Raïna walked away, blabbering about how happy she was to have been promoted before she let the silence fill in. She was staring at the red envelope in her hands with a gentle smile as she swung it left and right. It had his sent on it.
" Girls? " She suddenly interpellated them. They both turned their heads around and waited. " What do you think it feels like to see your mate for the first time? "
"Seriously, we were just off the topic and you brought it back. " Amy sneered, rolling her eyes. Leneay's eyes sparkled at the question.
"It must be the most beautiful thing in history. It's meeting your one and only, your forever. It must be magical, like in a fairy tale. Your eyes caught him, your body feeling the desire, ooooh no, I know the best moment, It'd be when you understand it's him. Just imagine the relief of not having to search anymore. I'm sure it's how mentioned in the books, the best moment of your life. "
Raïna cringed at how lovey-dovey it all seemed, but she understood where Leneay came from. It would be incredible knowing someone would always be there.
"And you Amy, what do you think it would be like? " Leneay asked. Amy sighed before speaking up:
"It's probably all cute and loving when you meet but what's the after, huh? Those books you talk about are a century old when we still lived in packs. That's when it was easy: you met them, you married them, and lived happily ever after. But what now? We don't live in packs anymore, would you drop everything to go with the first man that gave you butterflies in the tummy when your eyes caught each other in the mall? Who in their right mind would do that? "
"That's why you don't believe in mates? " Leneay asked in a low voice, trying to be careful.
" I never said I didn't believe in them. For sure they exist, but what are the chances of finding that one person in 7 billion others?! And what if they aren't what you want them to be? What then? " She asked walking furiously fast toward the exit, up the stairs to the dorms.
"You wouldn't have any choice but to suck it up or worse, you could do the absolute worst, reject them which would be killing half of you. I just don't like this whole mate thing, that's why I don't want mine, end of discussion. " she opened room 511 with her key and pushed the door open.
Leneay gave up and went to change into her pajamas. Raïna walked over to the window and looked outside. "but still, it must be great just knowing that one person if you meet them, will love you. "
" I know right?! " Responded Leneay,
"Please, feels more like a prison to me. " retorted Amy.
She laughed at how different her friends were, and opened the window, readying herself to jump from it.
"See you later. "
"Bye, Have a good night! "
" Hurry up and shut the window. It's getting cold here. "
She let herself fall and didn't transform. She landed heavily on her feet and felt a sharp pain shoot through her legs. " I'm never doing this again. " She said falling on her butt.
She looked up to the window she had just fallen from and sadly smile while tears prickled her eyes. "It'd be great to have the choice", she whispered.
" How come? " Akyl asked Stephen. The latter sighed heavily and repeated the answer, for what seemed like the hundredth time. " I do not know. "
"But why now? " He grunted. " There must be a variable that I'm missing. Why the heck is it happening? "
"I do not know. " Stephen answered angrily. " Instead of torturing yourself over a meaningless event like this pathetic ceremony, which I continue to repeat, is not of your caliber, you should focus on the restructuring of this branch. "
Akyl eyed his aid from the side and took his head in his hands. " That's what I always tell you to be cautious of. " He let out in a breath.
" Well, it's hard when I see you in such a state. "
" Try. " he harshly responded. " I have never shown affection publicly. Whatever happened there wasn't normal. "
"Why fuss over it then? It's not as if you will ever see her again. She will only be a pawn in your plan. " Akyl looked at Stephen shockingly, asking himself if he ever had feelings.
"Sometimes you are hard to deal with." Akyl blurted out. " I just wished I knew why her, and why now. But it won't affect me at all, don't worry. "
" Are you sure you don't even want to verify? It would be done and you could get over it sooner to concentrate. " Stephen offered. He turned his head sideways and waited.
"What would it do, huh? It wouldn't change a damn thing. I would still be the master, she would still be a simple captain. She would continue her life, I would continue mine. End of the story. " Stephen looked at him sadly. Nothing was false, but it still felt wrong.
"Furthermore, there's nothing to verify. I'm sure it's her and I'm pretty sure she knows it too, who I am, deep inside." He got up from his chair and Stephen handed him the coat which he put on hurriedly.
"You're right, I shouldn't even be thinking of that, nothing will ever happen. Nothing can happen, they made sure of that. " He whispered the end to himself. Memories of her came as if to mock him, but he pressed them away and promptly walked out of his office toward the basement.
Stephen stood there, this time he didn't follow him downstairs as always. Stephen always had a hard time understanding emotions, but he got the hint this time. The door shutting just before his face was pretty obvious.
He wondered what it was like, to have your mate denied from you. But he would never know, his died a long time ago already.
