Destined To A Rejected One
Chapter 30

TWO DAYS LATER

The waning moon brought calm winds, the sky with several stars, a pleasant night, but no one was looking. In the snow only the footprints of two medium-built women remained, the direction they were heading was directly to the base.

Welcome, ladies Van Helsing – an officer greets them.

Mari and Margareth just nod and enter the base, quickly climb the stairs and are already passing through the first floor entrance door which is private to the Van Helsing family.

I thought you had moved out,” says Occisor as he sits on the sofa looking at them with a serious look on his face.

How nice, did you miss us? – Mari puts the choir bags on the floor and walks over to the sofa and squeezes Occisor’s cheeks.

You’ll never know,” she says as she smiles and pulls Mari’s cold hands away from her cheeks.

Where is Sasha? – Mari asks as she looks around the room.

I hope she’s six feet under by now….

She’s in the bathroom,” Ocisor rolls his eyes, “I’m glad she’s back safe and sound, Margaret,” he speaks wildly.

Whatever – “You bastard! You swore you’d kill her and now you’ve brought the female of that scum back to the base!” – complete in thought.

During the mission, Margareth just stopped exploding with rage, she knew it was Occisor’s mission and she also knew that it only took longer to get more intimate. The urge to scream, torture and kill Sasha was great, but she couldn’t go against Mari. And now, by the looks of it, even Occisor is defending the woman. Which makes Margaret even angrier.

Every day I am more and more moved by the love between you,” said Mari, leaning back on the sofa and unzipping her leather jacket.

I’m going to my room, I’m not hungry.

Turning her back Margareth picks up her only bag and starts walking towards her room, but before she can open her door, the bathroom door opens revealing Sasha in a see-through jumper, the young vampire can’t help but notice the wolf’s body in front of her. “He’s got more curves,” she thinks and looks at her.

Is this how she intends to seduce him – by wearing slutty clothes and parading around the house practically naked? Bitch! – he asks, looking her up and down.

Sasha doesn’t like the way Margareth is looking at her, but she doesn’t understand the meaning of his words either.

What’s a bitch?

What do you mean? – her incredulous look does nothing to change Sasha’s actions – You’ve got to be kidding my face! – Margareth takes a deep breath to calm the latent anger in her being, and as she inhales she feels Occisor’s scent mingling with Sasha’s – You’ve already slept with him, haven’t you?

He doesn’t wait for an answer, he simply opens the door to his room and enters, then closes the door with a great force making the surrounding walls shake and this makes Sasha panic a little.

“If she’s here, then so is Mari!” she thinks happily and walks quickly to the living room where she sees Mari sitting smiling as she talks to Occisor.

Welcome back, Mari – Sasha catches her eye with a big smile.

Oh, thank you my dear – the older woman smiles at the young woman and turns her gaze to Occisor – You could follow her example, couldn’t you, Occisor? – He pats her on the shoulder and she laughs – I miss the time when you smiled when I arrived at the base of some mission, it was the warmest welcome – Mari gets up from the sofa and approaches Sasha – Thank you my dear, I’m back – she finishes smiling.

In spite of Mori’s helpless body, Sosho feels warm and very much loved in his arms. Even in the cold, they are warm. This reminds him of Guilo’s corices. Imogínote, the omor is warm even if its receptacle is a stone of ice.

Mori smells the scent of Sosho’s body and his smile widens even more, but he doesn’t say anything.

Come dear, I’ve done a lot of things for you,” he says and they sit down on the sofa.

Mori came back from the mission with three big bags, one that he carried with his belongings and two that he brought back from the bus with lots of things for Sosho. The red-eyed vompiro on the first bag and a large one filled with clothes makes Sosho’s eyes shine, and he takes them one by one. Dresses, dresses, pontoons. Mostly dresses. A woman’s leather obrigo, chorus pontoons and botos.

They’re all so pretty – I’m so excited as I smell the soft fabric of the garments.

Yes, you will certainly look beautiful in them, won’t you, Occisor?

Without getting any more cute – the comment made Mori smile widely and Sosho’s chorus went up in flames – Bromos oporte, the dresses they will wear will be beautiful if you wear them. That’s what’s so green and beautiful.

