Page 58 of Pregnant Rejected Mate

I shrug. “It’s for the sake of formalities. Plus, you haven’t seen what I’m capable of yet.”

Aragon perks up a brow as we head into the depths of the dungeon, flicking on the dim light to cast a shadow of the werewolf on the floor. The air is dense with the smell of dog, forcing me to swallow down the bile rising in my throat.

“Suddenly, I’m afraid,” Aragon shudders beside me.

I kick the chair where the werewolf is tied, knocking him over until he hits the back of his head with a loud thud, skull cracking enough to wake him from his unconsciousness.

“It’s not you who should be afraid,” I taunt as I step over the werewolf, towering over him before leaning down and grabbing his neck. “It’s this one who should be. Wake up, mutt…” I grate, shaking him like a ragdoll and lifting his chair upright with a single hand.

He opens one eye, the other swollen from being busted. “Oh, it’s you…” he murmurs groggily, his raptured lips curving into a smirk.

“Happy to see me, huh?” I chuckle sadistically, slapping him across the face. He chokes on his own blood, spitting out to one side.

“Why don’t you just kill me now?” he asks without any emotion in his tone. “It’s not like I’m gonna fight you.”

Lurking over him sinisterly, I narrow my eyes at him. “First, tell me what you wanted me for.”

The werewolf chuckles. “Isn’t it obvious?” He asks, to which I frown. “You have something that the rest of us don’t have.”

I exchange a glance with Aragon, realizing that this is easier than I thought it would be.

“What’s that?”

“Immortality, of course,” he says matter-of-factly. “It’s something we’ve wanted for centuries. When you, Mr. Felix, lived in our world many years ago, a pack member saw you shifting, and we realized the legends were true. It was only a matter of time before you came back. Thanks to my old boss, of course.”

A cold shiver runs down my spine, but I give nothing away on my face. I know exactly what he’s talking about—it was the day I left Sierra. After leaving the apartment, I’d gone down to the parking garage, still wrestling with my decision to leave.

My conflicting feelings made it impossible to become invisible while in human form. I’d had to shift into dragon form first before being able to use the cloak of invisibility.

It was a weak moment on my path, a vulnerable moment that was an error on my part. This is a mess that I’d made, but I know my clan has my back.

Growling from within my chest, I warn the werewolf, “Immortality is not something you’re meant to have.”

Mateo grins. “But it’s something we can harvest from your blood.”

I raise a brow, knowing that this plot runs thicker. “Not anymore,” I bite back. “You’re the leader of your pack. Once you’re dead, it won’t matter.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. There are others like me,” the man says courageously, staring challengingly into my eyes. “Eventually, they will find you, and my kind will become unstoppable. My death won’t be in vain.”

In response to his bravery, I punch him square in the face and knock him out. It was easier for me to get the answers I needed, but it’s only because I’m a Vulkan.

Because of the reining blood running through our veins, we maintain a powerful presence. But even with the answers and the wolves in custody, the threat remains.

I’m not even sure how many packs are out there who know about our existence.

Turning to Aragon with a heavy sigh, I say, “We need to find where they’re growing dragonclaw in the mortal world. Start with this one’s territory,” I nod over my shoulder as I whisper to Aragon. “It may only be his pack involved this time, but we have to be sure.”

“I’ll wake him up and extract more information from him,” Aragon suggests.

I nod. “We need to destroy any evidence of our existence and any plans they had in place to harvest my blood. If there’s a facility, burn it. Burn their territory too, if you must.”

Aragon nods slowly, a very misplaced, bemused grin on his face. “Sounds to me like you’re still the Beta, Brother,” he chuckles.

“I made a mistake. This is my mess to clean up.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Fel,” he pats my shoulder. “We’ll clean this up. Draco has already been informed about this and will return tomorrow. For now, there are other things you need to take care of.”

My heart feels full, my chest swells with pride when my brother reminds me I’m not alone. Where I should be feeling guilty, I instead feel like I can take on the world with my clan by my side.

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