Ava.
I watched Zane as he lifted his head again from the headrest, motioning to one of the empty sofas.
My heart beat faster. What kind of confession was he possibly talking about? Cold sweat suddenly broke out on my forehead as I walked over to the empty sofa and took a seat, my eyes never leaving Zane’s face. His face was expressionless in the dim light of the den and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. At that moment I wished I could read his thoughts, it would allow me to know what he wanted to say even before he said it, even if it was just for this very moment. "Are you alright Zane?" He ignored me, and the dread in the pit of my stomach grew. As I sat there watching, waiting for him to speak, I realized not for the first time how much I loved him, seeing him like this, knowing that it was because I wasn’t able to give him a child that had caused the rift between us made my heart ache. I struggled, moving from my rank of a weak omega to his mate, and subsequently to a Luna to prove that love to him. His face looked tired, and I wished I could stand up and hug him, tell him that everything was going to be okay, but the anxiousness was getting the better of me. What was this confession? Zane cleared his throat, and I felt my heart beat a little faster, the palms of my hands old and clammy now. "Cassie is pregnant," Zane murmured. Cassie was my best friend. Like me, she had been a weak omega and the both of us had bonded over that attribute that we shared. We stuck together for a while before I was chosen by the Moon Goddess as Zane’s mate. Even though we didn't see each other as frequently as before, we still kept in touch. I wondered how Zane knew she was pregnant and not me, her close friend. "Oh that's great. I wasn't expecting that to happen anytime soon," I said, a bit disappointed that Zane had gotten to know such important news and not me. "So who is the…" "The child is mine,, Ava." I paused. Zane’s words had come from somewhere far away, like an echo in a cave. "What did you say?" I asked, not sure of what I had heard, dreading what I would hear. My heart was pounding in frenzy and my throat had suddenly gone dry. "What did you say?" "Cassie is pregnant with my child," Zane said, his dark gaze boring into mine. I felt a sharp pain in my heart and knew that my wolf was responding to what my mate had just said. Zane my husband, my mate had gotten another woman pregnant. It was unbelievable. There was a roaring sound in my ears. I could feel my chest tightening and I suddenly felt faint. I opened my mouth to speak and closed it again because no words were forming. I swallowed and tried again. "Why?" was all I could mutter. The pain was so much. I felt like I was going to throw up. Zane looked away from me, his eyes looking past me and they were vacant, lacking emotion. "I had to do it. There was no other option." His words hurt. I felt like a dagger was being stabbed in my ear over and over again. No, no, no it just couldn't be. Please let it be some kind of cruel joke, a cruel prank, anything but reality. But I knew that for Zane not to look me at the eyes as he said it, it was reality. It was a nightmare. I was living in a nightmare. "Why?" I asked again, the tears finally springing to my eyes blurring my vision. My head was pounding terribly and I could feel my eyes hurting. Zane’s expression suddenly darkened. "What do you mean, why? Don't you know why I did this? Don't act so stupid, Ava." He was angry, and I could feel my wolf raging in pain, betrayal, and hurt. He had the audacity to be angry at me when he was the one who had gone and messed up. How could he, how could he, how could he. Suddenly, I lunged out of my seat, rage overtaking my composure. I was on Zane’s seat in a few seconds hitting him everywhere, beating at his hands, his face, his chest. "How could you? After everything, I went through to be with you. How could you betray me this way Zane, why?" Zane reacted quickly. His right hand flew up to protect his face and his left hand reached up grabbing one of my arms. He rose to his feet, shoving me backward and effectively pinning me against the wall. "Let go of me, let go of me, you monster!" I shrieked. "Shut up Ava, shut up! " Zane roared, palming the wall in front of me and his eyes were suddenly glowing. I gritted my teeth; the tears flowing freely from my face, my visibility affected by it. "You can't give me a child. What did you expect? I'm sick and tired of putting up with your bullshit. Stop being so pathetic." Zane’s words drove me insane. He had slept with another woman and now he was calling me pathetic and worse; he had done it with my best friend. "Let go of me, you scum," I roared at him, struggling against his grip. "Yes, I'm scum, I agree. I'm scum for trying to protect my lineage. But you're a bigger scum for not giving me a child." "It's not my fault, Zane, it's not my fault. It didn’t give you the right to sleep with another woman. There are other means to