Diana
I nervously take a step towards him, my hand subconsciously reaching out towards him, but he coldly raises a palm towards me. I stop in my tracks as my heart gives a sharp twinge.
“Yes I knew you were my mate a long time ago”, his voice flat.
For a second, my brain is too muddled to understand what he is talking about until I realize that he had just answered my earlier question.
“You were too young at the time so I had to wait until you were of age to be able to recognize it too”, he continues.
“Then-“ my voice coming out shaky.
“Now that you are, I can finally say what I wanted to”, he adds coldly. What he says next destroys whatever hope I had in me.
“I cannot be with you. I am an Alpha. You’re a Wolfless wolf. There’s no way I can mate with you. As an Alpha, I need a mate who can stand tall by my side; not someone so weak she cannot even protect myself, much less of the pack if an attack ever came”.
Every single word that leaves his lips feels like a knife being stabbed into my heart. The blood drains from my face and I sway unsteadily on my feet, suddenly feeling light-headed. He doesn’t reach out to help.
I slowly shake my head, as though by doing so, I could will his words away and out of my head, “No. No, it’s not like that. That’s not how it works. The Moon Goddess ordained us as mates. The rest of the details will work themselves out with time- that’s the meaning of Fate. We’re meant for each other-”
“She made a mistake”, he cuts in mercilessly.
My head shakes even more vigorously, my body language plainly expressing my desperation, “The goddess is never wrong-“
“She is this time”, he cuts again, his voice firm.
What is happening? This is not what is supposed to happen…none of this is making any sense…
I take another step towards him again and this time he takes a big one back. Away from me. And the pain in my heart grows even more intense.
Annoyance crosses his features at my stubbornness, “Don’t be ridiculous. You have about as much strength as a human female and not only that, you heal like one too”, and he gestures to my still healing nose.
“If I accepted you, you would quite literally be the easiest Luna to kill in history. Our enemies wouldn’t even have to try hard. They could literally just send an Omega and he would effortlessly be able to get the job done. Hell! I bet even rat poison would be enough to do you in”.
“In terms of value, you have none. You are unable to do any labour that requires physical strength or any heavy lifting like the other Omega. That’s why all you’re relegated to are cooking and cleaning duties. And even with those duties, it’s not like it has to be you. Literally anyone in the pack could do those chores”.
“To put it bluntly, you’re quite literally the most useless member of this pack- a walking burden. And. I. Refuse. To. Mate. With. You”, he bites out. Enunciating each word so that he was sure I could understand him.
These vicious words, uttered in the same captivating voice that had just seconds ago called me beautiful, are excruciatingly agonizing… the same lips that had stolen my breath away with such a romantic kiss could still be used to destroy me so.
His words are brutal and merciless yet his expression is calm. In fact, he doesn’t look like he is trying to insult me or to hurt my feelings at all. He looks as though all he is doing is stating the facts as they are.
And that breaks me even more. Worse because I know that every single accusation is true.
…does that mean that I am undeserving of love then?
My throat feeling as dry as sandpaper, all I’m able to croak out is, “Then why-why did you kiss me?” my voice tinting with desperation,
“If you didn’t want me, why did you kiss me? Why? Why?!!” I want to scream and yell at him, but the egg-sized ball in my throat makes my voice come out an agonized whisper,
“Why give me hope that you want me just to snatch it away?!”
His eyes narrow at the blatant disrespect but I don’t care.
This time he takes a second before replying. His words came out slow as though he is mulling them over, “I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss my mate. I wanted to know if it was worth being with you regardless-“
“And I do have to admit, it’s the best kiss I’ve ever had-
“But unfortunately no, it’s not worth forever being mated to a liability”, he then looks me up and down, “You are quite beautiful too…” and then shakes his head.
“Pity”.
-and that word makes me feel even smaller. And that’s it isn’t it? My entire worth summarized into one word. A liability.
However, it seemed he wasn’t done with me just yet. He could still crush to smaller pieces whatever is left of my broken heart.
“I, Magnus Aldridge, reject you Diana Castellanos as my mate. By my will and my word, I sever the bond and fate that exists between us”.
Immediately, I feel as my wolf who had began to stir retreat even further back into my mind; all activity stopping as she falls dormant once more.
