Chapter 002
Myra’s POV Either the moon goddess was drunk or she made an error while working the fate of werewolves and their partner. I sniffed harder, to make sure the earthly strong scent of sandalwood came from him and I almost moaned at the delight as the smell wafted back into my nose. “How can I be mated to you?” He questioned with irritation, eyeing me from the top of my head straight down to my toes, disappointment etched above his expression. At that moment, the same question spun within me, and only then did I notice he was naked and his manhood dangled freely in front of me upright. Rock hard like a steel and all moistened. I withdrew my gaze, not wanting to appear tasty in sight of him- albeit the thought of me taking him full sparked beneath my mind. That was going to be my first time having a dirty thought, and I blame it on the mate bond. For a dick that he is, he sure held the reputation below. My eyes racked up his body, to assess his manly physique that brought a silent gasp through my lips. For a cruel monster with no heart, he certainly has the face capable of being the devil, and a body perfectly sculpted for his sadistic tendencies. He was ripped and he knew it, all muscled up with the abs, and broad shoulders. All the way down to his rigid thighs, long strong legs that blessed him the height over six foot and two inches. Okay, was it the mate bond or exactly why am I finding a monster like him so damn attractive. He’s so fine, my goddess! I’ve never seen him in this light before nor inspected his appearance. Again I blame it on the mate bond. A snapped from my senses, I averted my scrutinizing gaze away to look him up in the eyes with my head tipped forward. “That’s a question for fate, not me.” After much silence, my response leaked out. His eyes grating me all over. He was also checking me out as I was doing to him seconds ago, and something punched within me to sprinkle some hurt after witnessing his disgusted face as the result expression of checking me out. I may not know how I look or what I look like, but I’m sure it’s not that bad. “Get out!” His head whirled behind, laying the order out to whoever was inside the room with him giving him a good time before fate procured itself. “But Alpha, you’re not yet dress and-“ “Get out!” His voice resounded with more pitch, the shuffling steps of the female rattled past him and me next in a hurry, before I could even know who she was. From her response, I already deduced her to be the maid in charge of dressing him up. Yet she was doing something else entirely, while the ongoing function was in his name. In fact was for him. I took him for an asshole, never for a man whore. Or what would you term a man getting sexual with a maid sent to dress him up? And doesn’t he have a girlfriend. The bitch said to be studying in the city, she was the beta’s first daughter and a close friend of Logan’s. Both of them were so close then until she left for the city to go study, rumors around the pack has me believing they were dating. A lot then speculated about their relationship, that it was more than a friendship and it does seems like it. He was now alone with me, gaze buried into each other. I wouldn’t dare to match his gaze if it wasn’t for the situation. His hand would have circled my neck and have my respiration restricted. “I can’t be mated to you. Eww.” Irritation washed over his tongue, his face reflecting the feeling out to me. I could bother less about his hatred. I almost rolled my eyes at him. “Well you are, so how does the rejection work? Let’s get on with it,” I told him, letting him know through my statement that he wasn’t and will never be my choice too. If the world was rid of werewolves and left with the both of us mated, I will happily die mateless and alone than be mated with him or a clone of him. His eyes blazed, anger rushing through them. Only then did I realize I have been breaking his rules, his electric blue eyes captured mine in a daze, and sassiness peeked through mine. “Get your eyes off me!” His gruff voice rebuked, and it took every ounce of my soul to stand my muscles down from rolling my eyes at him again. “The situation at hand requires eye contact, so lay low on the bloody rule, Alpha- jerk,” The words came out brazened, making sure to mouth the added title. “What did you just call me?” His brows furrowed, his gaze slightly squinted, baiting for me to repeat myself or sank with rendition. “Are you going to reject me or I have to spend the next few minutes with you naked? If I will, then I’ll need a blindfold.” I changed the subject totally, speaking back around to the situation. His hand shot forward at the heard of my sentence to circle my neck as he strangled gently at first. I looked at him nearly fazed. “You will address me with respect!” He warned in a stern voice, raising his face at me as he shot me a cocky glare, his aura becoming intimidating with his stupid Alpha-ness. Oh how much I pity this useless pack for coronating this idiot into becoming their leader, well I wish he leads them to their doom. My breathing hitched, is hand tightening around my neck. “Do you understand?” He whirled for my attention, but I mask my pain with a stoic glance. “If you kill me now, chances are you’ll die with me. So are you going to shatter the stupid bond first or accept it? Pick one and let’s know if you’re going to later kill me,” I told him amidst my choking pain, his hand dropped off my neck at once, something flashed through his eyes before I could get a grasp. “You don’t even want me,”he said the obvious, earning the award for figuring that out sooner. He’s a big fool if he thinks I’d want anything to do with him, like some bond is just gonna sweep in and swirl all my hatred away for him and make me forget all he has done to me. A big fool. “It’s mutual. Now it’s only classy for you to do honor, or I would have.” I shrugged at his sudden solemnity. “I loathe your presence, stop talking,” he sentenced in a deep weary tone. And I wonder what got into his nerve, yikes he looks bothered as heck. “I, Alpha Logan of the Crystal Moon Pack rejects you, Myra. A very useless and worthless omega to ever be my mate, and my future Luna,” he spewed with primal disgust, eyes void of any regret as the statement came into utterance. “And I, Myra De Vries accepts your rejection,” I followed the recitement. His beautiful scent draining off my nostrils. The brewing bond shattered and I felt no pain, however I couldn’t say the same for him when he held his heart, hurt visibly flashing through his eyes. He staggered backwards and shock morphed on my expression. “Get out!” He yelled at me the moment he noticed me witnessing his painful moment. If he’s feeling pain out of the rejection, that could only mean one thing. He wanted the bond, he was attracted to it. Yet he rejected it. “Get out!” His voice came yelling once again, and I had to succumb. The question, however, remains. Alpha Logan was attracted to me after all?Epilogue A Month Later. Myra’s point of view It all started with you, and now I hope it ends with you. I spit on the grave in assurance that truly the monster in my life was now feet deep into the solid ground. Oh no this wasn’t my mate’s grave. Heheheh. My mate is no grave at all. Nah I promised myself he wasn’t going to die, just like he promised me that he was going to protect me till the end. We kind of both kept our promises. Mine was easier to keep when my mother is the goddess of the moon itself, all I had to do was reach out to her. Then talked her into returning my mate’s soul to me, a soul she was able to retrieved from the underworld because it belongs to her. Logan was her creation while he was alive so she had a claim on his soul. Although, I had to sacrifice my immortality to be able to reform his life cycle like it once was. After he was brought to life, we buried the Alpha King alongside his whore mentally sick mate in the grounds of where they snuck up on us.
