Once we left the Commander's Mansion, I wrenched my hand out of Idris Raed's grip and practically fought not to storm my way back to the mansion. Though it was now dark outside, there were still some Lycans and wolves loitering around.
I didn't want to become their morning gossip.
"Saira, watch your steps. There are shells in the sand." The bastard I hate called from behind me.
I wondered if this dude had a screw loose. He didn't seem to understand my body language, or the dark expression on my face. The hatred in my eyes could freeze anyone to stone. But it wasn't frosty enough to keep him at bay.
"Saira, slow down. The sand is slippery." He cried out again, sticking to my side with dogged determination that made me grit my teeth so hard, they itched.
Picking up my speed, I tried, like always, to ignore his presence and treat him like air.
And failed miserably.
"Saira, your skirt is dragging on the floor. Be careful not to trip."
"Saira, how is your arm? Is it still hurting? If it is, we can stop by the Clan Hospital before going home."
"Saira..."
At this moment, I couldn't help but feel that even a mosquito would be a more welcome nuisance. This bastard was begging for a beating! A long torturous stroll later, we finally reached the Lycan Heir's mansion.
"Saira, are you o...?"
I whipped my head around so fast, his voice died on a startled gasp.
"Idris Raed, you're irritating! Would it kill you to leave me alone for just one second?" I snarled in his face, then turned and stormed into the mansion. Kicking off my boots, I climbed the stairs two at a time, as if chased by a beast and raced into the main bedroom.
With a deafening bang, I slammed the door shut and sagged against it in exhaustion.
The dinner went shittier than I expected. For starters, I assumed Einas Raed sent the invitation. I thought he was having second thoughts about rejecting me. I presumed he wanted to talk to me, so we could mend our bond.
I never expected the idea to dine together to come from not him, but his chosen mate, Caira Mirza.
Caira, meaning beloved. Was it the reason she won my mate's heart? Because just like my name, I was a wanderer 7 years ago, and I'm still a wanderer 7 years later.
And as if that wasn't bad enough, I had to listen to my mate call me a whore to my face.
"All sluts look the part. How else could they succeed in their seduction?"
"A respectable woman wouldn't parade herself around looking like a whore."
Rage burned in my heart, spreading it fangs like a wildfire, as it threatened to consume my sanity. I needed to get it under control. To prevent it from devouring my reasoning. Pushing myself off the door, I headed to the closet and took out my sewing machine.
I set it up on the only table beside the king-sized bed, and slumped into the chair. With practiced ease, my fingers wove through the threads and I began to sew. The designs came to me without much effort. It was as if they had been sitting on the fringe of my mind, waiting for me to give them shape and form.
He was my mate. I was still determined to win him back. However, there was something feral in me that yearned for blood.
'Calm down, Saira. Words are only words, as long as you don't give them the power to hurt you.' My wolf, Zaria, cackled in the back of my mind. She was a sadist. The bitch took pleasure in my agony for keeping her confined and suppressed, caged in the back of my mind like the beast she was.
She blamed me.
For not letting her out. For never shifting and giving her the rein to roam the woods. Hell, some days, I even shut her out for months, to prevent her from influencing me. Our minds were closed to each other, and aside from the occasional bitterness and pain, we never shared our feelings.
She didn't relate to my fears. Didn't understand why I wouldn't shift. As a result, our relationship became as cold and bitter as two enemies out for each other's throats. Occasionally, I would even hear her praying to the Moon Goddess to make my life miserable.
I prayed for the same. For her.
The familiar whirring sound of the machine sung to me, pulling me out of my thoughts. Like always, it worked like a charm. With every thread I stitched, my mind became clear, and the rage slowly flowed from my veins.
The familiar lyrics that had accompanied me for as long as I could remember spilled from my lips in harmony to the tilting melody.
"I must bear this in mind,
My name will be lost,
My face is gonna change,
I will sound deranged,
But this is my truth.
