Reunion

CELESTE’S POV.

“I, Celeste Orion, princess of Crossvale, reject you as my mate. I cast you aside alone. I see no future with you, as you are a weak vermin with no power to your name, and your weakness will only bring my ruin. I hate you.”

"Z-Zar.."my tongue felt numbs as my cruel words echoed as a haunted memory of my past as I state dumbfounded at Syzarion,

my lover and mate whom I had tossed, rejected and betrayed; his eyes held a wicked hostility that had my spine lock up in a cold shudder.

He is the Reaper king, a ruthless alpha warrior and now the supreme king of the realm.

And just before I could make a word, I heard Derek's muted screams, his eyes craned with shock to Syzar like he was strong at a ghost.

"You..you" hos words die down when his eyes locks on the throne, and behind it stood three spears lodged in the wall.

One already held a butchered head, and a face I was very much familiar with, as my father's head stood on a spike, just like my pack had done to Syzar’s father.

“What is happening Celeste!” My uncle Gelion pleads as his eyesight was lost.

“Fathers h- head,” I say curtly, as I couldn’t get any more words out as horror filled my veins.

I couldn’t breathe; this was real. The cruelty they had shown him was one he had made sure I was there to witness,

but right now I’m a miserable witness, and history is repeating itself. “You bastard—” Uncle Gelion roared blindly to my former mate.

He stands rushing blindly towards Syzar, who stands unfazed by his attack, his eyes never leaving mine.

And Gelion didn't last long as a throat was slit through, leaving the blood soaking my face and dress.

And leaving me a frozen mess as Syzar’s steps loomed further as he stood over me, the tip of his fingers craning my head upwards to gaze at his face.

His thumbs stroke my cheek with his bloodied hands, anger eyes locked with mine a sit felt like a flush rind of memories fall back in place.

“I would have sworn you loved this face once, didn't you, Ayvoc?” His tone, cruel and calm, seeping coldness in his voice,

he didn’t even call my name, and I could not control tears dripping down my face as I watched him tongue-tied.

Gone was his shaggy cut from four years ago; now his jet-black hair was in a shoulder length fall, the front shadowing his face

A scar is evident past his left his past his brow and a thick slope that stops before his cheekbone.

His manly jaw set with a thick stubble, his calloused hand caressing over my face, a part of me wanted to lean into him, to scream my yearning to him,

but recalling what I did four years ago and the wicked storm in his gaze, it's far too late to try a si was the true villain to his story.

But years a go this man was life, he was everything I never was an pushed me out of my broken cage and I left him.

And what my family had done to his was despicable as shame swallows me whole.

“Please Syzar…” I beg, a cold smirk barely curls his lips on his face before it falls, and terror fills my system the moment I feel his heavy hand clamp at my jaw, picking me up by my nape till my feet dangle in the air.

The muted groans of Derek echoed, but Szar spared him no mind while his gaze was on me.

I was his target, one that he would gladly play with, and in an instant, he dropped to the ground.my breath harsh as I pull in for air.

“Isn’t it a befitting pair that you are left alive with your brother?” He called with a cruel gaze as I watched him take mighty strides to his throne, echoing over for the second spare while we sat watching his next move.

He takes the spear, walking back to the body in front of us, no mercy in his eyes as he kneels over Uncle Gelion's bleeding body.

Gelions eyes were us, his voice struggle to speak for help his mouth formed the words but couldn't scream out.

Syzar's shadow loomed over him and any help he had wished was far gone.

The alpha kings strength snapped through bones and tissue till his head was spiked off; each crunch of bone caused my body to flinch, but a part of me knew I should not look away because the consequences would be dire.

My uncle's head was spared on the pike and hung next to my dad. One Ike was left, and I could feel the fear from Derek,

my once mighty brother who held no fear or regard for the enemy's life, reduced to a mumbling fool with no tongue.

This wasn't the Syzar. I know, this male is cruel, ruthless, and unforgiving.

The snap of his fingers gains back my dwindling thoughts as maids rush in, all bowing in unison.

“Don’t fret now dear mate…Of course, this is a reunion I’ve been looking forward to"

"What are you up too, what do you want?" I wanted to ask those words but only a quiver leaves my lips,

"I-i thought you were dead"

"Your plan didn't work dear Ayvoc" he responds to me as I frown, what the hell did he mean by that?

"get my guest dressed,” he orders, eyes never swaying from mine.

His eye had taken a slow trace down my body, and when I recall the gown, that was the only thing protecting my body was a flimsy see-through dress,

One that was now splattered in blood, one that made sure to show my nipple frozen from fear.

He loved to see me look with fear; he craved it.

It wasn’t long before I pulled off my knees past the jeering and hungry eyes of the guards, who all now lowered their heads because of Suzar's presence.

“Celeste…” my brother's mumbling calls to me as I watch him with fear.

He was the only one I had left, the only one suppose to be on my side yet we have both been captured,

"It's going to be okay, I am here" he struggled as the guards pull him away, panic jolts through me.

"Where are you taking him!" I trash As I am pulled forward, letting the maid pull me into a dark room.

My clothes stripped, I still felt numb from the revelation of Syzar being alive.

I couldn't understand it, Derek had clearly told me that day he had let him go,

but Syzar was adamant and tried to kill our pack members and Deek had no choice to fight him, and Syzar ended up dead.

Was that all a lie?

I was pulled into the brass tub and thoroughly washed as the dirt and blood in my hair washed off before I was placed in a red dress.

Its style is obscene; the color stood as a mockery to my once Ayvoc status when I was only allowed to wear red dresses.

This dress was fashioned into an an open sweetheart neck and netted strings that hold the open back as it lets my skin on my waist peek through the clothing.

Styles that made sure I looked impure, a wicked sentence to my once clean name,

My hair was left in its natural form compared to the singular plait I used to have, my lips were left at their natural color, my eyes, shaded with coal, as the chains were fastened back to my legs only.

“What is all this? Can you at least tell me what’s happening?” I called the maid, as no one answered me, like I wasn't there; only their scowls glared at me.

I was pushed out of the room a moment later with the guards taking a dark, lustful look at me. My hand itched too instinctively to cover my exposed cleavage, but I stopped myself.

And a few seconds later, Derek was pushed out from the other room wearing dark attire, simple yet clean.

He looked over at me, fear and confusion evident in his eyes too, as he looks at my attire and then yo the guards.

"What..is this.." he struggled but they pay him no mind as a maid speaks.

“The king awaits you both,” a female calls to me as my head whips fast down the hallways we were meant to walk down and towards the done door that waits, yet something burns in my blood.

something that tells me that this wouldn’t just be a normal dinner; it would be a nightmare, one that my captor makes sure I will regret.

And a horror I would never expect, one that would bring horrid secrets to light.