Chapter 3

 

Kara's POV...

 

 

"Fuck Carl and his entire generation! I hope he rots in hell and he dies a miserable death!" I yelled into the night tearfully. 

 

Just when I thought I had another chance to get everything I wanted, Carl decided to toss his card at me. I can't even imagine his horrifying hands on me. The red lotus pack guards that I fucked were a hundred percent better than him, and I would fuck them all over again than have Carl next to me. 

 

The guards I had planned on dealing with mocked me as I left the pack. That bastard, Carl, had sent an order asking them to ensure I wasn't lurking around and see me off to the boundary. 

 

Wrapping my hair into a loose bun, I cuddled up against the blanket I had begged a servant for before I finally left the goddamn crescent moon pack. The servant was generous enough to hand me some bread and water to help me survive on my journey. She reminded me of my former servant, Diana, who was loyal to the core, but now hates me with her entire being. My only offense to her was sleeping with her boyfriend, Roy. If only that stupid Roy didn't open his big mouth to confess, Diana and I would probably still be on good terms. She was loyal until the end, and I took it for granted. 

 

I looked around the cave I hid in; how long can I survive here? I have no one except Logan. Going back to the Red Lotus pack is nothing short of suicidal for me. My life would come to an end, and they would definitely have my head hanging loosely in the pack's court. I can imagine what Logan must be thinking of me at the moment, and that crazy Alexa would think she is so fortunate to have him by her side. Logan is mine and will always be. 

 

I screamed at the top of my lungs into the night. There is no way I am going to let this slide. I sat there staring into the dark and feeling too uninterested in eating the bread even though my belly rumbled hungrily. I wasn't ready to feed it just yet. All of a sudden, I remembered something. How did I not think of it before? 

 

All hope isn't lost; after all, there is one more place for me to visit: my native herbalist. I had made him a close confidant regarding my relationship with Logan. Without wasting time, I shifted and began my journey through the woods to his place. 

 

Knowing how strong the mate bond is for Alphas, I couldn't risk losing Logan to his mate if and when she eventually shows up. Diana had introduced me to the old powerful wizard. He only indulges in dark magic. I had urged him to trap Logan's mind in a box; it was supposed to serve as my plan b to keep him at my side in case my presence didn't work on him anymore. 

 

I don't know how I forgot all about it during the time Alexa was causing so much trouble. But I guess it's because I had no idea she was his life mate. That stupid Logan had kept it away from me. Like I have always said, no one else deserves to be with Logan except me. My father was the one who sacrificed his life for the Red Lotus pack to have an Alpha today. My family already paved the way for me to become part of royalty, and that is what I shall get. 

 

It took me a while to find the native herbalist; he stays on the outskirt of the crescent moon pack. Since it's been so long since I came to him, I had difficulty finding his house. I got there at the break of dawn, exhausted and thirsty. Luckily a lake was nearby, and I drank hungrily from it. Amaya wasn't making any sound or trying to communicate with me. I couldn't blame her; I was just as exhausted too. 

 

Feeling hopeful, I knocked on the herbalist's back door; it's where he expects his clients to knock. That way, he knows who is seeking him; it took a while for it to get opened. The stench hitting my face at the door opening made me want to barf all my insides out. This was one of the reasons I chose to stay away for a long time. Whatever rotten dead body was buried in the space he uses as his workshop, it's heart-wrenching. 

 

"It's you. I was hoping you would come soon." He said with a straight look on his face. 

 

I couldn't respond immediately as I was still trying to overcome the awful smell. Turning away from him, I inhaled the good air behind me. "it's thoughtful of you to expect my return. Can we talk while you shut the door?" I requested. 

 

Like he was deaf or something, he didn't act upon my request until I was forced to repeat myself. Reluctantly he shut it, folding his arms against his chest. "To what do I owe this visit?" 

 

I snorted at the pride in his tone; if I wasn't so desperate, what would I be doing in such a raggedy and smelly space? But I maintained a calm expression. 

 

"I'm sure you remember me. I came here about four years ago to make a dark portion that would help trap my fiance's mind?" 

 

He nodded, "your face is hard to forget. You make quite an entry." 

 

I ignored the underlying taunt in his word, "Yes, I guess so. I would like to continue the ritual and make a stronger dark potion. I need him to return to me and never remember his mate again." I sounded excited, and my eyes glowed at the thought of Logan sending Alexa and her bastard far away from him. It would be an amusing scene to watch. 

 

The herbalist cleared his throat and held my gaze, "I know what I am about to say might sound very funny to you, but I got a revelation from the goddess about you, and I have been waiting for the day you would come by for me to deliver her message to you." 

 

I huffed, "I don't care about any message the goddess sent you. All I want is for you to get into that room and bring me the box where I had Logan's mind trapped." 

 

"I knew you would act like this, but I will tell you anyway. I already burnt the box, and before you say anything, hear me out. The goddess gives you a second chance to walk on the right path. She is giving you a small chance to redeem yourself and desist from seeking someone's downfall. Especially innocent people who have done nothing to hurt you. If you continue to seek unworthy revenge, you will die a shameful death." 

 

I gritted at him, "How dare you ruin my plans? How dare you and your dumb goddess tell me what to do?" I yelled in his face. 

 

He snorted, "This is why it's easier to be inconsiderate. If I had a say or my opinion mattered, I would have never given you a second chance. You have an extremely hard heart, and it's so horrifying. Aside from the message I was asked to pass on to you, you won't be getting anything from me. Use the minimal time you have left and seek redemption at the hands of those you hurt. The goddess is letting you get off easily this time, and if you don't do as told, be ready to face death in the cruelest form. Try to live a better life." 

 

Feeling good about himself, he went back into his house without sparing me a glance. I was left looking like a fool, clueless about where else to go. For the umpteenth time before the morning crow, I yelled in despair, feeling the entire world crumble down on me.