“Logan! Let her go!” Vincent’s voice was starting to get blurry. I hold onto Logan’s large hand wrapped onto my neck. I was starting to lose my breath and black dots were starting to appear in my vision.
“Whoever dares to lay a hand on her deserves nothing but death!” He growled loudly.
I close my eyes as another tear fell. This time, it wasn’t due to the fact that I’m being strangled to death, but to the words that pierced my heart more than anything that could hurt right now.
He’s really going to kill me.
Is this the fate I was destined to? Nothing special but death?
I once found solace in the belief that love comes in different forms, and perhaps my purpose lies elsewhere, away from the constraint of a love that wasn’t mine to begin with.
But seeing this now, I guess there was no actual hope of me being really happy.
I shut my eyes tight, as a lone tear fell, the final breath leaving my lungs. Everything feels heavy despite myself being away from the restraint of the ground.
Vincent’s voice was nothing but a soft ringing and my neck was numbed against Logan’s hands. My feet were tired from thrashing and I took one last smile to the balcony, the sky watching us from above.
Moon Goddess, you sly trickster. You must be having fun watching me navigate myself through this love triangle, are you?
Maybe I’ll one day find a parallel universe where I’m the leading lady.
Those words were the last I had before I let the darkness my own husband brought me succumbed my body, breathing my last.
“Morana, please come back to me.”
Something seeped in my eyelids, something bright and annoying. My eyes were heavily closed. My throat was parched and bruised. My body was aching, and all I could feel was a pair of calloused hands gripping mine as though they were the most precious in the world.
I wince as the heavy sunlight hits my eyes. The first thing I laid eyes on was the opened window, its curtains to the side. Our room curtains.
I look around, my head pounding as I try to think of what had happened that resulted in me going back here when I remember just waking up.
I turned my head on the other side, and there I saw him. He was gripping my hand with both of his. Seeing me slightly move, his eyes frantically searched for mine.
The moment my eyes landed on his Teal orbs, everything flashed back as if a movie was playing in front of my eyes.
The burning pain I felt the moment I woke up from this very bed without Logan by my side. How I rushed out and saw Beta Vincent on the way out.
“Morana, are you okay?”
The courtroom. The butt naked girl, Logan’s mate. How I knocked her out. Logan strangling me.
“Morana?”
His bloody red eyes filled with hatred and pure intent of killing me right then and there.
I instantly pulled my arm back to myself.
My hands sneaked up to my neck that was now covered in thick bandages. The exact feeling was still there, lingering in my skin. It will forever remain as though it was a scar that would haunt me forever.
He actually meant to kill me . . .
“Mo-Morana . . .” I glance towards the person beside me. Those eyes that were once bloody red were now back to its beautiful Teal. The hue I once admired.
Yet even now that it’s back to normal, I can’t help to think of the day it might once again turn to the darkest shade of blood there is.
Worry and guilt danced around Logan’s eyes. Tears brimmed in the corner of my eyes at the sight of him. We were both victims of things we cannot control. How does one survive that?
“Morana, I’m sorry.” He reached out to me and as though it was a bodily instinct, I instantly pushed myself back, away from his coming to comfort me.
I swallow the lump in my throat, my hands still covering my neck, as if protecting it from the predator that might once again strangle it.
The predator who’s basically shaking in fear in front of me.
“I’m-I’m really sorry, Morana.” I looked away from him as my eyes caught a lone tear escaping his eyes.
I kept my hands to myself, knowing if nothing had happened, I would be rushing to grab that face towards mine and kiss every tear that would slide into his cheeks.
However, how do you comfort someone when you’re also under the pain that same person inflicted?
I closed my eyes as I felt myself trembling. Those horrible maroon eyes once again haunting my gaze when I close it.
We let ourselves succumb to the well-needed silence in the room. I try to force the tears back in my head where it came from.
Afterall, it’s not just my eyes that’s really tired right now, my heart is too. I can’t bear to see that look on his face again because I know I’ll falter.
That’s the effect he has on me because it has always been him, the only love I was willing to give my life for.
“I didn’t mean to—” Logan broke the frozen stillness between us, reaching over for my hand again. I pushed myself even further away from him and onto the edge of the bed, pulling my knees to my chest.
“I know.” I cut him off, finally staring at his eyes. We both searched each other’s soul on each of our windows. Him in my eyes, me in his.
I gnaw on the insides of my cheeks before looking away. “You know I could never do that to you, right?” Logan muttered. This time, he didn’t reach out to touch me.
Perhaps he realized how much I have already suffered from his own hands. A strangle after a slap.
“And yet you did.” I mumble to myself, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. And yet he did, he hurt me for another woman.
What are you talking about, Morana? Of course you’ll never be on the same level as his own true mate.
“Morana, I love you so much. I could never—” he stopped himself from saying he could never do that. At least he’s aware that he could indeed do that and has the highest potential to do that again.
