Moon Of The Magnificent Moassa

CHAPTER 2 Naturally

After meeting my best friend, my day forwarded as predictably as it always did. I boarded the familiar bus, came back to my empty 2BHK apartment as I naturally did, and hastily prepared a solitary dinner.

But deep down, I couldn't help but yearn for a different reality—one where I would come home after a long day of work to a loving family, enjoying a meal together and playing with my brother's children. Unfortunately, that reality had been shattered nine years ago when my blood relations and I turned our backs on each other.

To be honest, I missed them, although the love and sense of belonging I craved was never bestowed upon me, unlike my dear friend Crystal. She was cherished and needed, while I was relegated to the sidelines.

Being from an orthodox family, life wasn't easy and though there was a need to prove myself, there was no one to acknowledge that.

Growing up in an orthodox family was no easy feat. Despite the need to prove myself, there was no one to acknowledge my worth. The affection shown to my brothers and me was unequal, as were the opportunities we received. As a girl, I was burdened with the responsibility of marrying early, giving birth to a pure-blooded alpha wolf, and always obeying the whims of my chosen mate and his family.

While Crystal romanticized the concept of werewolf mates, I couldn't see it any differently from human marriages.

To me, they were all the same. However, my parents held a different view.

My parents were soul mates, fortunate enough to have found each other in due time. The enduring love they shared often left me pondering why people settled for chosen mates. But then rationality kicks in.

In the present day, soul mate connections had become increasingly rare. It had become a daunting task to find one's destined partner within a suitable timeframe. In the past, any wolf could catch the scent of their mate after the female had experienced menstruation at least once. However, even this had changed. The growing population, globalization, and the amalgamation of harmful chemicals in the air and with our werewolf genes had made it difficult for mates to detect each other's scent.

As more and more wolves started choosing their mates a law was finally passed to allow wolves to officially be with whomever they desired.

A lot of wolves have chosen mates these days. In the ancient world, soul mates were a sacred thing, a gift of the moon goddess bestowed upon every wolf but today, only few possess the patience to wait for such connection and polygamy, is not a practice followed today in our society.

So, naturally my fahir and fruas fixed a marriage for me, with a person who could benefit -not me- but my family, as well as go well with their ideology. He had the same ideology as my parents, one that could surely suffocate me to a life full of misery and discrimination.

Throughout my formative years, I longeded for the love my parents showered onto my fruas, my modre did the same as my fahir, never thinking that I am their child too and I needed the same amount of love and respect too.

At the age of nineteen, I made a firm decision—I would not allow others to dictate the course of my life. No matter the cost, I would forge my own path. I decided to run away from my wedding because my parents won't call it off.

No matter how much I cried or begged. But it was to no avail. There were tears and beatings too, but I didn't bend.

It was tough and it was scary. Werewolves are good at tracking and my fruas were the best at it. Escaping the best tracking wolves wasn't easy at all.

It required meticulous planning, pushing myself beyond my limits, and conquering my deepest fears. I refused to let these obstacles hinder me; instead, I let them go and allowed myself to breathe.

There was no turning back from that point forward. Through unwavering dedication and tireless effort, I managed to secure a place at the most prestigious coed university.

I was living a life that I made for myself. And while I lived away from them and their boundaries, I saw a whole new world. I realized that how important and rich our diversity is. It made me realize what acceptance is. And I accepted and lived with it.

Bringing myself out of that pity ride, over the lost love of my family, I lightly slapped both my cheeks and chugged down a whole glass of water.

Having an instant craving for something sweet and cold, I headed to the nearest ice cream parlor, already envisioning the taste of my favorite indulgence - coffee tub which is made from healthy and organic coffee and walnuts.

Just thinking about the sweet ice cream and crunchy walnuts had me in my best mood ever. While walking in my happy bubble I collided headfirst in a hard chest. The impact making me stumble back and lose my footing.

Strong warm hands swiftly steadied me before I could fall.

His warmth was so strong, strong enough to seep through my clothing and burn the skin below. Through my formal black shirt, I could feel the goose-bumps all over my arms.

I sucked in a breath when my eyes landed on the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

His face was totally my type but the most beautiful aspect of his face was his coffee orbs.

Phoenix shaped eyes encased orbs that resembled melted honey coffee.

Strangely,

In the glow of that melted honey coffee I could feel myself melting too.

His moons were like a bright sun and mine couldn't help but edge a little closer.

A subtle movement from his side jolted me out of the mesmerizing trance he had woven, and a smug smile curled upon his ruby lips.

Embarrassed, I distanced myself and mumbled a quick sorry and thank you.
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The chapter 2 is up. Please let me know your thoughts.

What do you think of this guy with strong warm hands?

Is he our hero? Or not?

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Do you like soul mates more or chosen mates?

And,

what's your favorite ice cream flavor?

Yours,
Ver.