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The Rejected Phoenix novel Chapter 26

Summary for 26 gotcha!: The Rejected Phoenix

26 gotcha! – A Turning Point in The Rejected Phoenix by Golden-Ink

In this chapter of The Rejected Phoenix, Golden-Ink introduces major changes to the story. 26 gotcha! shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Werewolf genre.

Chapter 26.

Subtitle: gotcha!

   *** Melanie's POV***

I shivered as the cold hit me.

I groaned and sat up right rubbing my eyes with my palm as I looked around my surrounding.

I was still in the woods were I had slept of last night and it was already morning but I was the only one there.

I looked alien the area a little to find any trace of the alpha but I couldn't find any.

It seemed he had already left for somewhere.

As I walked back to the tree I slept at I couldn't help but think about my life and fate.

Now that I've found my mate in this huge city it's now time for another round of breathtaking search for the Vampire.

I was exhausted and just wished that my life would be different from it for once at least.

I was tired of the huge burden I had upon myself.

I sat down near the tree and played with my fingers as I thought far.

I heard ruffling of leaves from afar after a while and I looked up to Ryker approach me.

He had a backpack trapped to his back and another one which looked like my own backpack,he was holding it in his hands.

How did he get those?

I couldn't help but wonder.

As he stood in front of me he handed me the bag and backed me.

"we need to find another place to stay... Let's go.."

He muttered coldly and began walking away.

What's with the mood swing?

"hey.. "

I called as I tried to catch up with him but he was walking really fast.

"how did you get back our things? "

I asked and he scoffed without stopping or looking back.

"is that supposed to be a question or what? What's the big deal about getting two bags from a hotel room? "

He asked and I bite my lips in annoyance.

What was really wrong with him this morning?

"will you at least talk to me like normal people do?  You didn't even say good morning when you came just now.. "

I snapped drawing my last words as I tried hard to catch up with him, he ruffled his legs while walking through the bushes.

"what's so good about greeting you?  I don't give a damn.. "

He mumbled and my eyes grew red.

That bastard!

Was he out of his mind talking to me that way?

I quickly grabbed his arms roughly..

"do you think I care if your in a bad mood or not?

It's non of my business  if your angry or moody..

I don't like you one bit.

In fact, I hate you.

I don't even want to be around you for any reason.

But what can I do?

The only reason I even came looking for you was because I need your help in accomplishing a tax I have on my back.

If not do you think I care about you that much?"

I growled.

I was hurt and tried hard to control my tears.

He was hurting me.

"if you didn't want to see me that much you could have looked for someone to help you do it why come to a person you hate huh?

That just proofed your incompetence of not being able to handle a task on your own.. "

He snapped more,further annoying me.

I short him a deadly glare and slapped him hard accross the face.

"shut the f*ck up! Don't even open your mouth to rant nonsense if you don't know the reason people do things.

I'm trying to save your damn ass okay...

You and ever other damn werewolf creature in that sick jungle and I'm telling you if I like I'll just fold my arms and sit back to take a look at how your home will get ruined into ashes.

Get the f*ck out of my sight.  I don't ever wanna see you again! "

I growled in anger and walked away.

All these while he had a shocked look on his face but I didn't care.

How dare he say I'm incompetent!

Was he nuts?

I'm better off without him.

He should go to hell for all I care.

   *** Ryker's POV***

I had woken up earlier than expected today and gone to get our things from the hotel we left yesterday.

I was in deep thoughts as I got back to the woods were I left a sleeping Melanie.

I can't lie that I was drawn to her.

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     *** unknown  POV***

you can't understand how happy I am with the turn outs of events.

Yes! all that is happening now is all planned out by me.

I want vengeance.

I was blood thirsty and had waited years for the right time which finally came for my revenge.

I was going to f*cking kill all of those bastards who ever offended me or stood in my way.

I am not afraid of any of those weak wolves or even the Phoenix.

In fact she is all part of my good plan to destroy this world of superior beings and take over them.

Don't get me wrong here dear.

I'm not the witch.

I'm just a pained and hurt being who seeks vengeance for a failed life.

Do not rack your brain too much.

You we won't even know it's me.

    *** general POV ***

[ A WEEK LATER ]

The place was getting dark as Melanie sat in the dark tarvan at a small city in Mexico.

She had a small compass in her palms and her eyes followed all its movements.

The people inside were either drinking, gambling or f*cking their lives out in the stinky, smelly and dirty tarvan.

It was no place for good girls.

Melanie was a definition of good girl given that she doesn't drink smokes and is not a slut.

She was getting restless when the front door busted open and an old man who looked like he was in his late seventies walked in.

Half of his face was covered.

He had a bucket hat on and an eye patch sticked to his left eyes.

A large smoking pipe was sticked to his mouth and he wore large and long leather jackets with leather pants.

He hard a pair of old looking shoes on and puffed from his pipe at I tervals.

Melanie looked directly at him as her compass was still pointing it's long wings directly at him.

A sly smile formed at the corner of her lips as she looked at the old man with a smirk.

"gotcha old man! "

She mumbled before standing to her feet and adjusting her face cap.

She then began walking toward him with bold steps.

She needed to be fast.

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