The Mallapers Are Rising: A Rejected Werewolf Story

Chapter Thirteen

Alpha Reaper's Point Of View

My meeting with Leyla went well. She agreed to the training which allowed a weight to fall off my shoulders. She was a strong wolf and her human side displayed traits of honesty and loyalty. She had good morals and the more time I spent with her, the more hope began to surge within me. It was difficult not to like the young she-wolf especially when she revealed she was essentially a rejected wolf. 

It was when she told me her story that I could empathise with her pain, we had both been on the receiving end of our mates betraying us. I used to dream of finding my mate and what it would feel like, I remember believing in a happy ending but that was non-existent in the world I lived in. My wolf had suffered for years, many would have died in my position but I was destined for greatness and we perservered in adversity. We became strong. 

"What is so important that you interupted my meeting with Leyla?" I hummed. 

"I was worried, she's powerful and I was scared for your safety." Carson  explained. 

"I was fine and she is fine. She is no threat to us Carson. I told you that before. She will help us and we need her so do not overstep with my judgement again, do you understand?" I warned as I raised my finger to him. 

"Of course Rita, but I can't help but worry. We have both been in pain for many years and I don't want you feeling hope only for it to be ripped away by some child." He responded. I could hear the disgust in his voice. 

Carson is and always will be my closest friend and he had suffered just like me. There were distinct differences between the two of us and we have bonded over the loss of our soulmates. I could feel his frustration through our pack bond, I knew he felt threatened because he knew my mate was now within my grasp. His mate was far beyond his grasp and he knew that she was beyond saving. 

Carson hated that I had hope, that my wolf trusted her mate to come back to her. At times, I would curse her for devotion to the mate that had chucked us away. I spent many years falling into darkness, spitting profanities, shaming my wolf for the love she had for the mate that didn't reciprocate the loyalty we had show him. She knew what we had lost but all she would say was it was not his fault. 

As time went by, I regained my relationship with my wolf. We became stronger and we fought the darkness that was seeping into our heart. My wolf was adamant that there were explainations for what happened and during my first years in the shadows I didn't want to hear them. I was becoming feral as time went by. I had exhausted myself in fighting the bond with my wolf, wanting the pain to disappear. It was then that I was silent and she told me the secrets that she had discovered that changed my life. Perspective is always a funny thing and comes when you least expect it or when you have choices that have caused to go past a point of no return. 

Unfortunately, there was still some hope for my mate, whereas Carson's mate was beyond saving. For we are the only two wolves who know the full truth. We both lost something that we can never regain, we had lost years with the people. I had a chance to help my mate seek redemption and Carson he lost hope for what he has lost. I could always feel him wither in his pain. 

"Carson, she will help us. She is important and you know that." I said softly as I made my way towards him. I grabbed his hand and ran my fingers in soothing circles. "Carson there is still time for you, you haven't lost everything." I could feel the tears well in my eyes as he turned his head away from my gaze. 

"No Rita, it's too late. I have missed so much and I hate it, I hate them for what they did. What they did to, what they did to me." He whispered. 

"Carson, I told you many years ago you can not lose hope. There is still time, I promise you. He will love you, he will not blame you." I pleaded with him. 

"You have no idea what you are talking about!" He roared. "You have your mate here under lock and key, your mate," he spat the word out like a poison is in his mouth, "is a disgusting man who has ruined countless lives."

"Carson, you and I both know the truth and he is not responsible for what happened. He played his part but it was beyond me and him. There were forces beyond our control. Things happened and I have spent many years thinking about it. Hell if I was him, I would have fallen for it too. He is not the evil in this equation, he is just as much as victim as you and I." I exasperated. 

"What are you going to do Rita? What happens when doesn't work out the truth? What happens if he doesn't believe you? Then what! Are you prepared to let him go, you prepared to destroy him like he did your life!?" He shouted. 

My eyes hardened at his words. The wolf in me felt threatened and challenged, he was questioning our authority. I could feel her clawing her way to the service, she wanted to peel his skin until he submitted. I held her back, trying to sooth her desires, telling her that his disrespect was coming out a place of love, logically I understood his reasoning. I knew his questions were valid and if I'm honest I didn't truly have an honest answer for him. It went against our innate ability as wolves to kill our mates because we would lose a part of our souls. 

"Carson, I will always think of our family first. I am prepared to do what the Goddess wills. We cannot help it, it is our innate ability to protect our mates. You know that as well as I do. Why do you think you could never go for the kill? Why do you think I never went for the kill? I know what it would do to you! You must think the same way." I explained. 

"Leyla was destined to right the wrongs and fight The Order. She is the only one who can stop them and Carson we must help her. You must help her, it is bigger than just the pain we have suffered." I cried. 

Carson looked at me, he saw the tears roll down my cheeks. I could sense his guilt through the bond, he understood what I was saying. He knew his mate had gone to far and he knew that she had some involvement with The Order. There was nothing he could do, other than fight the internally battle with his wolf. I knew his loyalties would be tested but equally I knew that he understood sacrifices had to be made. He was struggling with the future that was laid in front of him. 

A small tear escaped his eye as he pulled me in for a comforting hug. Words could not be spoken, for he knew deep down what was going to happen, he knew that the war was inevitable. It wasn't a question of it but a matter of when. He held me tightly, I could feel his wolf vibrate with pain. His wolf wasn't stupid or naive, he was coming to terms with what needed to happen. What Leyla would do to save us.

"She's going to kill my mate isn't she?" Carson whispered. 

"Yes, it's her destiny. She has to stop her before it's too late. You know it and I know. I can feel your wolf's mourning for what is to come. She is far past the point of redemption. She won't seek it." I softly said as we cried into eachother's necks. 

"I can't believe she's going to kill her. I can't believe she's going to kill Lamia." He muttered through his sobs.