MasukTwo: Shame And Smirk
EIRA
Tears gather in my eyes but I don’t let them fall. The words hang in the air like a heavy mist. A shattered promise.
And it cuts deep.
I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Why?” My voice cracks.
Cassian rises from the bed and dons on his kingly attire. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t look at me.
“Cassian—”
His glare shuts me up.
“It’s “your majesty,” mate,” he spits.
That does it. The tears I hold at bay fall. Like the flood gates have opened. My fists grip the sheets.
“Please, c-can we talk about this?” I beg.
His jaw ticks. Still, no answer. He puts the last button in place then turns to walk away when I scramble up from the bed.
Tripping over my feet, I fall. My hands clutch his garment. “Don’t walk away from me. Not like this.”
My lungs squeeze in my chest. Tears roll down my cheeks, and I beg. I beg Cassian with my life. I beg him with everything in me.
The hesitation in his eyes is brief. He shrugs me off, and storms toward the door. His hand lingers on the doorknob for a breath too long.
“I have a banquet to get to. Leave my room, Eira. I don’t want to come back and find you here.” His voice is cold. Icy. It sends unpleasant shivers down my spine.
He pauses. “And you will say nothing about this ordeal. Do I make myself clear?”
My lungs squeeze and I manage a weak nod.
Cassian walks out. He doesn’t look back. Not once.
The door slams shut, and I flinch.
A sob rips from my chest. Guttural. Raw.
It’s hard to process. One moment we’re lost in the throes of passion, in the heat of our bond… and the next second I am tossed out like trash.
Disposable. Unwanted.
With a heavy heart, teary eyes and a confused mind, I wear my ripped clothes the best way I can, and brace myself for the walk of shame.
All my life I dreamt of the day I would meet my mate. It was always at the forefront of my mind. And when I was raised in the Ashbane Pack after my parents died, I craved my mate even more.
At night I would make a wish to the goodess that my mate was an Alpha because they complemented Omegas.
She granted my wish… but at what cost?
Maybe this is all a misunderstanding. Maybe tomorrow everything will be alright. Goddess, I hope there would be an explanation for Cassian’s behavior.
My knees buckle as I sneak out of Cassian’s room, and straight to the pack house. I don’t care if Macy gets pissed at me. I'd rather not face Cassian tonight again.
I don’t know what he’ll do if he sees me again. And I don’t want to find out.
***
“… I heard the king found his mate at the banquet.”
The words penetrate my sleep muddled brain, and my eyes snap open.
“Yes, everyone’s talking about it,” someone confirms. My heart skips and I scramble to my feet.
Do they know who it is? Do they know who I am? I hope not.
“No one knows who she is, but she’s a member of our pack.”
Relief slips into my bones, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. After I left the banquet last night, I bawled my eyes out.
My mind went over every tiny conversation we had, every whispered touch. I tried to trace what went wrong. But I found nothing.
I cried till there were no more tears left. And now, I’m feeling the effect. My eyes feel puffy, and dry. Like there are cotton balls in it.
My door suddenly slams open. Macy stands at the doorway, eyes glaring at me and with a hand on her hip.
I bow. “Good morning.”
Her eyes harden. “What did you do to the King last night? I saw him drag you away.”
My mouth goes dry. Sweat runs down my spine, and my heart races.
“N-nothing, Macy.”
She takes a large step forward. Her fingers curl sharply around my arm. They tighten, almost crushing my bones. Pain shoots up my arm, and I wince.
“You’re hurting me,” I whimper as tears sting my eyes. And here I thought there were no more tears left to cry.
“Why did he drag you away? Did you mess up the wine?” she hisses.
“N-no,” I stammer, my heart pounding in my chest. It threatens to burst through my ribcage.
Macy is a terror—for lack of a better word. She is feared amongst the Omegas. Born a beta, and mated to one. She comes from a strong line of warriors, and she makes sure we know.
Her grip tightens. “Don’t lie to me.”
A lump lodges in my throat. I shake my head frantically. “I didn’t. I promise.”
Her eyes narrow. Then she backs away. I rub my arm immediately she steps back. My lips tremble.
“Get dressed. There’s work to be done.” She marches out, leaving the door open. People peep in as they pass, judging me as I stand in the middle of my room, cradling my arm.
Cassian and I need to talk. But Omegas are not allowed in the palace except Macy ordered them there. The only option is to break into the palace.
A squeak passes my lips at the thought of sneaking into the palace. If I am caught…
“Eira!” Macy yells my name. Her voice interrupts my train of thoughts.
“I’m here!” I yell back and hurry out of my room. The breaking and entering will have to be revisited.
Macy’s jaw ticks when I enter the kitchen. “You’re on cleaning duty today. Clean the rooms in the pack house.” she says, dumping a broom at my feet.
“His Majesty has gone to meet with the elders,” someone announces.
I bite my lip, and squeeze my eyes shut. I guess my sneaking in will be on pause. I really wish we could have the talk earlier. But I’ll be patient.
I pick the broom and when I turn, the door barges open. Adah, the pack gossip rushes in. Everyone turns to her.
“You guys,” she calls. Even Macy is silent as we all wait for whatever news she has this time.
“I know who the king’s mate is!” She declares.
My heart drops, and my mouth falls open. All the blood drains from my face. I don’t have to look to know that I’m as white as my hair.
The silence grows louder. Nobody wants to miss the information.
Dread coils in my stomach.
No! No, no, no, no.
“The king’s mate is… Eira Quinn!”
Adah’s eyes find mine across the room, and she smirks.
