It took a little longer than usual for me to walk home. I had never been one to dawdle on the way, and neither was today the day for it; but the reason was that I could physically feel my legs getting heavier after what had happened today.
I don't know what was going inside my brain at the moment I entered home, but I must have been in the mood to make my bad day worse. Because the first sentence that left my mouth in front of Katrine, after she just asked me where I had been out of her usual curiosity and concern and not with any other hope of getting entertained, was; "You won't believe me, but I will still say it : I am returning from the actual hell present on the surface of earth and the deadliest dungen one can ever visit, also known as the Alpha's house-" "Alpha Paul's house?" The moment I was already regretting speaking gibberish and saying something I was never supposed to have, I noticed Dylan's ears perking up and his eyes getting curious as he asked his question. On the other hand, Katrine started checking me out to see if I was okay or not. So she placed her question once again; but this time, no matter what my assumption of her expectations were, it was completely clear from the look she was giving me, that she needed a very serious explanation about the events I was talking about, and very soon. And so I started giving her the one, not knowing what was waiting for me in future. "I don't know how to say it out loud, when I myself am not able to believe it-" "Can you please tell us the details, and leave the anxiety and uncertainty for later once we have listened to what the actual problem is!?" It was Dylan who cut me off exasperatedly, provoking me to spill the details directly. "Alpha Paul said that I am his mate! I-" "What? What did you just say, Lexie?" I heard Michael's voice in the background with the gut feeling of something not going according to my will. But I heard the next words out of his mouth before my anxiety could skyrocket. "Oh my God, Lexie! This is such great news, I couldn't be happier for you! Come here and give me a hug, my little daughter has found her mate-" "Micheal, I don't know if he is really my mate or not; but there is a thing that I am sure about, that I can't be his mate…I can't be anyone's mate, and you also know the reason behind this-" "Lexie, listen kiddo, you know this very clearly that you are no less to my own daughter. And I am not saying what I said earlier because you are going to be the mate of the Alpha, instead I'm saying this because I know Alpha Paul is a very good and warm hearted person and he is definitely going to keep you happy throughout your life, trust me on that. Apart from this, we are well aware of what is pulling you back- so let me say this once again, Lexie! Child, you are the most beautiful girl in this world; and for me, no one apart from Katrine and you can be this beautiful. So please don't say such things about yourself." As Micheal was sharing his point of view and giving his valuable suggestions, I realised that he was going on a totally different tangent from mine. My scars were certainly not the only reason for me to say no to Alpha Paul; and after the way he had looked at me, that would be the last reason to deny his offer. No, the real reason behind denying this offer was that I think- not only do I think so, but I know that I am not capable of being the Luna of the pack and bearing the responsibilities that come with the title. I am but a weak rogue who had left her own pack years ago, whose wolf had become dormant for almost the same time since then. But my wolf being dormant was not because of me being in a different pack where everyone labelled me as a rogue, but the reality holds more cruelty in my past. After leaving my pack, I not only had to find the daily means of survival, but I also had the deadliest encounter with that hideous beast and I was injured badly. 'Sometimes I really think that what can be the worst possibility left, when everyone says that it is still good that I only get a scar.' Little did they know, that I just didn't get any scar on my face, but the scar was printed on my heart too! And it was there to remind me how weak I am, along with being unlucky and the other synonyms of jinx I can be, who is not perfect for her own self. Then how would she be any good for the whole pack by becoming the mate of the Alpha of the pack, and fit for carrying out the responsibility of being the Luna for the pack…? No, I was not fit for anything like that, and I needed to clarify everything to Micheal and everyone else too, who were looking at me with tons of affection and loads of curiosity about what the whole story was and last but not the least, about what my answer was going to be. They all were standing there with anticipation, after listening to Micheal's statement. But before I could say anything, my phone started ringing in my hand. Even though I had mentally prepared myself to give my answer in front of them, the love and excitement in their eyes were not letting me speak without tears threatening to spill, and therefore, this call was nothing short of a boon for me . I left the room, saying that I was getting an important call. But the truth was, that I didn't even know whom that number actually belonged to. Yet, I felt my curiosity about the owner of this number peaking, so I picked up the call without wasting any single second. "Hello?" "Hello, Lexie! Hii!! I am Andy, do you know me, I met you-" A storm of words greeted me in reply to the single word- 'hello', making me wonder how the person had waited long enough for me to pick up the call before he started speaking. With a light chuckle, I answered; "Yes! Of course I know you, Andy dear. How are you, sweetie?" I responded to the sweet childish voice coming from the other end of the phone, while feeling excited and happy that he had called me. Only a moment later did I realise that he was only a three year old kid, who could not have his own cell phone. So I asked again, "Andy, where are you dear, and how are calling me in the first place-" I had not even completed my question when I heard his voice, and he was chirping like a bird out of excitement. "I gave Paul the paper you gave me and he let me use his cell phone saying that if I can ask you to come back here, and then I can also make you stay here and then you and I can play so many games together!" My mind was constantly gushing over with fondness for the little boy who was convincing me to stay with him so that we could play together, and I realised that he had started speaking again, after a brief pause that was probably to take in a breath after having