I must bear this in mind..."
So...my mate hated me. Big deal. It wasn't as if I was smitten with him.
I never cared for his love or adoration to begin with. I didn't need him to feel complete. No, that was a task I could accomplish on my own, by loving myself.
What I cared about was restoring our mate-bond and getting him to accept me for who I was. Only then could I feel at ease.
Tonight's experience had been painful. True. But it gave me a rude awakening. Einas Raed repulsed my very appearance. In his eyes, I was a whore who strung guys along.
For the life of the goddess, I couldn't understand what I've done to give him that impression. We barely met about a month ago. Before then, I had been a studious hermit who dressed like a nun, for fear of sending the wrong signal to the jerks in my pack.
But then again, I didn't give a damn about his twisted reasons.
Okay...maybe a little. But what I cared about more was how to make him see me as someone more than just a pretty face. I wasn't a fool. I could tell the man hated me. So unless I changed his impression of me, there was zero chance of restoring our mate bond.
But I also wasn't one to torment myself by falling in love with a guy who was out to hurt me.
I planned to use tonight's experience to protect my heart. Einas Raed would first have to fall head over heels in love with me, before I would ever give him access to my heart.
Now the question was, how would I make an impression on him and capture his heart?
Right as I was grinding my teeth in vexation, a groan sounded from the door and in strode the bastard I hated with passion.
"Saira."
"Why is it you again?" I snapped, not bothering to hide my annoyance.
"I noticed you didn't eat well, and brought you some snacks." Crossing the room in four giant strides, Idris Raed set a tray of sliced fruits on a corner of my worktable and raised his other hand to display a first-aid box.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "You didn't need to bring a first-aid kit. I might be a wolf, but my healing abilities don't lose out to a Lycan."
"I don't doubt you...just for my assurance...can I check the wound?" He pathetically asked, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.
I quirked a brow. If I didn't hate him with passion, I might've considered his flushed cheeks and puppy-dog eyes a little cute. "No, you can't."
"No? Why? Do you hate me that much?"
"Yes, but that's not the only reason. Before my eighteenth birthday, I took a vow to never let anyone but my soulmate to see my skin."
"Huh! You're kidding, right? I mean, what year are we in?"
"No, Lycan Heir. I'm dead serious. So...unless you miraculously become my soulmate, you can forget about seeing my skin in this lifetime."
My answer seemed to surprise him, as he stared at me with incredulous eyes. I ignored his stupefied expression and continued to weave. The colorful creatures of the sea gave me inspiration, and I ended up threading more exquisite details on the sapphire dress than I originally intended.
It came out gorgeous. The blue-green fishes bobbing up and down around the pink and orange corals added a mesmerizing charm to the complex folds of the heavy skirt.
After a period of silence, Idris Raed hesitantly asked. "Then...what if your soulmate never wants you in his life? What will you do then?"
"I don't mind waiting. After all, I've already waited for 4 years. Even if it takes a lifetime, being with him is the only ending I picture."
There was a time in history when the soulmate bond was treated as a sacred gift and blessing from the Moon Goddess. A time when Lycans and wolves waited for decades for the other half of their soul.
But with the passage of time, something changed, and werewolves and lycans began to favor chosen mates over their destined mates. Every she-wolf and she-lycan wanted a rich mate who could provide her with a comfortable life. While every male-wolf and lycan wanted a mate with the wealth to expand his pack.
Strong alphas didn't want rankless she-wolves as their soulmates. Similarly, she-wolves with alpha bloodlines rejected any male-wolves weaker than a Gamma. Occasionally, pairings between wolves of equal strengths did occur. However, some still ended up rejecting each other for pack benefits and territorial feuds.
And of course, there were also the majority who fell in love with someone who wasn't their mate, and marked a chosen mate as their other-half. As of now, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say 75 percent of the mate pairs in the werewolf and Lycan community were chosen mates.