I stagger back, hand clutching at a chest that feels as though it is doused in flames. My legs give out and I collapse to the floor. And the entire time, I am unable to look away from his face.
My mind feels fractured by the shock and I try to gasp for air. Yet no matter how much I take in, it just doesn’t seem to be enough.
I want to scream but the impact of those malicious words leave me with an emptiness so profound I can’t even find the voice to make a sound.
All of a sudden, my head spins and I curl into myself, gasping for breath. The pain in my heart is so intense it feels as though my lungs are collapsing.
This can’t be happening…no…no it’s not possible…the Fates can’t be this cruel…after everything I have been through, after suffering with the terrible cards the universe had dealt me, they can’t possibly not let me have this one piece of happiness.
I shake my head. This must be a dream- a nightmare that my exhausted brain must have conjured up. However, the pain in my heart tells me that is very much real.
My mate has just rejected me…I wasn’t even aware that that was possible but somehow, he had. He didn’t want me. He doesn’t want me.
“I’m going to be late”, I vaguely hear him mutter in annoyance.
“For your sake, you had better accept the rejection so we can put this all behind us and carry on with our lives”.
“I’m not cruel. Just because I don’t want to be with you doesn’t mean I’ll let you keep suffering. So know that If you don’t accept the rejection, the pain will never stop”, he adds, a furrow in his brows as though he were a teacher lecturing a dull student, his entire aura oozing impatience.
I however am unable to utter a single word, much to distraught and in pain to be able to process a word of what he is saying.
Annoyed, he rolls his eyes and looks down at his watch, “Well you can stay here until you’ve got yourself back together and then you can leave”, he says dismissively,
He takes a step closer only to realize that I am still curled up against the door, “Move. I need to go”.
Getting no reaction from me, his brows furrow tighter, “I said MOVE!”
This time, he uses his Alpha Command and my body instantly obeys, quickly scrambling away from the door. He might not be my mate anymore, but he is still my Alpha.
He takes one last look at me before striding out, the door banging shut behind him, and I am left alone in the silent room, tears flowing down my cheeks and my body wracking from the pain of rejection coursing through my being.
…
Miles away…
“No! No! Please… oh God No… ahhhhhh!” and with a sickening crunch, a dark creature swoops in bites down on his shoulder. The bite hadn’t been too deep, just enough to maim, but not enough to kill. It is about to take another bite when suddenly, something stops it in its tracks.
Something has changed. It doesn’t know what it is but it rudely forces his human consciousness back to forefront for a second. Its eyes flicker from blue to brown and back again.
What is it?
The creature growls in annoyance. Whatever it is, it feels familiar. It drops the man and tilts its head in confusion.
Its familiar… this feeling… it feels like something from a past long gone…
What is it?
The creature shakes it head again with an even louder growl.
Taking the opportunity while the creature is distracted, the injured man, tries to slowly drag his body away. Unfortunately, the movement brings back the creature’s attention to him.
Its prey is getting away.
The blue in its eyes wash out all the brown and its muzzle curls in a terrifying growl. Lightening quick, it snaps its jaw around the man’s throat, picks the man’s body and viciously shakes it, biting down harder until the gurgling sounds from the dying man come to a stop. It throws the body to the side and the man falls like a broken doll, right beside his own weapon.
With a loud howl, the creature disappears deeper into the dark forest.
Unknown to the creature, deep in the recesses of its soul, something rope-like; thin but firm, has appeared, emitting a soft and ephemeral glow.
It is a half-formed mating bond.
