Chapter 63: Chapter 63: You are Mine

I gasp, inhaling a deep almost vicious breath as reality crashes back in on me, shuddering my brain

around my head and I'm startled awake back where I began, in the infirmary, gripping onto Colton’s

leg for dear life, and so disoriented as my vision returns to normal. I can hardly breathe for a

moment and have to drag air into my lungs while I get my bearings and shake my head to clear my

blurry vision.

"What the hell?” It's an automatic response, tartly said, as I try to catch my breath and Colton’s arm

around my waist loosen as he lets me go a little. He was holding me up, I guess, and I flop as I'm

released, using my hands on my knees to bend forward, and finally pull myself together. It all starts

to fade, and the noises, and smells of reality fully bring me back to clarity.

“That was a memory... I saw it too.” Colton’s voice is gravelly, as though he’s just as shaken as me

and I untangle myself from him and push to standing. My body spiking with unwanted tingles, and

feelings I can't contain, as so many things rush through my head. I guess we somehow mind linked

while all three were connected and he got my memory too and could see what I did. My emotions

are all over the place, as though I just experienced something traumatic, and he gets up to follow

me around the bed, sensing I'm not emotionally calm.

"Are you okay?" he can sense my weirdness in mood, and I wrap my arms around myself to shut out

the cold clawing feelings rising up to strangle me. Knocked sideways mentally, just needing a

moment to claw my mind back together and figure out why my heart is pounding through my

chest, and I feel sickly, and agitated. It's more than the memory invading my brain, it's what Sierra's

words told me.

"All I remembered before that, was being asleep in that room, and then waking up in a new place

with other kids in the orphanage. There was nothing in between, and now I know why. He must

have taken me there, and when I slept, I forgot it all. They told me the Munro family were gone, but

I never really understood what they meant by that until later, when I was told the vampires came.

Just kid, and then they told me my family was dead, and I never stopped to question anything

beyond that.” My voice cracks, my throat aching with the effort as it drives home that now, I

understand fully that they were killed because of my mother and my gifts. All of them! My mother,

my family, the Munroe’s, my whole pack died, because of us, and what we are.... The vampires were

never the monsters in our midst. We were, the wolves, and those of us who would slaughter women

and children in the name of power.

We created wars to cover our sins and let a hatred rage for centuries without learning from the

mistakes. It makes my skin crawl to know the vampires were the innocents in all of this, they are just

avenging their lost loves. They were fighting the Juan's of the world for what he had done, and now,

I'm on the side that they are, in trying to find reason in the death of everyone I cared about.

“She really is a witch.... I mean, I know I saw what the Doc said, and all of this, but seeing it. It's a

whole other thing.” Colton pulls me back to him with his voice, he sounds distant, his tone low as he

turns his head to her, and that spike of emotion hits my hard in the stomach once more. Tears

threatening, and the sudden rage shooting up through my stomach, and chest, a pang of anger

aimed his way. Remembering her words and what she said, and not for the first time, anger so

intense for Colton, I could hate him.

“Why didn't you just do it when you were meant to? ... This could all have been avoided! It would

have been done and we would have remembered. Our gifts restored and taken another path! Why

didn’t you just mark me when you had the fucking chance?! You're an asshole! You could have

stopped so much of this bullshit, by just doing what I needed!” It's a sob, the damn breaking and

my hurt showing, set loose amid fury as tears hit my cheeks, and I spin away from him, aware the

medic in the far corner is trying to pretend she isn't here and I'm going to wake doc up. I don't want

people watching us or hearing us fight. I want all of them to leave me alone while I go somewhere

and cry this all out. Hate on him and mourn the path we never took. So much hurt that could have

been avoided. The fates didn't separate us to lead me somewhere else, they were backtracking to fix

his wrong decision and circle us back around together to fix this. He just kept, and keeps on,

screwing it up.