“What the hell did the Occisor do to her in just fifteen days? Selene was so fast”. – I think observing the light atmosphere. Something that was impossible before she left. “He’s even gentler, he didn’t make any rudeness, he congratulated him, what a great ovonce!” – Mori’s silly smile is what one modre proud of his son, although his son I don’t see him as one modre.

Now we have a bag or the second bag.

Mori gives him the bag or Sosho, in its interior today cremos poro the skin and the cobello, a comb, olgunos odornos that not sobe nor how usor and two horns. He opens one of the horns with a grey mole and sees white eyes, he leafs through it and all the eyes are either identical or the former.

Why are they useful? – I ask myrdo or Occisor.

It’s a diary, my dear,” answered Mori, although he didn’t ask for it, “in which you can write anything, a thought or a feeling you don’t want me to know, write what you have given yourself or write about your own life and what it means to you. In short, it’s a little book in which you decide the content and no one but you will read it.

How incredible – Sosho oliso lo topo del cuoderno – Putting in polobros what I think is certainly morovilloso, but…

But… – I ask Mori poro sovereign what saddens him.

I didn’t learn or write – he says with sadness mirondo ol ground.

I taught you – Sosho looks at him with moved eyes, the joy he feels makes him happy too, and he’s taking advantage of that joy – I’m sure you’ll learn quickly – Sosho’s smile is huge – after all, it’s me who’s teaching you.

Convinced,” says Mori, smiling.

Can I start?

I’m just being cute for the sake of being cute.

But what about the cute?

I have learned you, our lesson ended when today you achieved your goal of becoming the leader of the monodon with your own strategy.

Are we teaching you or are we teaching you? – Ocisor osiente – What form did you give him?

We cooked in the shape of a lupine, he said he didn’t want to cook like the humons.

Ah, I see.

Mori, I want you to transfer us to the Morcos office.

Why?

He touched Sosho’s face, when I arrived he even hit him.

Mori widens his eyes and directs them towards Sosho, who is with his face covered and a postel forming in his gorge, he’s holding back so as not to come back or cry.

You gave him back the bofetodo, didn’t you?

Despite Mari’s icy body, Sasha feels warm and very loved in her embrace. Even in the cold, they are warm. This reminds her of Guila’s caresses. Imagine, love is warm even if its receptacle is a stone of ice.

Mari smells the dead smell coming from Sasha’s body and her smile widens even more, but she says nothing.

Come dear, I’ve brought lots of things for you,” she pulls her by the hand and they sit on the couch.

Mari returned from the mission with three large bags, one she brought with her belongings and two she brought from the trip with many things for Sasha. The red-eyed vampire opens the first bag and a large amount of clothes makes Sasha’s eyes sparkle and she picks them up one by one. Dresses, skirts, trousers. Most of them are dresses. A woman’s leather coat, chorus trousers and boots.

They’re all so pretty – she speaks excitedly as she smoothes the soft fabric of the garments.

Yes, she will certainly look beautiful in them, won’t she, Occisor?

Without getting any prettier – the comment causes Mari to smile broadly and Sasha’s face to catch fire – Joking aside, the dresses they will wear will be beautiful if you wear them. That’s the real beauty.

“What the hell happened to Occisor in just a fortnight? Selene was pretty quick. – He thinks, observing the light atmosphere. Something that was impossible before she left. “He’s even more gracious, he didn’t do any rudeness, he complimented her, what a breakthrough!” – Mari’s goofy smile is that of a mother proud of her child, even if her child doesn’t see her as a mother.

Now we move on to the second bag.

Mari hands the bag to Sasha, inside are skin and hair creams, a comb, some ornaments she doesn’t even know how to use, and two notebooks. She opens one of the grey-covered notebooks and sees blank pages, she leafs through it and all the pages are the same as the first one.

What are they for? – she asks, looking at Occisor.

It’s a diary, my dear,” answered Mari, although the question was not addressed to her, “in which you can write anything, a random thought, a feeling you don’t want anyone to know, write what happens to you every day or write about your past and what it means to you. In short, it’s a little book where you decide the content and no one else will read it but you.

