Crimson Farewell

Owen Greystone’s pov

On my twentieth birthday, learning that Ember was my mate hit me like a cruel prank. A wolf-less human mated to me, the future Alpha of the Moonshine Pack? The moon goddess had to be mocking me.

“What the fu**k?”

A weakling like her as my mate? Laughable. Nevertheless, I couldn't treat her any differently because my father insisted we treat her as a pack member, with equal rights, no less. Accepting her as a member of the pack was already my biggest compromise. Her as my Luna? Never. We’d shared a few kisses, but that was a mistake. I knew what an Alpha Luna was like. My mother was a formidable warrior who could battle beside my father at any given time, unlike Ember, who would always be a damsel in distress. I couldn't even comprehend what function she could play in a battle, a cheering squad?.

I needed a strong Luna to support and grow the pack with me, not a fragile human I would have to shield. I would spare no time in shielding her. Even if she had been a happy idiot for years, protected by her adoptive parents, brother, and lovely friends, I, Owen, wouldn't pamper her or become her protective umbrella. In fact, it was best if she disappeared discreetly so she wouldn't continue to implicate her loved ones.

Although I'd rejected her at the ceremony, forcing her to accept it. I had thought she wouldn’t, but when she did without a fight, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, but I brushed it off, acting as though nothing happened, joining my friends at the bonfire. I drowned the ache in alcohol, faking a smile.

Ember must have gone home, sitting in her room in a daze, crying her heart out, but she would only be crying because of a slight setback.

She wouldn’t feel the pain as I do. I felt drained just at the thought of it. Did I offend the moon goddess to make her my mate?

“Well, look who we have here, the future Alpha!” My brother Asher burst in with Klaus, Ember’s brother, both with a glass of tequila in hand, with a smile. They took the opposite couch.

I snatched Asher’s glass and downed it. Everyone knew I would soon become Alpha, but the pressure still made my pulse race. I wasn’t used to it.

“Brother, next weekend’s your big day! We should be celebrating,” Asher said. “A double celebration if you find your mate!” Klaus added.

I avoided Klaus’s eyes, guilt gnawing at me. If he knew I’d rejected his dearest sister, his weak, human sister, and spat on her, his celebratory toast would most likely be a fist waving at me.

Damn it! Why this guilt? I couldn't help but groan, of all these people in the pack, anyone could have been my mate, but why does it have to be her?

“Stop sulking, Owen,” Asher teased, elbowing me. “It’s a happy night, but you are frowning. “Keep that up, and you’ll be a wrinkled old Alpha before you’re thirty!”

He and Klaus laughed, clinking glasses. I couldn’t join in because of guilt. Klaus was my best friend, but I’d crushed his sister, used cruel words, and humiliated her. I was a jerk.

“Has anyone seen Ember?” Klaus’s mother rushed in, worry etched on her face.

My heart lurched at her name. I didn't understand why I had such a weird reaction. I felt like a kid caught in a lie and was frightened the adults would find out.

“I heard her saying she wanted to visit the pack house before I left,” Klaus said.

“Yes, that's what she told me before we parted ways. She said she was visiting the pack house to see Owen, "Owen, didn't you see her?" Klaus’s mother asked, her pained stare piercing me.

“No, I didn’t see her,” I blurted, too fast.

“I checked the pack house hoping I would find her there,” she said, trembling. “But she’s not there. It’s been hours. She loves this ceremony, where could she be?” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

I tried to catch Ember’s lavender scent, but to my dismay, it was faint, barely there. She wasn’t in the pack.

“I’ll find her. She might be in trouble,” Klaus said, setting down his glass and standing.

“We’re with you, man,” Asher said, jumping up and nudging me. “Right, Owen?”

“Yeah, sure, more eyes, better odds,” I muttered, forcing my voice steady to avoid suspicion.

Klaus, Asher, and I, along with Klaus's parents, followed the fading scent into the woods. It weakened with every step, leading us in circles like some sets of idiots Ember had played. My guilt vanished, replaced by irritation. Ember was pulling some dramatic stunt, ruining the night. Rejecting her was the right choice; her weak-minded, emotional nature would drag the pack down with her.

Ember would probably be hiding somewhere, sobbing, making us chase her like idiots. If she hadn’t been so desperate, clinging to dreams of being Luna, I’d be back at the bonfire, sipping tequila, maybe flirting with a real mate to wipe her from my mind. Instead, here I was, trudging through the woods because of her. Thank goodness I rejected her, living with someone so weak would drive me mad.

“Look!” Klaus shouted, bolting forward like a shot. I’d never seen him move so fast. On the ground lay a crimson bow… Ember’s. I’d seen it in her hair hours ago, when she stood before me, tears in her eyes as I tore her apart.

I sneered to myself. That coward wouldn’t have the guts to jump off a cliff. She was too weak, too spineless to do anything but hide and make everyone worry. This was just another way to ruin my night.