“I would never do that intentionally to you.” he rephrased his words as he looked down. He knew he was far from stopping any of this once his wolf resurfaced at the sight of his wife again.
He knows it too well.
“What will you do now, Logan?” I questioned, my voice lowering into a soft whisper. I had no strength to try and fight off this again. I hoped for him to be with me in rewriting this destiny he had.
But if he too wasn’t on my side, how else would I be able to take on this alone?
He remained silent from my question. I know he’s suffering too. I have been recently aware of the feeling of being restrained in the hands of another. He, on the other hand, is restrained in his own hands, body, and of his heart.
His heart that forces itself to beat for one person and yet is fully convinced of the fact that it would never be able to defeat the urge to beat for another.
“Are you willing to go to war? To let this pack fight for us?” I mumbled. Beta Vincent’s words came into mind.
“We’re all willing to fight for you here, Morana.”
I close my eyes as I try to remember the warmth from that night, where Logan hugged me close to his as he lulled me to sleep.
When will those days come back?
“No,” I raised my gaze up at Logan. He seems to be lost in thought once again. “I can’t let this pack be a victim for our love.” he turned to me, his eyes searching for mine.
“Morana?”
“I thought you were determined on this one when you were speaking with the council?” I asked, fiddling with my fingers.
It was me who firstly rejected the idea of being in a war, despite Vincent’s assurance. But seeing Logan, who’s my actual husband, taking a step back in fighting for me is hurting me more than it shouldn’t.
Of course it was for the pack, he can’t risk this pack getting hurt. Just like my sentiment on this one.
“Did you reject her, Logan?” I mumbled, my heart clenching at each word. I slowly raise my head to look up at him. I anticipated his answer.
Did he?
Did he finally reject her, at least after knowing what this obsession he had with her did to me?
A long minute passed as I await his response when nothing came. I bite my lip as tears form once again in my eyes.
I swallowed them in before nodding. Logan turned to me, his silence the only answer I would ever need. “Morana . . .” He rubbed his face with both hands, trying to wake himself up.
I, too, would want to wake myself up. Maybe this was a horrible nightmare. Perhaps we weren’t invited to George’s wedding, afterall.
Maybe, we’d be in this bed, not in this position where I was moving further away from him, nor he was with me. Maybe we would be in each other’s arms.
I sighed, tucking both sides of my hair behind my ears. “Then, when will you reject her, Logan?” I murmured, my voice low and still hoarse.
“Logan,” I called. He was contemplating.
Out of all the things he had to think about, it would be this. It wasn’t an ‘absolutely’ or an enthusiastic ‘of course, I will.’
No, he was actually thinking about it. Mating with another woman was actually up for consideration.
“Logan, are you going to accept her?!” I finally snapped, unable to hold my anger any longer. His eyes turned to me, wavering at my stern look.
“No.” I raised my gaze towards my husband, my chosen mate. My hopeful eyes met his Teal ones filled with confusion and hesitance. Just when his eyes met mine, he instantly gazed away.“But the elders are not going to accept that, Morana. You’re fully aware of that.” he muttered before moving away from me. I followed him as he paced around the room as though thinking of something to work this out.“Ha . . .” I scoffed, tears building up at the corner of my eyes.Who was I kidding? He would never reject her. No matter what he does, no matter what I do, the matebond will always be stronger than some stupid promise we both made in front of the altar.Logan walked over to me, taking a hold of my shoulders as he tried to make me look at him. “You understand this, Morana, right? I just have to negotiate with Jane and—”“Jane?” I interrupted. His eyes widened, confused. His grip loosed on my shoulders and I instantly shove them away. “You two are on a first name basis now?” I asked, standing
“This is stupid.” I begrudgingly followed behind my husband as we walked out of the pack house and into the woods. We passed by the training area where pack warriors were having duels and improvising their combat skills.They all waved at me and the sour emotions plastered on my face instantly vanished at the sight of them. They respected me and they’re eager to show it.“Be good!” I yelled which they returned with a wide grin, nodding. I flashed them a smile before moving along. “Logan!” I shouted at him. His steps were fast and his height didn’t help.“Where are you going? We need to talk.” I demanded. Grumbling behind him as we walked deeper into the woods. Autumn leaves crushed under my steps, the only sound heard between us. Logan stays silent while I try to gather my thoughts.Why did he even agree? I was already the Luna, I have gone through that game before. I just can’t find another acceptable reason to go through that again just so I could prove my worth. “Logan!” I called.