Diana"It's fine if I don't go," Emerald adds quietly, her voice steady despite Billy's obvious distress. "But you should know that now that Eleanor is unconscious, they cannot win this war without me."The watching pack members shift uncomfortably. Even the most seasoned warriors look unsettled by her calm certainty.She smiles, but it's not a child's smile. "You should also know that stopping me from going is tantamount to condemning not just everyone here who is about to go out there to fight, but the entire world once they fall."A murmur runs through the assembled pack. The weight of her words settles over everyone like a shroud.Billy's face crumples. "You're too young, Em. This ain’t right." His voice comes out hoarse and broken, the cry of a man watching his child walk into hell."Maybe not," Emerald agrees, her tone gentle but unyielding. "But do you think the dark witches will care about my age when they're trying to eliminate every race but their own? Do you think they'll l
DianaThe words hangs in the air, and I immediately feel mortified as every eye in the room turns to me. I internally wince at the stupid suggestion. How could that possibly work?But Dominicus turns to me with a thoughtful look, his eyes sharp with interest. "Keep going.""I..." I hesitate, unsure. "Maybe we can use something that affects only witches and spread through the air? Even if it doesn't kill them, at least make them uncomfortable enough that they're forced to leave the area and come out where we'll be waiting for them?"It is silent for a moment. Then-"I like it," one of the warriors says."That's actually a good idea, Luna," another agrees.Brodik leans forward, his expression thoughtful. "But is there even something like that? Something that affects only witches?"The room falls quiet again as everyone considers the question. Even if such a thing existed, we as wolves are unlikely to know about it."We need to ask the light witches, someone with experience," Dominicus s
DianaI sigh, the weight of everything settling on my shoulders. "We'll find your babies," I tell her, though I'm not sure I believe it myself.But what else can I do? What else can I say? Sometimes hope is all we have, even when it feels like a lie."Let's go," I say, my voice steadier than I feel.The journey to the transport feels like walking through a graveyard. The devastation of the Silvanus pack spreads around us—charred buildings still smoking, blood staining the earth dark, the acrid smell of burned flesh and magic hanging heavy in the air. Overnight, the surviving memebrs have worked hard to clear the bodies but they’re still not done- there are just too many. Here and there, you can find the bodies of both pack wolves and rogues alike in places the pack hasn’t been able to reach yet.I force myself to look, to remember. This is what we're fighting against. This is what will happen to not just every pack, but also every human on earth, if we fail.Natasha walks behind me,
DianaThe witch presses her lips together stubbornly, but Dominicus moves toward the bucket again. She screams before he even touches it."When we attacked the Castellanos pack all those years ago," she gasps out, "It was to destroy the rune and kill the Priest. We were also supposed to kill you," she looks directly at me, "since you were the next Priestess. But the Matriarch changed her mind at the last minute. She wanted both babies brought back alive."The words hit me like a physical blow. My blood turns to ice in my veins."That's one of the reasons the Luna was able to escape," the witch continues, her voice gaining strength as she speaks. "We were being careful to make sure the babies weren't harmed during the pursuit. It slowed us down."I'm appalled by the casual way she discusses the slaughter of my pack, the attempt on my infant life. The revelation that my mother's escape was only possible because they needed me alive, makes my head spin."What could she need twin babies f
DianaThe Silvanus pack prison is a stark stone building that feels more like a tomb than a holding facility. Dominicus drags the witch into the deepest cell and throws her against the far wall like she weighs nothing at all.She hits the stone with a thud and slides to the floor, but her defiant sneer never wavers. She suddenly pushes herself to her feet. I withdraw the foot I was about to step into the cell and also stop Alpha Lucien from going in either, ‘Wait”, I tell him.Now that her body has recovered from the initial weakness of being knocked unconscious, she will fight back.And fight back she does.With a sneer, the witch raises her hands, dark energy crackling between her fingers like malevolent lightning. She hurls the killing spell directly at Dominicus—a spell that should have dropped him instantly.However, Dom doesn’t even flinch. He doesn't dodge. Doesn't move so much as an inch.The magic hits him and simply... does nothing.The witch stares at him in shock, her mou
DianaNow we know...The attacks, the chaos, the constant state of emergency that kept all the packs on high alert—it was all orchestrated. Every single assault was designed to draw attention away from the real target: Natasha's babies.My mind races through the implications, connecting dots. The dark magic monitoring spell we found on Natasha—it hadn't been to track her movements or to keep an eye on her Alpha dad as she later came to suspect. It had been to monitor her pregnancy…The attack that caused her to go into premature labor... that hadn't been a coincidence at all either. They had triggered it deliberately.And all those other people we'd found from different packs, the ones who also had monitoring spells placed on them—they were just smokescreens. False leads designed to keep us from realizing where the real focus lay.The fact that this is the first time the witches themselves have shown up, rather than just sending their rogue proxies, tells me everything I need to know.