strung all his emotions into a single paragraph. "But he said that you can't live here until you accept him as your mate…Lexie, please do that quickly and after that you can stay with us forever! And we both can play all day long." At this point, I realised that I was supposed to give him an answer. But I could not tell him the truth and shatter his little heart into pieces, when I myself was not sure about what I wanted to do. So I simply made my voice softer than before and replied, "Okay, Andy! I will definitely consider it, but I think it is already very late and you should rest now." And with this, he disconnected the call with the hope and excitement of seeing me again, by saying goodbye to me for the due time period.Paul's POV The bell above the café door chimed softly as I stepped in, my hood low and scarf covering most of my face. I scanned the quiet space: dim lighting, a few tables, mostly empty save for a couple of early readers lost in their newspapers. Just as I turned toward the corner booth near the bookshelf, I saw him.Jayson.He was seated stiffly, shoulders tense, gaze flicking toward the entrance every few seconds. He hadn’t changed much… except the weight he carried now was visible even in the slope of his posture.Our eyes met.For a second, he didn’t move.Then, like a dam breaking, he rushed forward. “Alpha—” He whispered harshly and pulled me into a hug before I could protest.His arms were tight, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry, Alpha, I couldn’t control my emotions. I’m just… I’m so happy to see you standing in front of me.”I clapped him on the back, warmth tugging at my throat. “It’s alright, Jayson,” I said quietly. “It’s good to see you too.”We walked to the booth an
Jonas' POV:The remnants of the cold wind and rain droplets were still clinging to my skin, damp from the forest and hours of running. My boots were caked in mud, and pine needles, sweat, and regret were clinging to my skin as I stepped into the hotel room. Outside, the first light of dawn was painting the sky in hues of grey-blue.She was right where I had left her.Katrine was curled up at the edge of the bed, wearing just one of my old t-shirts that she had probably brought from the camp. Her legs were folded beneath her on the cold floor, her arm stretched out across the mattress, and her head was resting on that same outstretched arm, as if she had fallen asleep while waiting for someone, or something. Her breaths came slow and steady, but even in sleep, she didn’t look peaceful.Not even close.The bond between us throbbed faintly in my chest. I didn’t want to feel it, but it was there. That mark on her neck that I had carved myself, as if I was craving out a price of my ow
Paul's POV:Lexie was finally asleep.The soft rise and fall of her breath was the only sound in the room, her face buried slightly into the pillow, one arm sprawled across my chest. Her hair was still a little damp from the shower, curling gently around her cheek.I couldn’t help it the way my eyes drifted back to her, as if pulled by a magnet. And she was simply breathtaking. Her lashes fluttered faintly, casting soft shadows over cheeks still flushed from our earlier kiss. The curve of her lips, slightly parted as she breathed, made something inside me ache.There was a softness to her, without the grief of losing her mate pressing down on her shoulders. Just Lexie… my Lexie… looking like a dream I never deserved but had somehow been given again.Her hand, small and warm, still rested on my chest like it belonged there. I had spent weeks remembering this face in fragments, through dreams, nightmares, flashes of memory that tore me open and stitched me back together. But none of
#Trigger warning: Mentioned of thoughts about suicide and hurting oneself.#Katrine's POV:I woke up sometime after midnight, not even realising when I had passed out in tears, on the same bed where Jonas had left me. 1:36 AM. My phone screen came alive with some notifications, flashing the time. I slowly sat up, my whole body protesting with aches and burns. I felt the mark on my neck with my fingers, hissing at how sensitive it was. The bleeding had stopped and the wound had mostly healed, all that was left was a slightly raised mark on my neck that throbbed like a brand. It should have felt like a connection… like the completion of our bond, but all I felt was emptiness.The sob escaped my throat before I could stop it, and with that thought, tears started to spill from my eyes again, causing a burning sensation on the skin which was already raw and scraped from crying all day.I was gasping for breath, my chest heaving as I folded in on myself, but there was no relief to be fo
Katrine's POV:Within a second, his grip on me became harsh.Without warning, his hands ripped me off of him. I gasped with surprise, moments before he threw me away from himself and onto the bed like I was nothing more than a ragdoll.“J…Jonas?” I whispered, dazed, blinking at him through the blur of tears and fading pleasure.I was still naked, legs spread on the bed as his cum dripped out of me. Blood was trickling down my neck where his mark was still fresh, the wound raw and searing with the energy of the bond between us. My body was flushed, shivering, craving to be near him again. But my mate stood in front of me, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he zipped up his pants with a sharp, jerky motion.But something was wrong… his eyes weren't soft as he looked at me, there was no trace of the relief and love that I used to find whenever we were intimate before. No… this time, his eyes were ice.And then, he spoke the words that shattered me from inside out. “W
Katrine's POVThe moment I spoke the words that I wanted to be marked by him, more than anything, something snapped inside Jonas. His eyes darkened, and before I could take another breath, he moved towards me. His rough, calloused hands grabbed my arms without any hesitation, pulling me into him. His mouth crashed against mine… moving with a ruthless hunger that had been simmering for far too long. I gasped, but he didn’t slow down. He kissed me like he was starving… like I was the only thing that could make him feel whole again. I gasped, and his tongue slid my mouth, fierce and claiming… I whimpered against him, my body already igniting in sparks with the anticipation of what he was going to do to me next. The sharp drag of his teeth against my lips almost stole my breath. His hands yanked my shirt… ripping the fabric apart, baring my skin just before his palm cupped my breast, squeezing hard. His fingers pinched my nipple, tugging at it until I cried out, pleasure and pain