Novel & Cerita Mark Watney The Martian

“I can’t afford to feel this way. I’m the Alpha. I have to lead. I have to protect the pack. I can’t fall apart because of a girl.” “She’s not just a girl. She’s your mate.” I slammed my fist against the desk. “Don’t remind me.” The pain that shot through my hand felt good. It gave me something real to hold onto. Ronald stood and walked to the window. “You always said when you met your mate, you wanted honesty. Loyalty. And a connection stronger than anything else.” “Yeah,” I said bitterly. “And now I’ve got a liar with a pretty face and a wolf I’ve been hunting sleeping under my roof.”

____ I woke up, still in the healing room, I wondered if I had only been asleep for a few minutes as Matilda had said. "What was the result?" I asked, my heart pounding. I stared at her face; there was a strange sadness on it. I shook my head slowly, refusing to see deeper into those things. "What is the fucking result, Matilda?" Finally, she stared at me, her eyes teary. "Have you ever taken wolf's bane into your system?" she asked.

I swallowed hard not knowing what to say. “ Maya,” her name rolled out of my mouth. She turned her head slowly to look at me, she didn’t smile at me. Her expression was neutral, maybe she wasn’t happy to see me or she was still angry with me. I walked close to her, I sat on the stone close to her. I exhaled sharply. “ Maya I’m sorry,” I said calmly, not knowing what I’m even sorry for.I’m sorry that the moon goddess didn’t choose you as my mate? Lame!

The whole place had this manic pulse to it—messy, but kinda impressive. Evangeline? She just felt crushed. Like, from the second she woke up, it was all pressure, right on her chest. Luna now. No hiding, no denying, no slipping up. Every little thing she did or didn’t do suddenly mattered. The whole damn pack’s survival, balanced on her shoulders. Lucky her, huh? Did she ask for this? Absolutely not. Too late to bail, though. That ship sailed. “Luna!” A voice behind her, cracking with adrenaline. Marlo—still had that baby-face, probably couldn’t even grow a decent beard. “There’s been another fight at the west lookout.”

I recalled her soft-looking skin from years back, and my entire being went into celebration mode. About an hour later, I sat on my throne as I stared at the lycan council including Theodore. They all had this curious look on their face; meanwhile, my face had this victorious look. I stared at Theodore and wondered if he had actually helped me get this done or if he had no idea about it. "I found my mate. I have found Selene Nightfall!" I announced and the entire place fell so silent that I could hear a pin drop. "Umm, you mean you found another Selene Nightfall and not my daughter, right?" Theodore muttered.