Logan didn’t come home that night. I don’t know where he went nor was my pride strong enough to look for him. And so I simply eavesdropped my way to knowing his location, but not even the Omegas and the pack members around the house were aware of where he was.I stare at the vanity, the mirror reflecting the empty bed behind me. The memory of us, a day before George’s wedding flashed before my eyes. Us before his mate arrived.What a cruel way to take someone away from me, Goddess.I place the brush down, staring at my own eyes that glared at him with loath earlier. The eyes he last saw before he dashed off, speechless. I don’t think I regret ever saying all of those except for the last part.Maybe Jane’s the only whore here. Maybe he, too, was trying his best to not fall into the matebond’s pull. What would I do if I were him?Perhaps the little Luna who’s so adamant of taking away his mate seemed so annoying when she’s only there to fulfill the duty assigned to the mother of the Pa
“It must be true . . .” “What is?” “You weren’t at Gamma George’s wedding? They were caught kissing behind the curtains!” “Then that must mean she really is the Alpha’s mate!” Everyone’s gaze was on the two who walked the aisle. Jane was clinging onto Logan’s arm with a confident smile on her face as he led them to where I was standing. All the attention they had for a few seconds was instantly over as the audience turned to me. Their eyes felt like they were scanning machines, analyzing — criticizing how I would react.It was the same gaze I had in George’s wedding, that gaze that was neither pity or belittling but scrutiny that could not be labeled bad or good. As if I was under the chain of their approval, waiting to cave in the traps that were being laid out for me.Yet, upon looking down, my eyes met his. The panic from the critical stares of the crowd subsided when I met his Teal gaze.I thought I would be angry now that I’m finally seeing him cave in on their precious mate
“Ha, Logan . . . !” I instantly gasped in surprise when I felt myself being hoisted up on my behind and placed on top of the table. Logan lowered himself to my neck, whilst slowly buttoning down my shirt. I couldn’t and think of anything, but one thing is certain,“This wasn’t supposed to happen . . .” My voice was breathy, flustered and hot. My hands lingered on his hair, pulling him to my body even more. Another gasp came out of my mouth when I felt his wet tongue gliding itself up and down the curve of my neck and shoulder. He was devouring me like an unfed animal. If he didn’t do it with Jane, then this hunger he’s showing would make sense as we hadn’t done it for quite some time.“Fuck, I missed your scent.” he whispered against my skin, sucking hard on one spot. Shit, that would leave a mark! I can’t look like that in front of everyone later!“Logan, s-stop! Hngh . . .” With all my might, I tried pushing him away, rather, the more I fought him off, the more he was getting clo
“This Game tests not only physical strength, but also cunning, resourcefulness, and the ability to connect with the lunar energy that flows through our veins.” The crowd murmurs to themselves in anticipation as the Elder unceiled a magnificent tapestry depicting the history of the Luna Game.It reveals the ancient tale of how the first Luna emerged, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself.“To find the rightful Luna, as the Goddess herself did. The challengers must venture into the Moonlit Forest and search for the Moonstone, a symbol of the Moon Goddess’ blessing.” The speaking elder pointed to a hidden passage, leading to the Moonlit Forest. I swallowed the lump in my throat, peering at the tapestry with a large map on it. We both stood side by side at the entrance. Two large tower stones stood side by side. On the inside, large trees parted, carving a path for what lies inside the forest. I glanced at Jane who now looked determined. I scoff. Did Logan’s gaze suddenly calm her? She lo
I stare at the words in front of the men , the river’s slow and tender waves hitting my hand. “Love.” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely distinguishable amidst the heavy clamor of my heart. I scoff, leaning my head back to stare up at the sky. Is this how She’s going to play with me? Fine.The river glowed and before I knew it, waves evaporated in the air, imitating what happened earlier with Jane’s answer. My lips curved in genuine satisfaction. I did it, Logan.I push myself up from the ground and pull the rolled paper from my satchel. I look down at the map, where the second destination should be. Upon peering down, my eyes caught sight of my wrist. Something should happen to it anytime soon. I felt my eyes widening when the effect finally kicked in, it was different from Jane’s. Hers turned red, while mine . . .Disappeared.Only two black circle marks remained on my wrist as the first one vanished, leaving no traces of being marked. So when I finish all the stag
I look down at the situation I was in. I was on top of Jane, both of us were naked. A sharp dagger was fixated on her neck that was now with a little slit, dripping with blood.The Griffin’s dead and I’m being rash because of the wolfsbane. Logan is here.Logan is here!“Logan—” I was about to run towards him when his eyes shifted from its deep Teal to the glowing Maroon, and before I knew it, his hand was on my neck, fury boiling in his eyes. My feet slowly left the warmth of the ground as he lifted me up, his hand tight on my throat, strangling harder with each passing minute. I tried to catch my breath, yet before I could, I was instantly thrown back to the ground.“No one can hurt my mate.” Logan growled. His wolf was resurfacing and he was resurfacing in fast. I cough the missing breaths out, catching up with my burning lungs. “L-logan?” I called out, my voice unstable and hoarse. Where is he going? Why isn’t he helping me? Breathing seemed like a luxury as I felt the wolfsban