solve this." I was crying now, tired of fighting him, tired of struggling. The look on Zane’s face was shattering my heart into a million pieces. It was a look of disgust, disgust at my pain, disgust at my tears, disgust at who I was. At that moment, under his gaze, I felt like a trash bag full of trash was better than me "What other means, Ava? What other means would give me a pure-blood wolf as my child? Listen to yourself." I lifted my hands to his face, to hold them once again, to tell him that I still loved him, to tell him to give me time. But Zane swatted my hands away like I was a common fly. "Stop all this Ava, what has been done has been done. There is no going back. Cassie isn't taking your position as Luna, if that is what you're afraid of." "Zane," I whimpered, the pain in my heart intensifying, the tight feeling in my throat suffocating me "I'll be moving her closer to one of the pack houses so I can monitor her and my child properly." The room was spinning around me, and my legs were getting so heavy. I wasn't sure I could still hold myself upright. "She'll be given a respectable rank in the pack. From today onwards, she is part of the pack and pack.” My chest was hurting, my eyes were hurting, everything was hurting. "Zane please don't do this to me. Please Zane, I love you, please." "Your love isn't enough Ava and I'm sorry it has to come to this, but you left me no choice." Zane stepped away from me and as I tried to reach for him, he hit my hands, the physical pain adding to the emotional wreck I was in.. That single gesture alone brought me to my knees as the tears poured from my eyes in torrents. Zane stood far away from me as I cried ugly, loud-mouthed sobs. I craved his comfort; I wanted him to tell me it was all a lie. To hold me, assure me he had been joking. But like a hallucination, it never came. "One more thing, Ava. If you try anything funny with Cassie and put her and my unborn child in danger, I’m going to make sure that you pay with every drop of blood in your body,” Zane growled. With that, he turned and walked away.Ava.I sat down there sobbing, watching as my mate walked out on me after telling me he was going to hurt me over another woman. Everything about what was going on hurt so bad I could barely breathe. I should have been treated better. I struggled to get to this position; I struggled to get Zane’s attention and love. But I knew the bitter truth; Zane never loved me. I could see that clearly now, it had been a one-sided relationship all along. I looked around me at the home I shared with Zane for more than four years at the pack I had worked so hard to mold and maintain. In the early stages of my becoming a Luna, I knew nothing about governing a pack. It was all too overwhelming in the beginning. But I was determined to show Zane that I wasn't some woman that just wanted to answer the title of Luna. I worked hard to adapt, to learn, and this was how I was treated back. My mate had cheated on me with my friend. My wolf was howling in pain, adding to how miserable I felt. I could
Ava. The woods whizzed past me as I ran with reckless abandon. Shifting for me was like a temporary release from all the problems life threw at me. It was my source of dopamine. To run free, untethered, unbothered with just the wind caressing my fur and my paws hitting the soft earth as the moon illuminated the path ahead of me. Yet I knew that even after my temporary retreat, the problems were still facing me back at the pack. My husband had gone ahead to fuck another woman, breaking the mate bond we both shared. It would have been different if he was wrong with another woman, but I knew this was an irreversible change because now my best friend was carrying his child. The thought of Cassie, whom I took as my friend, spreading her legs to let Zane in, filled me with a jumble of so many emotions; Anger, pain, grief, and disgust. It was getting more and more difficult to concentrate on running. Yet no matter how I tried to block out these thoughts from my head, an image of Zane an
Ava. I felt my teeth clamp unto my tongue and the warm, Iron taste of blood filled my mouth. I couldn't believe it, Zane had just slapped me. Never in our five years of marriage had Zane ever raised a finger at me, but apparently this night he had thrown all of his principles to the wind. I took a hand and wiped the blood that was now seeping from a cut on my lips. Not only had I bitten my tongue but the force of the slap had split open my lips. From the corner of my eyes I could see Nona standing to the side doing her best to look insignificant. I couldn't blame her. Everyone knew how dangerous Zane could be when he got angry.. I turned slowly to face Zane, the shock of the slap still in my system. The part of my face where the slap had landed on felt numb and a weird high pitched ringing filled my ears. Zane hadn't just slapped me as an ordinary man. He had added his wolf strength to make it even more painful. "Why?" I asked fixing my gaze on him, my eyes searching his which w