"Hey? ... Lorey? ...What the? ...” Colton seems surprised at my reaction, blanching at me as I walk off,

and as I stalk out of the room away from him, he doesn't hesitate and follows me. Close on my heel

as I get out of the doors into the middle corridor where he catches my wrist and tries to tug me

back, but I shrug him off, pull my hand away and keep going. My head is bubbling with the facts

staring me in the face, my heart panging with the reminder he destroyed everything between us.

“Leave me alone. You ruined it alll” I'm crying brokenly, tear sodden with the outpour, wracking pain

in my chest that makes it difficult to breathe, as though an elephant is sat on my ribs, but he does

not relent and sticks to my ass trying to catch my hands.

“Baby, come on. Can we at least talk about this... about that? I know I fucked up, but this isn't

ruined! Just give me the opportunity to do something about it.” There's panic in his tone, an

attempt at gentle, and soothing, with a lot of confusion as to my turn in mood. I storm down the

corridor back to the room I was meant to sleep in, and push the door open with a palm slam to the

wood, swinging it open at speed so it crashes against the foot of the bed and exposes the room. In

no mood for him anymore, and I want to lie down and let this all wash away on a sea of

heartbroken tears.

Colton doesn't give up, he's hot on my heel, relentless in his pursuit, and almost suffocating me with

his proximity. This time he catches my upper arm, grasps tight, yanking me to a halt as I proceed

inside, and spins me to him, so I have no choice but to face him down. I tense, body turning stiff in

defense mode, and my eyes glow red in readiness to battle myself free.

“Talk to me!” He snaps the order at me, but it only riles that inner fierce that hates when he tries to

command me to do anything.

"Stop it. Let me go. I don't want to talk to you. It's pointless and it's done. You were an idiot, and

you broke me, broke us, and now my memory tells me all you had to do was mark me and it would

have changed everything! Why did you have to screw it up? Why did you have to choose her over

me?” I slap at his fingers on my arm, and shove at his chest, making every effort to have him release

me, but Colton is as stubborn as I am and only tightens that grip and stands steady, turning around

halfway to push the door closed behind us, and conceal us in here. His face showing hints of

piquing anger, in that furrowed brow, and one dimple is prominent as a scowl slowly appears. His

eyes amber to match my own fierce glow.

"Okay, first, my marking you would have changed everything, yes, and I regret it, I fucking do, Lorey.

More than you will ever know, but we would never have found her. You had to run, I see that now,

to be led to her, and maybe any other way we wouldn't have. My mom would still be hidden

because of that choice. Secondly......... How can I fix the damage if you won't give me a chance to

try? I love you, and we're here together ... I am not the one fighting this, and I'm not the one

refusing to try. You were never second choice for me.... the problem was I didn't want anyone else

and didn't have any fucking choice.” His tone is both tinged with anger, yet also not. He's mad that

I'm resisting and making this physical, pissed at me for what he thinks is my being over dramatic,

but he’s trying to get through to me and communicate with that subtle hint of control, and softness,

he’s trying to insert and it just makes me break all the more. Sagging as tears pour down my face,

and I keep tugging at his fingers like a spoiled child, to be set free. Unable to really do much more,

as energy drains from me. I'm exhausted and this isn't helping.

"How can you fix it? You marked her.... You betrayed the bond and you're linked to another, forever.

I won't be your whore, and the memory said marking... not screwing. Let. Me. Go!" I tug one last

time, glaring his way through watery eyes and he finally let's go, with a weird sharp inhale, and

stares at me like I have two heads as I jump back out of his reach. My entire body wracked with the

hurt I've been carrying all this time, my throat aching with finally saying it out loud and how much

agony those words inflicted on my soul.

“I did what now?” Colton on the other hand seems a tiny bit shocked, a lot dumbfounded, and his

tone drops a level or two, his eyes on me homed in hard. His pulsating temper subdues to a low

thrum, and genuine confusions takes over his face, with a deepening of his brows as he narrows his

eyes on me, and that dimple disappears again as his mouth straightens out.

“I felt it... don't try and deny it. I know what you did.” I snap at him, consumed with grief and turn

away, unwilling to let him manipulate me with fast words and untruths. Wiping my face with the

back of my hand and pull myself together, trying so hard to find my inner rage again, over this

damn stupid weakness at what he’s done to us.

