My Muted Alpha | ✔️

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

"Kronos... why couldn't I save them?" I cried, clinging onto his shirt.

It had been about two weeks since the funeral but I had deep regrets about my pack members deaths. As their Luna, I was responsible to keep them safe. I wonder how Kronos felt during this as well? He was the alpha after all.

I sobbed into his shirt, creating a wet stain from the amount of tears I cried.

No matter how much time had passed, I couldn't forget how helpless I felt. Laura died in my arms. Nick was out of my reach. Macy... I wasn't even there for. And the baby... the poor baby pup. They didn't even have a chance at life.

Tears pricked my eyes more as I angrily thought to myself how much I hated Fortrista.

My mate, who listened to my whimpers, could only hold me. He caressed my head, snuggling me. It's as if he was telling me it was going to be okay and that he was here for me, no matter what.

He continued to kiss the top of my head, his hand twirling circles on my back.

My cries soon turned into hiccups, as I managed to mutter out, "It's funny... because when I resumed the position of Luna, I never thought things would be like this." I blinked, sniffling. "You know, I try to pretend things are okay. Because if I pretend I'm okay, then others won't be worried about me. If I pretend I'm not scared, then others won't be scared as well. It's so hard to pretend everything is okay, Kronos."

He was silent, nodding as he kissed me on the forehead. I leaned into him, relying on the comfort of my own mate. It was funny, because it's usual me whose comforting Kronos. Now, it's the other way around.

No matter how you looked at it, we have come a long way together as mates.

I smiled at this, snuggling further into my mate. In the arms of my beloved mate, it wasn't long before I drifted to sleep, welcoming the darkness as it pulled me under.

***

I woke up to the sound of whimpers, my senses high on alert. It was in the middle of the evening, the dawn of light hasn't even broke.

Looking to my right, I realized the sounds were coming out of Kronos. We had been sleeping next to one another since the bond between mates are too strong. It felt lonely during the evenings, and the bond was setting in place, making it unbearable to not be next to one another.

I peered over his face, studying him. Small tears pricked the corners of his eyes, while sweat formed on his forehead.

Instinctively, I extended my hand into his hair, caressing it. I was sure that he could feel the sparks, because instantly, his whines were no more. Kronos had calmed down, eventually, he was snoring quietly.

You could tell he was having a nightmare from his trauma. Even if he wrote he was fine, he never really was.

Saying you're fine when you're really not, is one of the most common lies people say. It's almost as if they say that hoping to convince others, but deep down, they really want someone to notice their pain; to hug them as they cry and tell them everything is going to be okay. The thing is, fear holds them back. They're afraid that their problems will trouble others, so they rather keep it to themselves.

I moved closer to Kronos, pecking him on the cheek. He softly smiled, snuggling into my neck.

Sighing out, I ask myself, how broken are you Kronos?