legs. Maybe I'll feel better if I take some time to let it work out and sleep off the rest of it. My body is shaking internally, and I keep having minor bouts of dizziness which remind me I'm in no state to take on the likes of Deacon if I ever get a chance. My first goal before I leave this place, is to knee him in the balls, for shooting me in the back like a coward.

I don't get to the bed before the noise of the elevator whooshing open sways this way and I instantly stiffen, expecting Deacon to come back and grace me with his toxic personality and mentally try to figure out the likelihood of being able to kick him between the legs for the sake of it. I climb on the bed, turn around and sit with my legs dangling off the edge in readiness to give him more attitude and lure him inside to my perfect level of height, as I hear footsteps, and a lot of squeaking noises of wheels rolling across the hard floor, coming my way.

It's not Deacon, it's the doctor, and a female in a white lab coat too, and I frown as he appears in front of the glass door pulling the food cart and carrying a bag in his other hand, while she pushes another behind him. He waves at me before accessing the door and slides it open with a smile.

"My dear, we never fed you, and I couldn't let you go hungry down here in this inhospitable nightmare of a place. I brought you some clothes. They're nothing fancy, just the smallest size from the supply closet that I could replace and a fetching shade of military grey." He pushes the trolley inside, the sudden smell of food filling the air, and my mouth starts to water with the reminder I'm near famished. He drops the bag just inside the door but hesitates about coming in, and I sit here waiting patiently. His female companion stays back, arranging some medial implements on a tray on top of her own trolley and avoids looking my way completely. She's young, maybe early twenties, and looks very white girl, medical student, human. Blonde, blue eyed, so definitely not a Santo.