As a rejected mate, I felt quite upset with the way the wolves and Lycan values have changed over the years.
"Saira Malivik, you lack nothing in life. Why? Why would you put yourself through such misery? Can't you find a man who loves you and live in bliss?"
Lost in thought, I forgot about the Lycan beside me until I heard his voice.
Sighing helplessly, I said, "I don't need love. I want acceptance. I'm searching for the one who'll protect me from the shadows."
In my years of growing up, I rarely witnessed soulmates ending up together. But even then, I'd never lost the drive to find my soulmate. Even in my moments of guilt and fear, the hope of meeting him lit like a beam in my heart and kept me from sinking into the pit of darkness.
But the man who rejected me and called me a whore...he wasn't the mate I imagined for myself. He was far from the one I pictured confronting my demons with me.
"I...I accept you." The Lycan Heir blurted out with a heated gaze. His words were barely discernible, but I heard them loud as a bell, as I'm sure he meant for me to hear. "Yeah, well. You're not my soulmate." I replied in a firmer tone. An awkward silence settled between us. Since our Bonding Ceremony, Idris Raed treated me with respect and took care of my needs before I even voiced them. The sarcastic jokes he cracked sometimes gave others the impression that he was a careless and laid-back Lycan. However, one week was enough for me to realize the man was far more complex than he appeared. And I...wanted nothing to do with him. He sighed and dragged a chair from the other side of the room. "If you ask me, I think we make a better couple than Caira and Einas." I swept a mocking glance over him. "Ya think?" "Well, yeah, I mean..." "That was meant to be sarcasm." "Oh." His voice, dampened by what I could only describe as dismay, couldn't hide his disappointment. After a moment o
"Burying failed. Smashing didn't work. What should we do to rid ourselves of this curse?" "Keep your voice down. Though I'm the Alpha, I still need the pack members' respect to lead with honor. As for her...we can't bury her outside like we did last time. Whatever we do, we must do it within the four walls of this mansion." "Mother, father, how about...we drown her?" I sprung up with a gasp, and rapidly blinked my eyes. Soaked with sweat, my nightdress clung to my skin, offering me little protection against the chill in the room. “Just a dream, Saira. Just…another dream.” I gulped, forcing the images out of my mind. The dreams. They were becoming more frequent, persistent, since I came to the Lycans lair. As the first rays of morning sunshine basked me in their warm radiance, I couldn’t help but wonder if that meant something. “Hehe. Of course, it means something. It’s a sign your tyranny’s about to end.” Zaria cackled with glee. “Yes, and with me, it’ll be your end as well. How
I didn't sleep well last night. Saira Malivik haunted my dreams in a skimmy outfit. Now, as I stood on the left side of the throne, my temples throbbed from lack of sleep, and I had to force myself to stay awake. Of course, the Clan Elders’ boring chatter didn’t help my case. Suppressing a yawn, I raised my head and lazily swept my gaze across the hall. Then, I saw her. Or more specifically, them. As if attracted by some sort of a magnet, my gaze was automatically drawn to their clasped hands. All too suddenly, the hall went quiet. An indistinguishable emotion blazed in my heart, weighing my chest with heaviness. I frowned, slightly discomfited at what I was feeling. Was it jealousy or displeasure? I couldn't tell, and this pissed me off. 'Must be the dream messing with my mind.' I decided, wrenching my gaze away from their hands. “Saira, Idris, you’re here.” My father’s face lit up at their appearance. "Daughter-in-law, come here. Let me have a look at you.” He beckoned to the
My heart swelled with pride as I gazed at my wife. She was a wonder to me in so many ways. Her confidence, her loyalty towards her soulmate, and her unshakable faith in the bond few treated as a gift in our community, were commendable. However, what drew me to her was her willingness to fight for her mate and her resolve to wait for him to return to her side, no matter how long it took. And not for the first time, I internally ridiculed my brother for being a fool. And for the umpteenth time, I prayed to the Moon Goddess for him to remain a fool to his last breath. “She’s ours now! Even if he regrets his rejection, we won’t let him take her back!” Malko growled in the back of my mind with the possessiveness of a mate. I sighed dejectedly and reminded him. “That decision isn’t ours to make. Saira already hates me for forcing a Bonding Mark on her. I won’t take a risk that’ll make her loath my very existence.” Though not as strong as the marking between soulmates and chosen mates, a
