Chapter 7

Miguel returned to the house. Sasha began to impart wisdom to her son. 

"You know I couldn't help but hear your argument with Zelda." 

"I shouldn't have slapped her." 

"This family doesn't need any weak wolves. That slap was a warning but if you truly want to make Zelda listen you will have to use force." 

"What did you want me to do, scratch her make her bleed?" Miguel asked in annoyance. 

"Being part of our formidable lineage, we cannot afford to exhibit any signs of weakness. We come from a fierce and relentless bloodline, and it is crucial that Zelda develops the strength to match our family's reputation. We cannot allow any weakness to permeate our pack."

Miguel listened intently, his mind grappling with conflicting thoughts. 

"I hear you well. But will beating her make her love me or will she hate me?" 

"It will make her strong. And one day she will appreciate what you did for her."

"Mother, I understand the importance of strength, but do we truly have to be violent? Can't we guide Zelda with love and compassion?"

Sasha's expression hardened, her voice resolute. 

"Love and compassion have their place, but we must not forget the inherent savagery that lies within us. Our kind thrives on power, and to ignore that reality would be a disservice to Zelda and our family legacy. She needs to embrace her primal instincts, honing her skills through rigorous training."

Miguel sighed, torn between his love for Zelda and his allegiance to their lineage. He knew he had to find a middle ground.

"I will do my best then." He said. 

"That is good. I will hear from you then. Any challenge too hard can be turned to something of great use. I am your mother. I'll always be here for you." 

"I still believe there can be a balance. Zelda possesses strength and determination; perhaps we can guide her towards her potential without resorting to excessive violence. We can teach her to protect, not only to dominate."

Sasha regarded her son with a mix of admiration and concern. She understood his desire for a more compassionate approach, yet she feared it might hinder their family's standing.

"Son, You possess a compassionate heart, which I admire greatly. But remember, the world can be cruel, and we must prepare Zelda to navigate its treacherous paths. We can instill in her the value of mercy while ensuring she possesses the fortitude to confront the darkness that may encroach upon our pack."

Miguel nodded, absorbing Sasha's perspective. He knew that finding a middle ground between their family's legacy and his own compassionate nature would be a delicate balance.

"Mother, I will strive to guide Zelda with strength and compassion. Together, we can help her become a formidable force while nurturing her innate goodness. Our family's power should be tempered with wisdom and an understanding of the responsibility it entails."

Sasha's eyes softened, pride evident in her gaze as she witnessed the growth and maturity in her son.

"You possess the wisdom i had hoped for. I trust in your judgment and believe that together, we can shape Zelda into the powerful leader our family needs."

Miguel smiled, grateful for his mother's support. He knew that the path ahead wouldn't be easy.

Meanwhile Zelda had made a decision that leaving Miguel would be best for her. A slap across the face was offensive, though she could have fought back. She didn't want to. The lunar carefully folded her clothes, tears streaming down her face as she packed her belongings. Her heart weighed heavy with a mixture of sadness, disappointment, and a tinge of fear. She had made the difficult decision to return to her parents' home. 

"Mam are you visiting your parent's?" Thorne asked. 

"Yes. I am." Said Zelda with a slight smile.

The chauffeur relaxed his shoulder's. 

"I will miss you then." He said, politely. 

"Me too. Thorne. Me too." 

Miguel, unaware of Zelda's intentions, returned to their shared space, his excitement to spend time with her abruptly shattered as he discovered an empty room. Panic gripped his chest, his mind racing to comprehend the sudden absence of his mate.

Miguel's voice trembled as he called out Zelda's name, his words echoing through the now desolate room.

"Love, where are you? Please, this can't be happening."

His voice carried a mixture of disbelief and anguish, reverberating through the empty space, devoid of any response. He frantically searched every corner of the mansion hoping to find a trace of her presence, but it was all in vain.

He ran to Thorne, and began to knock on the window of the limousine. The chauffeur quickly sat upright and slide opened the window.

"Sir, what's wrong?" 

"Where is she?" 

"Zelda? She asked I take her to her parent's house. That she is visiting." 

"But she didn't tell me she's going to visit them. She left me." 

Thorne was in shock. 

"I am sorry about that. I didn't know." 

Miguel returned to the mansion, he didn't want to seem weak in front of his workers.  

As the reality of Zelda's departure sank in, his shock transformed into a deep sense of sorrow and regret. He replayed the moments leading up to her departure in his mind, trying to understand what could have driven her away.

The realization hit him like a wave crashing onto the shore. He remembered the argument they had, the raw anger and frustration he had unleashed upon her when she went to Sasha without his permission. He realized the weight of his actions and the pain he had caused her.

Miguel sank to the floor, overwhelmed with a mix of emotions. Regret washed over him as he understood the consequences of his impulsive and aggressive behavior. He wished he could turn back time, to erase the hurt he had inflicted upon Zelda.

Determined to make things right, he gathered himself and rose from the floor. He knew he had to find his mate and apologize for his actions. He owed her an explanation and a heartfelt plea for forgiveness. Every step fueled by the desire to make amends and reclaim the love he had foolishly jeopardized.