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Andrea’s POV

Our eyes were locked on each other in pure, crippling shock.

There was no doubt that he and his wolf just recognized me as their mate the same way my wolf just did.

How the hell could this be?

I was determined to stay in refusal mode and ignore everything I was feeling and seeing right in front of me.

“Clara! He can’t be my mate. You’re confused as hell! You don’t even have any powers for goddess’s sake!” I chastised her, denying how much it hurt me when I drove that weapon into his back. I was in complete denial because if I accept this for even a second, I’m going to break apart right here in this spot.

“He is our mate Andrea! We can smell him now more stronger than before we crossed over. The full moon is powerful enough to make me scent him and feel the snap of the mate bond between us regardless of the spell. The mate bond is stronger than its magic. He’s our mate! You have to save him! You can’t kill him now or it will destroy us massively especially now that we’re connected together” she begged me desperately.

“Don’t you get it! I freaking hate him to no end! There is no way I can ever accept him. And he’ll never accept me back after this!” I told her stiffly.

“Fine! Don’t accept him but don’t let him die either! Believe me, if he dies now we might as well die too. We won’t be able to get past it especially if he dies by your hands! You know I’m right about this, get it out come on!” she urged me with a whimper, as we could feel the pain he was feeling and it was burning a deep hole inside the center of my heart.

I focused on his face and tried to read his expression, feel his emotions about this twisted, sick turn of events.

I didn’t really need the bond to tell me how much he was hurting emotionally over my attempt to kill him. He was confused as hell but the biggest emotion was betrayal, back stabbing betrayal to be more accurate.

The time that seemed to be frozen the second we felt the bond snap in place melted down and from the corner of my eye, I saw one of the rogues Alec was fighting before raise his leg to kick Alec backward and make the stick tear through him all the way.

Before I could move between them and stop him, a very huge wolf tackled him and started tearing him apart viciously.

I didn’t have anymore time left to contemplate my next move. I couldn’t let him die anymore. I’m going to have to save him and the only true reason for that was ultimately to save my own life, not his. I never heard of someone who killed his mate before but I couldn’t deny the immense, torturous pain I felt when I hurt him with my own hands. It was pure agony. And if only injuring him did that, then I was positive killing him would be absolutely unbearable. I didn’t want to live the rest of my life hurting anymore. I’ve had enough pain in the past ten years and I wasn’t about to add to it.

I moved quickly and held his shoulder, barely registering the warmth that spread through me when I touched him. My other hand gripped the stick and started pulling it out.

A scream erupted from him as I was removing it, causing me to feel like I was being burned alive and I screamed along with him in equal amounts of pain and anger at this situation I got myself in.

He started coughing blood right away and began to collapse face first into the ground before I caught him by his armpits.

“Take him out of the territory so he could start healing before he bleeds to death!” Clara ordered me faintly. I was starting to lose my connection to her due to the pain we were feeling and the still lingering effect of the magic spell around us.

I started dragging him away but I was hardly making any progress because he was probably double my weight.

I felt like my shoulder sockets were about to pop out of their places as he began to lose consciousness and sink lower to the ground despite my hard, tremendous efforts in dragging him.

I spoke to him tightly, hating the words that were coming out of my mouth as I begged against my will “Come on Alec! Help me get you to the other side so you could heal! Don’t fucking die!”

I managed to drag him a few more feet in the direction of the border but I felt like I was going to fall any second now. I wasn’t going to make it on my own.

Before I was about to collapse I saw his brother Adrian running toward us in his human form with a very angry expression on his face.

“Let go!” he hissed at me angrily and I couldn’t control the painful gasp that escaped from my mouth nor the jerky, forced movements as my hands released Alec instantly without my direction. He used his alpha command on me and forced me to obey, causing me to feel a trickle of pain before I was forced to submit to his demand.

When an alpha uses his command you can’t not obey him, no matter what he orders. Werewolves are hardwired to always obey alphas. It was in our genes. If we try to fight it, it hurts us until we give in to the demand and obey it.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t angry with him for using it on me. I could totally understand his intentions. The look on his face confirms that he knows I was the one that got his brother into this condition and he was trying to protect him from me that’s all.

He picked him up over his shoulder and sprinted out of the territory in a blinding speed I could barely keep up with.

Frankly, I should be running as far away from them as supernaturally possible but I found myself unable to do that as I ran after them.

Adrian is going to rip me to shreds as soon as he gets his brother out of the spell boundary.

I just needed to make sure he will survive this with my own eyes. Otherwise the pain of what I almost committed will never leave me.

I felt the surge of Clara’s powers return to me and realized we made it out.

Adrian put his brother down onto the ground and crouched over him frantically as he cupped his face.

“Alec! Can you hear me?” he said tensely.

His closed eyes opened slowly, they were unfocused at first, looking around as if searching for something, or someone.

His eyes landed on me as betrayal slowly painted his features.

I stared back at him, containing my wince as his look did something to my chest, almost like I was getting stabbed with tiny little needles.

My wince was contained but the tears the flowed down my face then were out of my ability to control.

Anger replaced my fear of him dying as I heard his heartbeat getting stronger, confirming that he survived my attack.

I had strong opposite feelings that almost tore me in half with their intensity. I was glad he survived but at the same time I was mad as hell that I saved his life when I came here with every intention to end it. Hatred for him came back in full force, reminding me that he killed my brother and I just fucking spared his life only because he was my mate.

Why goddess? Why did you do this to me? I preferred to die before ever finding out that this man is my fated mate. Now everything is….destroyed.

My revenge is destroyed.

My hatred is meaningless because I could never act on it now or end it.

My heart is definitely more broken than it ever was because now I know I have no chance at being happy ever again.

Adrian stood up and faced me, pulling my attention towards him as I registered the intense anger while he sneered at me.

Then again, My broken heart is probably going to stop beating altogether now and I won’t have to be torn in pain for very long. I could see him having every intention to snap me in half. It was so evident, My body’s natural response was to take a step back instinctively, and start shaking slightly from fear the second he took his first step in my direction. Dying is hell scary, no matter how brave you try to act about it or accept it.

“Don’t kill her Adrian” Alec said behind him strongly, stopping him in his tracks before he could take another step towards me.

There was no confusing that it was an order and not a request. It made Adrian hesitate and also made the murdury look in his eyes dim down a little and get replaced with confusion.

My eyes shifted to Alec against my will and I saw coldness for the first time in them for me.

Now that he was starting to feel less pain, the true meaning of what I just committed against him obviously started to sink in.

My own eyes strained to convey how much I hate him so much. I won’t be grateful because he stopped his brother from killing me that’s for sure. It wasn’t out of protection that he ordered him to stand down, it was because he wanted answers to what just happened and most probably because he wanted payback with his own hands. There is no way he could ever forgive what I did even though I ended up saving his life, it won’t mean anything to him. The man who refused to help me save my father ten years ago from getting killed by his alpha father will not grant me mercy no matter what my reasons are and despite being his mate. His father’s son and all.

Would he be hurt when he kills me the same way I was when I tried to kill him?

I hope so, goddess I hope so. I hope he spends everyday in pain and agony when he decides to kill me. A least then I’d feel like I got my revenge even if I’m not there to witness it.

At least then, he’d know what it's like having his life ripped away from him and shattered to pieces. He’d know how real pain and agony feels like and get a taste of how unfair life can be, the same way I have been feeling for ten years.