“We're linked, you and I. Meaning you feel things like my marking someone else. Which you

couldn't have because it didn't happen! Is this why you are so fucking mad at me? You have this

crazy notion in your head I marked Carmen?” The bitter way he says it, the tinge of anger, and the

less than friendly deliverance, only fuel the tornado in me I was trying to calm and I spin back on

him, eyes glowing painfully as my inner wolf jumps out to battle for me.

"Don’t you dare! I did feel it... the pain and betrayal about four days after I left, so don't stand there

and fucking lie to me about what you did! I'm not stupid.” I yell it at him, temper hitching, and

equally riled as I stand up to him, but he doesn't back down. Colton can be scary as hell when riled,

and he seems to stand taller, and bristle at my verbal attack. His eyes much like mine, increase in

glow, of an equally pissed wolf and he reaches down to the hem of his t-shirt and yanks it up over

his head, in one swift hasty motion, and throws it on the bed, exposing that tanned muscular

physique. He spreads his arms out wide, looks me dead in the eye, before turning slowly and giving

me a full three sixty of naked upper torso.

"Show me.... Because marking, is a two-way thing, and something I wouldn't be able to hide! Look

real hard because on my life, Lorey...I didn't fucking mark anyone.” He bites it at me as he comes

back to face me, and the blood drains from my body leaving me cold inside, as I take in his tanned

skin free of mark. It's hard to stay on this idea about marking when there is nothing at all on the

flawless physique, except inky tattoos on one shoulder of his pack tribal, and a lot of carved toned

muscle. My anger simmers, but she isn't about to back down because I know what I felt! In the

woods, that kind of pain and betrayal, it doesn't come from nothing, and he had to have done

something.

“Fine... Okay, so maybe it wasn't that, but what I felt was real. You obviously just screwed her then.

Either way... this will never happen; the bond is marred, and damaged, and you did this to us.” I

cross my arms across my chest, my fight dying because I was so sure, and yet I'm wrong. My heart

pounding like a war drum within and my body, is beginning to tremble with the excessive amount

of pain, and energy, coursing through me. Colton looks like he might explode, standing menacingly

close, a new rage ignited in that angular face as he tenses his jaw and grits his teeth

“I DID NOT fuck her!! What is wrong with you? All this cryptic bullshit since I came for you.... The

refusal to let me touch you, all this. You think I cheated on you? That's what all of this was about?

Because.... You felt it? No, Lorey, what you felt around four days after the mess hall conversation was

me finding you gone. Was me coming back from four days recon with Matteo, to find, not only the

girl I decided to fight for was gone and it utterly destroyed me, but my Beta, my best friend, kept it

from me! Stopping me from being able to find you and betrayed my trust in the worst way.

Meadow broke my heart with a betrayal... You broke it by leaving. I came back for you, and to tell

my father I would leave and take you with me if he stood in my way. She knew you leaving would

break me and it did. I wasn't ever going to mark Carmen; YOU, are my mate, and have been since

the second we imprinted, no matter what I said, or how I seemed. I always wanted you. I'm devoted

to you, crazy about you, and I won't be happy until I'm marked to you! You're my soul mate and I

need you. Why in the hell would I fuck that up any more than I did?”

I stand in stunned silence, Colton breathy with the deliverance of an angry, then almost soothing to

calm splurge of words, his whole demeanor softening as he reached the end, and his eyes returned

to chocolate brown as he let go of the rage and tried to drive the point him that I was wrong.

He stands now, just looking at me with a slightly furrowed brow, over that cute boy expression of

forgive me’ and I can't move. Stomach twisted in pain, and caught in a world of confusion, as his

words reverberate through my mind, and heart, and I see-saw a bunch of emotions all at once.

Elation, that in one rant he wiped away all doubt and confusion about why he’s been trying so hard

to get us to connect romantically, the sweep of mad at myself that I left when I did and could have

been with him all along, but he’s right about Sierra... I wouldn't have found her otherwise, and

maybe the fates always intended it this way after al.00000000