How amazing – Sasha smoothes the cover of the notebook – Putting into words what I think is certainly wonderful, but…

But… – asks Mari to find out what makes her sad.

I didn’t learn to write – she says sadly, looking at the floor.

I’ll teach you – Sasha looks at him with moved eyes, the joy he feels makes him happy too, and he’s taking advantage of that joy – I’m sure you’ll learn quickly – Sasha’s smile is huge – after all, I’m the one who’s teaching you.

Convinced – says Mari smiling.

Can we start now?

Tomorrow morning.

But what about hunting?

You have already learned, our lesson ended when today you managed to capture and kill the leader of the pack with your own strategy.

Were you teaching him how to hunt? – Occisor nods – What weapon did you give him?

We hunted in lupine form, she said she didn’t want to hunt like humans.

Ah, I see.

Mari, I want you to have Officer Marcos transferred.

Why? He touched Sasha wrong.

He touched Sasha badly, when I arrived he even hit her.

Mari widens her eyes and directs them towards Sasha who is with her head down and a cake forming in her throat, she is holding back so she doesn’t cry again.

You slapped him back, didn’t you?

He doesn’t know how to defend himself, I had to take this role.

Mari sighs, the sadness on the young girl’s face is evident, Mari hunts in her mind the memories of when she saw a ragtag girl in the alpha’s genuine pack, and now she needs confirmation.

Sasha.

Yes – she looks at Mari.

Are you part of the real alpha pack?

Sasha’s chest rose and fell slowly as she sighed in sadness. It wasn’t easy to remember that fact, though she couldn’t change it, she wished she could forget it.

Yes, I am the daughter of the genuine one, her shame to be exact – she answered and a tear rolled down her eye and she wiped it away quickly.

It was to be expected – Margaret enters the room.

Shouldn’t you be in the bedroom?

I couldn’t stand the hunger, fifteen days without food. But hey, Miss Daddy’s shame, what are you doing here? You’ve come to infiltrate here, haven’t you? Set up an ambush and kill the traitor of your kind, don’t…

I only came to this village because Guila sent me. She said this would be the safest place.

Who are you kidding, girl?

Why? Mari is intrigued. – Mari is intrigued.

The day of the last fight between the alphas, Guila and Brunno gave their lives so I could escape. He said no one would look for me in the city of hunters.

I still don’t understand the reason for the escape.

I should not have been born, the hatches on my back represent my brother’s b***d, he is the one who should be alive. I endured all kinds of humiliation and torture, my father never forgave me and my mother’s eyes showed her hatred for me.

Oh, how poor, do you really think I’m going to believe this badly told story? You’ve got to be…

Shut up, Margaret,” growls Occisor, scaring Margaret.

Carry on, my dear,” Mari pats Sasha’s shoulder.

It was decided that the alpha winner of the fight would have the right to mate with me and after a male cub was born…. He would kill me. The cub is the one who would take the place of the heir.

Occisor clenches his hands into fists, the urge to hunt the damned lycanthropes a hundredfold.

I’m sorry I came into your lives like this. …. – he can’t hold back his sobs – But I didn’t want to go on living like this… I couldn’t stand the smell of b***d any more… Seeing humans being tortured… Seeing Guila all purple and with broken teeth every time an alpha was going to spend the night there.

What fake tears that…

I said shut your mouth! – Occisor speaks, taking the three by surprise.

Who do you think you are, have you forgotten that I am the eldest? – he speaks indignantly – Respect me, you…

To hell with your age and respect, try to respect my partner if you don’t want to get into a fight you’ll lose badly.

Margareth falls silent, her eyes filled with hatred. “This is not going to stay like this” – she promises to take revenge thoughtfully and leaves the room heading for the kitchen.

Pay no attention to his words my dear, just give him a little more time. I’ll teach you self-defence, everything your partner knows, he’s the one who taught you,” she says smiling softly.

Wow, I have perfected everything.

A mere detail of no importance at the moment.

Do you want to learn, Sasha?

Yes, I do. – The young girl’s eyes sparkle, finally being taught to be independent.

Well, after the writing class, we’ll start the defence class.

And then, as Margaret rages, the three of them go to their rooms to sleep. Well, Mari has gone to sleep, but as for Sasha and Occisor….