Chapter 116 (Finale - Part 2)Myra’s point of view Was I too late? No. No I can’t be. I ran as quick as my feet could have me hump through the air to his side. There he was, barely alive, gurgling with blood stained down from his mouth, to his neck, and all over his body. He was still conscious, a thin hold of his existence. On the brink of death. I sank to the floor beside him, as I worked him up to rest on my thighs rather than have him on the bare floor like someone unworthy of grace. He is worthy, he is more than worthy. He is my grace! I glanced over at the unconscious dead Lucas piled next to him. Logan did it. He killed him, he was able to. He saved my life like he promised to, like he’s been looking to do ever since! “Logan!” My voice sounded broken, like a harsh realization of what is in front of me. A reality I wouldn’t like to accept. He was in this condition because of me, he’s hanging on a short life thread because of me. He’s about to lose his life now because of m
Chapter 115 (Finale - Part 1)Logan’s point of view What was I thinking trying to reason with a bloodlusted predator? I’d admit my reasoning came from a place of fear, but I’d be stupid if I’m not afraid of him. Even with the weapon I have against him in my possession, what’s to say he wouldn’t have enough power left to blink me out of existence like he’s done before. “I’m going to enjoy taking away your last breath.” Were the words heard from him before he launched at me in an abrupt whoosh. A force slammed into my gut as I flew into the air, and another waited at the end of my projection to land me a stronger force. He punched me into the ground before he got over me and began to pummel my face into the floor I was sprawled on. There was no space for me to react, neither the chance to resist his attack and get away from him. I couldn’t utilize my psychic abilities because it would need my focus, my pure concentration that is currently out of pocket because of my face, neck, an
Chapter 114 (Semi Finale) Myra’s point of view For the first time in my life and I'm saying this because I've lived a miserable existence. I grew up a victim of abuse and mistreatment. Yet I've never been scared, but here we are today, tonight and for the first time in my life, fear gripped me hard like a vice at the sight of who stood few strides away from us. Even under the dark night sky, I could still tell the look on their faces. I’m sure Lucas would have a devilish smug face that hints on how achieved he feels to be here finally, to handle the fate he’s always has planned for Logan once and for all with no mistake this time around. And Lisa, she’ll just be happy she gets to be included in this, and if it’s her role to fight me then I’m sure she’s more than willing to cause some damages. I could end this, I could wish the both of them out of existence. Only if it was possible, however my powers doesn’t work on Lucas, and I think it’ll be the same with Lisa. The both of
Chapter 113Logan’s point of view Of course I figured out late that the girl we have with us is no more than who her father is. I may not have even found out if I wasn’t in Deena’s head. The memories I drowned my knowledge in later exposed the harsh reality that we’ve saved a monster with the same interest an older monster has for the fate of this world. I was going to tell Myra the moment I walked out of that door, even if I came out devastated and a bit swung by the discovery. Still she needed to know so we could plan against it. I had to stop myself when I saw her creeped out of her room and leaned over her doorframe to watch over us. I thought if she doesn’t know that we know who she is truly underneath her helpless facade, then we might still be a step ahead of her. So instead I spoke about a different thing with Myra, like how it’s actually my intention to make her stay behind, even lied that she should with the demon baby we have with us so the girl still wouldn’t have an
Chapter 112 Myra’s point of view “What’s that look on your face?” I asked about the sulked look on Logan’s face as he waltzed out of his room lifelessly. “How badly screwed are we?” I stood up so I could go to him. Tension oozed from him. It was obvious he thinks this is all for him to navigate, to dismantle, and sail over. That he’s shifted all the burden meant for the both of us to carry to himself alone. I rested both my palms on each side of his shoulder as I rubbed him a soft massage. “You’re not alone in this,” I brought to his reminder because that was surely lost in his head. “Good news is I’ve figured out a way to stop the Alpha King, to defeat him once and for all,” he began, his tone a reflection of his dark mood. “What’s the bad news?” I asked, seeing as he went silent and wouldn’t share the rest of the information. “It’s nothing. We should have dinner and go to sleep, tomorrow I’ll set out to get what we need to use against the Alpha King.” He shrugged out