Sixty: The Morning AfterCASSIANLysandra glides out of the bed, the sheets firmly wrapped around her body. Thank the goddess for that.She ignores me, heading for the closet where she takes out her velvet blue robe and dons it. The sheets fall, pooling at her feet.“I’m asking you a question, Lysandra.” I frown.“Goddess, what do you want from me?” She shoots me a glare.“What happened last night? Why did I wake up to find you naked in bed with me?”I cannot remember the last time I had Lysandra’s naked body pressed against me. Much less of having anything intimate to do with her:“What do you think happened, Cassian? We’re adults.”I scoff. “You’re kidding. You know I wouldn’t touch you.”“What a way to make a girl feel good about herself.” She rolls her eyes.“Lysandra…”“What, Cassian? You were much nicer when you practically begged to sleep with me.”I stagger backward, my jaw dropping. “No…”“Of course you won’t remember. You were drunk off your ass.”“And you took advantage of
Fifty-nine: Dream Or Reality?TRIGGER WARNING —PROCEED WITH CAUTION‼️CASSIANI don’t know when the celebration ends or if it even ends. All I know is that Reece and Lysandra are helping me to my room.Everything is blurry, my mind swimming. And for the first time in a while it’s not about Eira, or Lysandra or the bloody mess my life is.No, my head is at peace. Swimming with nothingness…like a thick, warm blanket is cocooning my thoughts.If I’m this drunk, then I definitely had a lot to drink. Nothing really is able to wipe out a wolf, much less an Alpha.But this…this I love.With my two left feet and the hands supporting my frame, I’m deposited in the middle of my bed.“I’ll take it from here, Reece. Thank you.” Even in my drunken state, I can recognize that snobbish voice.I blink up at the lights, mesmerized by how brightly they shine and the beautiful patterns they reflect on the ceiling.“Wow.” I hold up a finger—or is it two?Three?Who cares?I’m in awe.When I look in the d
Fifty-Eight: To CeremoniesCASSIANI’m barely a foot inside the palace, when Lysandra spots me. Her lips twisted in a scowl, eyes hard…furious.“Where have you been?” She hisses, eyes darting around to make sure no one is listening. “I’ve been looking and waiting for you.”My stare is blank when I look at her. I don’t really give a damn. Not after Eira has ended things before they even began.And goddess, I don’t blame her. Not one bit.“I’m here now,” I mutter dryly.She sighs, and pulls me into a hug which takes me by utter surprise. Once I register her body on mine, I try to shrug her off but she doesn’t budge.“You smell like that omega. The runt to be specific,” she spits. “What would people say if they smell someone else on you. It’s a god awful smell.”I frown and push her off. “Stop it! Does it look like I care? You went on to do this coronation without my consent, nor my input!”“You’re still sore about that? It’s been done, Cassian. I’m Queen now.”My jaw ticks, and I march
Fifty-Seven: Final ThreadEIRAHe runs a hand through his hair, messing up the sleekness.“But that’s okay,” I quickly add. “It’s okay if you care about your pack. You wouldn’t be so loved if you didn’t, and I don’t fault you for it in any way.”“I should care about myself more.”“A good leader is selfless.”“For how long?” He rasps, eyes red-rimmed. “How long will I continue to forsake and forfeit my happiness for my pack, for my kingdom?”He stands to his feet, stepping closer to me and I can’t maintain the eye contact. It’s not doing anything for my aching heart and so I turn away.“Go to your Luna. I believe there’s a banquet set up for both of you…to celebrate.”“I don’t want to!” He shouts. “Why do you keep pushing me into her arms? I’m trying to talk about us, Eira—”“There’s no us! Can’t you see? It. Is. Not. Possible!” I grit out. “We’ve tried but it cannot work, Cassian. I’m not pushing you into her arms, I’m reminding you that you have a Luna you should treat with respect!”
Fifty-Six: I Wouldn’t Believe YouEIRAAs soon as Oliver disappears from sight, I tug my arm from Cassian’s grip, glaring. “What do you want?”His jaw ticks. Without responding, he takes my hand and drags me further across the lake, and to a more secluded spot.I follow him grudgingly, my legs struggling to catch up with his brisk pace.When he eventually stops, I snatch my hand and cross my arms, unimpressed. My eyes are hard, lips pressed into a thin line.“Don’t get mad,” he says. “I just need to talk.”“You’ve dragged me here haven’t you? You can start talking. You’ve got my attention now.”“There’s no need to be hostile, Eira.” He frowns.I scoff. “Hostile? I’m not hostile, I’m upset. You rudely interrupted a conversation I was having, and then you dragged me here! Forgive me if I’m not smiling at you right now.”His Adam’s apple bobs on a swallow, and with a sigh, he sinks to the ground.“I’m sorry. It was uncouth of me.” Then, he pats the space beside him. “Can we talk?”The go
Fifty-five: The ProposalEIRAThe moment I burst out of the arena, I can finally breathe.My lungs expand, taking in much needed air. Tears prick the back of my eyes but I blink them away.Goddess, it hurts.The mark on my neck, the severed bond in my chest, even my new found wolf whines at the back of my mind.I welcome the cool air, as my feet lead me down the path toward the clearing.I’d known about the coronation. I’d known how badly Cassian wanted to talk to me about it. Probably to assure me, or ask for more time.But I had to protect my heart. Seeing him will do more harm than good. He has a duty to his pack, and I have to respect that.“Eira!”I freeze, frowning.Slowly, I turn around and exhale in relief when I see it isn’t Cassian, but rather the warrior that came with Quentin that day.“Hi?” I mentally face-palm when his name refuses to appear in my mind. “I’m so sorry, what’s your name again?”He smiles softly. “It’s Oliver.”Right.“Okay, hi Oliver,” I say stupidly.“Whe







