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Chapter Four: Confused
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2025-03-04 00:17:38I could not understand what was happening. One minute I was rejected by my mates and the next minute I was getting another one?
"I don't understand Alpha Kyle, I already had two mates." I told him. "And who are they?" He asked with sparks in his eyes. "Alpha Damon and Damien." I said. "And they have claimed you already?" He asked. "No, they rejected me." I said and bowed my head in shame. Alpha Kyle’s dark eyes didn’t waver. His lips curved slightly, not into a smile, but something harder, sharper. "Good because now they no longer matter." His voice was low, confident, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "What matters is that my wolf feels the bond. It’s stronger than anything." His certainty made my head spin. How could he be so sure? Everything felt wrong—how could I belong to three Alphas? It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense. "But I can’t be…" I began, but the words faltered, my voice trembling. I felt so small, standing in front of him, my thoughts a chaotic jumble. "How can I have more than one mate?" Kyle’s gaze softened, just slightly, but there was no doubt in his voice. "You can." He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, making the room feel smaller. "But now, you have just me." He said. My chest tightened, panic creeping up my throat. "Please," I whispered, backing away from him, my legs trembling beneath me. "I don’t understand. Just… let me go." For a moment, silence hung between us, heavy and suffocating. Alpha Kyle studied me, his eyes searching my face as if he could read every thought that raced through my mind. Then, to my surprise, he nodded. "I’ll wait," he said, his voice calm but firm. "But don’t think for a second that I’m giving up. You’re mine, Lyra. Whether you understand it now or not." I couldn’t hold his gaze any longer. My heart hammered against my ribs as I turned and fled, my breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The corridors blurred around me as I ran, each step echoing the confusion and fear that tore through me. How could this be happening? One moment, I was unwanted, unnoticed—and now, I was torn between bonds I didn’t understand. Damon and Damian’s rejection still stung, a raw wound that hadn’t even begun to heal. But now there was Kyle, and his certainty only deepened my confusion. I reached my small room, shutting the door behind me with trembling hands. Leaning against the cold stone wall, I closed my eyes, trying to quiet the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. My body shook with exhaustion, my muscles aching from the tension of the last few days. I didn’t know what to feel. Kyle’s bond was undeniable—I had felt it the moment our eyes met. But how could I trust that bond when Damon and Damian had done everything they could to deny me? To deny us? The next morning, the pack gathered outside for what was supposed to be a routine meeting, but the air buzzed with a tension I couldn’t quite place. I stood at the back of the crowd, as I always did, hoping to go unnoticed. My heart was still raw, bruised from the events of the previous day, and I had no desire to interact with anyone, least of all the twins or Kyle. But fate had other plans. I spotted Kyle at the front, standing beside Alpha Dominic. My stomach twisted, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening as I watched the two men exchange words. There was something ominous about the way they stood, the way the pack seemed to watch them with wary eyes. Then, I heard it. "I’ve come to ask for a favor, Alpha Dominic," Kyle’s voice carried over the crowd, smooth and commanding. "I would like to take a mate back with me." The world seemed to tilt on its axis, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. A mate? Dominic raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A mate, you say?" His tone was light, but I could see the interest in his eyes. "And who might that be?" My heart pounded in my chest as Kyle’s eyes scanned the crowd. When his gaze locked onto mine, I felt the air leave my lungs. No. This couldn’t be happening. I shook my head, willing him to look away, to choose someone else. Anyone else. But his next words shattered that hope. "Lyra." The world went still. I felt every eye turn toward me, the weight of their stares pressing down on me like a physical force. My breath caught in my throat, my body frozen in place. No. Not me. Not again. I wanted to disappear, to melt into the shadows, but there was no escape. The pack members parted as Kyle made his way toward me, his gaze never leaving mine. The intensity in his eyes was unnerving, and I felt the familiar pull of the bond between us, stronger now, more insistent. But before he could reach me, two figures stepped forward, blocking his path. Damon and Damian. My heart raced as the tension between them crackled like lightning in the air. Damian’s expression was cold, his jaw clenched, while Damon’s eyes flicked between me and Kyle, a storm brewing behind them. "You can’t take her," Damian said, his voice sharp, almost a growl. Kyle’s lips curved into a mocking smile. "And why not? From what I know, she is not mated to anyone ." "That’s not your decision to make," Damon cut in, his voice low and dangerous. Confusion twisted in my chest, my pulse quickening as I watched them, torn between the anger in the twins’ voices and the certainty in Kyle’s eyes. What did they want? They had rejected me, denied me to their father, to everyone. Why were they fighting now? "She’s our mate," Damon said, his voice colder than I’d ever heard it. My breath caught. Our mate I glanced between them, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. What were they doing? They had pushed me away, told me I wasn’t good enough, that I was a liability. And now they were standing here, defending me from Kyle? Kyle crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he studied them. "If she’s your mate, why haven’t you claimed her?" His voice was a low challenge, and I could feel the tension in the air thickening. The twins exchanged a glance, but neither of them spoke. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, as the entire pack waited for their response. My pulse quickened, anxiety clawing at my throat. Kyle’s smirk grew. "That’s what I thought." Without another word, he reached for my arm, but before he could touch me, Damon stepped between us, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and something else—something I couldn’t name. "You’re not taking her," Damon said, his voice hard. Kyle’s gaze flicked between the twins and me, a dark smile playing on his lips. "We’ll see about that."
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