Standing in front of the house I had once shared with my father before become a Luna I hesitated. My father was a pack enforcer and a highly respected Beta because of how skilled he was. My mother had died while giving birth to me and since then my father had raised me teaching me everything I knew. I knew how to spar, how to fight without shifting to my wolf. In a way he saw me as a son he never had and even though my wolf had emerged as an Omega he had pushed me to move from that rank to the position I found myself now. If I told him this news I was sure it was going to break his heart to a million pieces. I stared at the wooden door my heart heavy, my tongue tied, my knuckles a few inches from knocking on the door. But I knew I had to tell my father sooner or later if I resisted from telling him now it would be delaying the inevitable. One way or the other he was still bound to find out. Gathering courage, I knocked on the door simultaneously hearing laughter from inside the h
AVA. I could feel every pair if eyes in the hall drawn to Zane who stood powerfully tall commanding respect like he owned it. I could feel the tension in the room rising like poisonous gas as it came to settle about us thick with promises of what was to come. I could see Cassie playing with her fingers each of them locking and unlocming against each other as her feet tapped the ground nervously. I could see Zane stare at the pack as he carried his throat getting ready to speak. I could feel my heart beat madly behind my chest as a horrible itch began somewhere in the side of my eyes.I could feel my wolf going melancholy as it too anticipated what Zane was about to say. "I can tell that you are all excited and at the same time confused as to why this ceremony was suddenly called for, but be rest assured it is nothing to worry about." Zane paused as the pack watched him as one. I didn't think I had ever seen that level of concentration anywhere. "The woman you can see seated here
AVA. I hurriedly packed my things into the small box I decided I was going to use for my escape. My father was currently positioned at the door his eyes fixed to the pack hall at the distance acting as a look out. The last thing I wanted was for the gathering in the hall to dismiss and people started filling out. I wouldn't be able to make my escape as effortlessly as I wanted to if that happened. But I knew I was worrying for nothing. The ritual of inaugurating a new Luna into a pack wasn't something that was trifle, it took a good couple of hours. Knowing the pack customs the gathering in the hall were likely to stay there for quite some time as Zane was the meticulous type. Just as soon as I was done with the last couple of clothes I wanted to pack with me I heard a yell rise from somewhere outside. As I listened closer I realized it was coming from the direction of the hall. I felt goose bumps spread across my skin. That didn't sound like a yell of excitement, rather ominous
AVA. I watched as my father dropped to the ground twitching, the gash in his neck spilling blood like a liquid tap. I watched as he switched his eyes to amber willing on the powers of his wolf to try and heal him from death which was fast approaching, hovering over him like a harbinger of doom. I watched as he failed the gash too wide and too deep for his healing powers to kick in. I watched as his eyes turned from amber back to human, the light slowly fading from them. I watched as he tried to call out to me, yet no words formed, his mouth opening and closing like a fish that had just been drawn out of water and was craving oxygen. I watched as he stopped struggling and lay still, his eyes wide open. My rock, my cornerstone, dead. I just stood there barely believing what I was seeing praying, hoping that I was in some kind of bad dream, praying that I would wake up any moment from now realizing everything had been just one heck of a bad dream. Zane stood there watching me, his
AVA When I opened my eyes, the first thing that I could see was darkness. It pressed around me like poisonous gas intent on killing a victim. My surrounding was pitch black. I didn't even bother to move, it would be futile as I couldn’t even see any of my body parts. I just lay there on the ground of wherever it is I was and opened my eyes as wide as I could trying to see if I could make out any shape in the suffocating darkness. Laying down there I knew I was dead, it didn't come to me like a fragment of a thought but rather as a full realization that I was never going to see the land of the living again. I was never going to feel the wind on my fir as I ran, or the taste of food, or the smell of the earth after it had just rained which were some of my favorite sensations. The irony of it? My husband had ordered my own death and my father’s best friend had carried it out; how more cruel could life become. Ava. It jolted me out if my thoughts and I went still, reducing my noisy