“You can let go.” My words were for the Lycan, as I glowered at the old men. As I expected, they were nothing good. Thankfully, we left the hall and I didn’t need to see their faces anymore. Otherwise, I might’ve just cursed them to their face. “Sorry. Are you okay?” Idris Raed asked worriedly as he released my hand and scanned my face. “I’m still alive.” I sighed. The scene in the Meeting Hall had me rattled. Einas Raed didn’t only reject me, but he also painted me as a desperate woman in front of his clan members. His actions were disappointing, to say the least. I could tell he had intended to use public pressure to make me accept his rejection. Now, more than ever, I was determined to make him fall for me. To make him taste the pain of rejection, before accepting him as my soulmate again. “Do you have a library in your mansion?” I asked Idris Raed as we strolled out of the palace through a back door into a tropical garden. “I do. Do you want me to give you a tour?” The Lycan
I looked at the empty bowl in my hand and lamented dejectedly. “Nanny Zoy said the path to a person’s heart is through their stomach. It’s been a week, and yet, Saira still doesn’t like me.” “I think that old woman is playing with us. Idris, think of another way. Don’t girls like jewelry? Buy Saira the most expensive jewels, then she might fall for you.” Malko excitedly suggested. “You forget, Mal. My girl is the only daughter of Malivik Usan. She must’ve seen more jewels than we can imagine.” I dumped the bowl in the sink and headed to my office to get some paperwork done. As the Lycan Heir of the Pacific Sea, I had to look after the clan business. We owned a giant enterprise, the Raed Enterprise, involved in fishery, natural oil, and salt production. Of course, we also had a little hand in pearl collection, ship building and boats. However, the main source of our income came from the fresh fish we shipped to other countries, and the oil and salt we produced from the ocean. It’s a
I hated winters. It made it more difficult to wake up and keep the drowsiness away in the mornings. Knowing Saira Malivik would be taking part in the training today, I groaned, yanked my blanket to the side, and stumbled into the bathroom. By now, I’ve already realized it wouldn’t be easy to get my rejected mate out of my life. But I didn’t want her. And for Caira, I planned to trample on her self-esteem until she backed away from the Squad on her own. After a quick shower, I brushed my teeth and slipped on a sweatshirt and pants. I didn’t have time to dry my hair. The morning chill in the room caused me to towel dry it and grab a sweat coat, before going downstairs to get something to eat. Currently, only my mother and I resided in the Commander’s mansion. I didn’t want to walk on my father’s footsteps even by mistake. Therefore, even though we were close, I refrained from crossing the line with Caira. She would only start living with us when she officially and legally became my
I thought about it really hard. Why the hell was I going through so many twists and turns to win back that bastard, Einas Raed? As my soulmate, he should’ve accepted me. That’s the way it should’ve been from the first day. But not only did this bastard not accept me, but he also didn’t leave any chance to insult me at every meeting. I was angry, I was miffed. But most of all, the frustration of my situation was eating at my control, giving Zaria more access to my mind, and more chances to influence my emotions. Yes, it was important to win back my mate. However, wasn’t it up to me on how I won him? Therefore, after seeing this clause in the section of the Warrior Training Squad regulations, my heart pounded. An idea took form in my mind. And to implement this idea, I intentionally got here late this morning. My plan was simple. Beat the shit out of the bastard and vent all my emotions from the past month, while getting in some physical contact that would rekindle the spark of ou