The Mallapers Are Rising: A Rejected Werewolf Story

Chapter Forteen

Alpha Reaper's Point Of View

What do you say to the man that is falling apart in your arms? To separate a part of yourself for the greater good? No matter what I say or do, nothing will help Carson fight the inner turmoil he is fighting. To go against your innate response and destroy a part of your soul is unheard of. I have learned everything about mates and no matter how much his wolf loves his soulmate he knows deep down that Lamia has gone too far. 

Finding the saviour who will end the tyranny and restore balance was bittersweet for Carson. He had lost so much because of Lamia and he was equally a victim in this story. He could have been her redemption but when she looked at him in the Royal Hall she did nothing, she just continued her rage and disgust. She was surrounded by darkness, she was too power hungry to accept what her fate was. I sighed not knowing what to say, what to do other than hold my broken friend in my arms. 

He knew what happened to my mate was a collateral of her actions. He understands that I don't fully blame Lamia, for Alexander allowed her way for too long, he never rectified his actions, but the more time I observed them from the shadows. The more I began to suspect he wasn't involved with The Order. He was oblivious to what was going on in front of him, he was clueless to what was right in front of his face. 

Carson would have a love hate relationship with Leyla and I know his human side had already made peace with the need for Lamia's downfall but his wolf would not be able to help himself and see Leyla as a threat. That's the problem with wolves, despite mistakes they had the ability to forgive that some humans' couldn't comprehend. There would only ever be one soulmate who would hold onto your soul and that is what hold Lamia has on Carson. Despite the pain she had caused, he had thrown him into the shadows and condemned him to the life that we lead now. 

Carson's sobs started to ease and his breaths were deep. I could feel the tension in his shoulders and I would do anything I could to soothe him. I knew I needed to summon his wolf, I needed to understand where he was at. "Carson, I need to speak to your wolf. He needs to come forward." I spoke softly, I didn't want to command him. 

Carson nodded. It was then that his brown eyes, darkened black. There was no aggression behind the gaze he was giving me. I knew he didn't see me as a threat, I just needed to understand where he was at since Leyla's arrival. 

"Ronald, thank you for speaking with me." I nodded my head as a sign as respect. 

"Alpha Reaper, what can I do for you?" He asked, his voice was much deeper than Carsons, there was huskiness to it but I could hear the crack of pain that lingered in his tone. 

"I can feel your turmoil. I wanted to understand where your thoughts were at." I asked. 

He chuckled darkly. "Alpha, I am feeling a whirlwind of things. Where to start? I want to kill the king for laying with my mate. The saviour is finally here and ready to kill my other-half, I feel pain and darkness. Nothing more, nothing less."

"I'm sorry." I whispered as I hung my head. It was times like this that I felt I failed as an Alpha, as a friend. 

"My dear Alpha, it is not your fault." He sighed. "Lamia has made her choices, she has aligned against something that is against our nature. I have spent years mourning the loss of my love. The Goddess has spoken to me and as much as I hate it, I understand what has to happen." He picks his hand up and raises it to my cheek, gently grazing his finger across my cheek. "You haven't failed me Alpha, my mate failed me. I have made as much peace as I can with what is going to happen." He finished. 

"I'm truly sorry for your pain Ronald. I am sorry for what my mate has done to you." The shame of who was my mate is something I would have to carry with for the rest of my life.