"That wrench! That unworthy daughter my even stupider wife had given birth to hadn't come home still. " Anger boiled in his veins as Asher Remillians stood in front of the gentlemen. The only moment in her life when she could be useful was the exact moment she wasn't in his possession anymore. That infuriated the man even more as looks of reprimand played on the gentleman's face. He, who valued his pride more than anything, had no choice but to ask for their help. He knew that he simply couldn't go against the Conquerors with the fake power he had accumulated. "Asher, we will let you borrow our power for this fight alone. " The tallest gentleman, with a black fabric covering his eyes said. He had long been declared as their chief. " You have one chance Asher, one. We will only go against the Conquerors for only one battle. " He spoke slowly, instigating fear in the forty-year-old man. His baritone voice went lower and lower as his speech continued. " If, by mistake, you couldn't bring
Her heart thumped in her chest, and she could only hear the pounding of it, resonating like a tambour. She feared what her face looked like and a glance at his made her understand that she was doing a poor job of hiding how scared she was. She took several breaths, trying to calm down enough so she could talk, but her lips were quivering and she felt as if she was drowning as the seconds became minutes. He got up, came closer to her, and sat down in front of her, on the floor. She understood what he meant and sat down too, realizing that her entire body was shaking with the kind of panic she hadn't experienced in a long time. She crossed her legs and rhythmed her intake of breath with his. A couple of seconds later, she felt better. "Start at the beginning, " he said. She nodded her head and took out her phone, but faltered. No matter how needed it was that he saw the messages, it would mean everything would be revealed. It certainly didn't please her that he learned everything like
The days flew by, and a routine installed itself in their daily life. In the morning, she would cook breakfast and he made sure to always be there while she cooked. He wished he could help her, and had tried once, which resulted in a catastrophe, a mess they spent an hour cleaning afterward. Every single day, he inquired what breakfast would be, delighted by whatever it could be. For a reason that he could not grasp, she never made plain old cereals, the fastest, cheapest breakfast there was. Not that he complained. She would cook lunch, a simple sandwich or a soup or a salad, and would simply give it to him before smiling at him warmly and exiting. After that, they would dress and leave to go through the day. He soon realized that her help grandly benefitted him. She mostly provided support to Stephen and helped ensure the good functioning of the pack. It took a lot of workload off Stephen's shoulders which enabled him to fasten the paperwork and improved their efficiency. He
The night was high in the sky as she watched the moon she so adored. How things had changed in not even a few days! She should be falling asleep but his smell was everywhere. Her thoughts were fuzzy with the memory of his eyes and his lip and her embarrassment. So close, a few inches and she would have felt those plum lips on hers, and how badly she wanted that wasn't human. You are not human, stupid. His odor enveloped her in a tight embrace, surrounding her with a calmness, a stillness she had not felt in a while before falling into a world of dreams. When she woke up that morning, she looked beside her, where she had left her phone. 6 am, it read. 4 hours of sleep probably weren't enough for the stressful day ahead of her, but it would have to suffice. She shook the covers off her body and put her left foot on the cold wood floor. She had been pleasantly surprised that her affairs had been brought to the huge complex. She looked around again, still believing she was dreaming. Fo
Akyl had blood on his hands. Not the image of people he had assassinated over the past decade but the liquid that flows through the arteries. He tried to recall how he stained his hands and clothes but ultimately gave up: his memories were too fuzzy. He looked around, confused. Where was Stephen? Why wasn't he in proximity? Since when was he left all alone like this? That's when he noticed: his hands were shaking, his heart was pounding furiously and his eyes began spinning. It was the closest to afraid he had been in years. But afraid of what, there was nothing. Precisely. But then, it stops. As suddenly as it came, the ushers in his heart calmed down, his view cleared out, and his hands stopped moving. Slowly, he began the hear a familiar voice and slowly came back to himself. "Akyl, do you hear me?" The worried voice asked. " For the MoonGodness sake, answer! " Akyl finally opened his eyes to see his best friend on the verge of crying. It calmed him down, knowing someone cared an
"Well, that is what's called being frivolous. " Quevelerin commented as the doors to Ballroom 243 opened. Alpha Milan's room didn't resemble the others in the least. When the others were glamourous and polished, detailed, having been under the gaze of professionals to coordinate an assemblage of colors that would flourish the room, this one was particularly simple. Various colors were not coordinated. It felt as if a painter had splashed his paint bucket on the floor and walls, on the decorations and the furniture. Raïna turned her head slowly, she felt like in a museum or an exposition, admiring abstract art. "He's indeed a bit weird, Vinn Milan. " She meant it in a good way. Her eyes searched for the life of the party but once she saw the crowd, she didn't see the tall, powerful, all-muscles macho wearing a hoodie and skinny jeans she was expecting. She was staring at a man in a wheelchair being pushed around by an athletic man who seemed in his late 30s. "Is it him?", she asked, p