Chapter 4.

NYRA

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The moon hangs high in the sky, its eerie shadows flickering through the room.

The room is strangely cold and I can't help but shiver as I hold unto my knees.

When Alpha King Lucien walks into the room, my whole body goes stiff and my breath hitches.

I sink in grief as he takes slow and deliberate steps towards me, what is he going to do to me now?

"Such pretty lone wolf." He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips.

I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up.

"W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out.

The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion.

Why am I vulnerable to his touch?

"I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it.

The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless. 

Why am I this way?

"Mireya, What's wrong?" I ask her and the reply she gives me sends my blood running cold.

"Mate." 

The word almost escapes my lips but the frown on Alpha King Lucien stops me.

"How can the Moon Goddess be so blind?" He rasps, his claws digging into my skin.

"Don't you dare mention it!" He warns, "I can never take you as my mate." He hisses, his voice thick.

Why would the Moon Goddess give this wicked Alpha King as my second chance mate?

How worse can my life get?

"I, Alpha King Lucien Bloodmoon of Raventhorn Pack reject you, Nyra Moonfang of  Crimson Hollow Pack as my second chance mate!" He cut my thoughts short, breaking into my mind again and his words? They sent the rest of hope whirling in me, crushing me.

Pain stabs through my chest, his rejection hits slices deeper than the last.

I never had the idea that I'd be getting a second chance mate and worse, being rejected twice now.

The familiar pain of rejection seized my soul, gripping me hard.

"I can see the tattoo on your arm." He says, his eyes fixed on me, "you possess healing abilities but there's something strange about you. I can feel a dark aura around you like that of a witch."

"I….I…." 

Banshee Kali interrupts me, her voice loud in my head.

"Run, Nyra, flee" She chants in my head. 

Why is she back now? What does she wants this time? 

"Leave me alone…." I whimper within me. Alpha Lucien shouldn't find out about the witch, it's only going to get things more complicated.

"Darknesss…Gloominess.." Alpha King Lucien rasps, his brows knit together in a deep frown. "You're supposed to be an healer— pure and clean, why do I see your face in two parts, one as wool and the other crinson— blood thirsty?"

"I…." I'm being held by too much pain to speak. How do I prove him wrong? How do I explain that I now carry a witch's spirit?

"Leave now, Kali…." I sniff, holding back my tears, "...now. I'm going to be in more trouble."

It's known all over the werewolf realm. The chaos that happened a century ago changed everything.

The hatred for witches is no spread across every Pack.

Alpha Lucien might find out soon. His smelling organ is hyper and it'd be easy to detect Banshee Kali's scent.

"Wood, old books and angst— you smell like doom." He now leans in closer and pins me to the wall.

"Pl...please spare me." He now knows. Banshee Kali keeps screaming to run but there's definitely no way, I'd be escaping Alpha King Lucien.

He will never yield to my plea. Unforgiving and unyielding— that's who he is.

He holds my wrists, gripping them firm above my head. 

He doesn't let go and the witch doesn't stop to taunt me either.

I can feel her grasp on my soul— tight and cruel. Almost like a threat to dance to her tunes.

Alpha Lucien's eyes never leave mine, he bores into them— his expression unreadable. 

And just like that, he slams his lips on mine, kissing me roughly.

I freeze. What fierce hunger drives him?

Even as curiousity floods grips every fibre of me, the ease in my soul doesn't stay unnoticed.

Kali's grip on me is loosened.

I can feel it.

Then, he whispers in my ear, low and dangerous.

"You're mine."

My breath catches and I stare up at him, my heart pounding so loudly I fear he might hear it.