"I, Alpha Jacob Mathews, reject Kallisto Marshall as my mate and Luna of the moonlight pack and is hereby banned to never return again" The growl could be heard from kilometers, the authority is his voice forcing me to lower my head in submission, s...
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I knelt in front of my best friend's grave, feeling the chill of the cemetery seeping into my bones. The gray skies mirrored my somber mood, casting a gloomy atmosphere over the place. The freshly dug earth beneath me felt raw and unforgiving, a painful reminder of the loss I was experiencing. Numbness enveloped me, making it difficult to process the reality of her absence. My wolf, restless and agitated, clawed at my insides, yearning for release and revenge against the one who had caused her harm. The intensity of my emotions was overwhelming, threatening to consume me.
As tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision, I clutched a small bouquet of her favorite flowers tightly in my hands. I could almost hear her voice echoing in my mind, her laughter mingling with the howling wind. Memories of our shared adventures, secrets whispered under moonlit skies, and the unbreakable bond we once shared flooded my thoughts.A surge of anger coursed through me, directed at the one who had shattered our world. How could he betray her, hurt her, when he was supposed to be her mate? The bond they had shared was supposed to be sacred, a connection built on trust and love. But he had violated it, leaving behind a trail of shattered dreams and broken promises.
"He could never be her mate," I muttered bitterly, my voice carrying the weight of disappointment and anger. The realization stung like salt in an open wound. I had believed in the power of true mates, in the unbreakable bond that should protect and uplift, not destroy.Mates were meant to be each other's solace, a refuge in the storm. The thought of the pain she had endured at his hands sent a surge of protectiveness through me. No one deserved to be treated with such cruelty, especially not someone as kind-hearted and loving as she had been.A bitter taste lingered in my mouth as I spat out my words, directed not only at him but at the injustices of the world. "Mates are not supposed to hurt each other," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the hushed silence of the cemetery. The words carried a weight of disillusionment, of shattered ideals.
You're one to talk.
My wolf said, a voice that mirrored his own criticisms, taunted me with a bitter reminder. it sneered, fueling my resolve to sever any lingering ties with him. The pain he had inflicted would forever mar my perception of love and trust.
With tears streaming down my face, I longed for one last embrace, a chance to hold Alexei, her beloved son, and offer him reassurance in the face of our shared loss. I yearned to tell him that everything would be okay and that he would never be alone in this world.In the midst of my despair, a hand gently rested on my shoulder, its presence a familiar source of comfort. Without needing to turn around, I knew it was Michael, my older brother, by the familiar scent that enveloped me. The scent carried traces of pine and musk, reminding me of our shared childhood adventures and unbreakable bond.
"Hello, Michael," I managed to say, a tremor in my voice. Instantly, a small smile graced my lips as his touch provided a fleeting moment of solace in a world that felt devoid of warmth.Beside Michael stood Alexander, our other brother, who shared our mother's piercing blue eyes. They were like mirror images of each other, their slight differences apparent only to those who knew them well. Clad in matching black suits, their presence exuded strength and a quiet determination to protect what remained of our shattered family.
A heavy silence hung in the air as Alexander handed me a worn diary, its pages filled with our friend's secrets and thoughts. "She wanted us to take care of him," Alexander explained softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "She wrote it all down in there. I didn't read it all, but I thought you should."I took a deep breath, my trembling hands clutching the diary close to my chest. "I can't take care of him," I confessed, my voice breaking. "I can't expose him to the dangers of the rogue life. I couldn't forgive myself if something happened to him." A fresh wave of tears welled up in my eyes, and Alexander's arms enveloped me in a comforting embrace, offering support in my moment of weakness.
His voice, filled with empathy, reassured me, "That's okay. I'll take care of him. And when he's old enough, I'll make sure he knows about you, knows the truth." His words provided a glimmer of hope, a lifeline in the midst of my despair.
Curiosity and confusion mingled in my eyes as I asked, "What truth?" Michael's bloodshot, tear-stained eyes met mine, a testament to the anguish he had been through. He took a deep breath, running his hands through his disheveled hair, visibly exhausted.
Removing his shades, Alexander revealed bloodshot, tired eyes. The sorrow etched on his face pained me, seeing my usually composed brother in such anguish. "Apparently, she didn't tell anyone a damn thing," he admitted, his voice laced with frustration and sorrow. "Read this damn book, and then give me a call."I nodded, accepting the responsibility of uncovering the truth and carrying it forward. We sat together, enveloped in a comfortable silence, finding solace in each other's presence as the wind gently rustled our hair. The weight of our shared loss hung heavy in the air, but we found strength in our unity.
As the silence lingered, Michael's voice broke through the stillness, his words a quiet realization. "You're leaving," he said, more of a statement than a question. He knew, just as I did. My gaze fell to the ground, my dress flowing lightly in the wind, as the truth of my imminent departure settled in.A pang of sadness echoed through me as I met Alexander's gaze, feeling his embrace as he joined our shared moment. Unable to hold back any longer, tears streamed down my face, my legs trembling beneath me as the weight of our impending separation finally took hold."My brothers, the only family I have left," I whispered through my tears, my voice barely above a choked whisper. In their presence, I found strength, love, and a shared sense of duty to uphold our family's name.
London, the city where my parents had met, beckoned me as a new chapter in my life awaited. It was a place steeped in history and memories, a reminder of the love between my parents that had brought me into existence.
My mother, a human, had fallen in love with my father, the Royal Beta, in what she believed to be a connection that transcended the mere mate bond.A smile flickered on my lips as I recalled a quote from her journal, a testament to the depth of her love for our father. Her absence was palpable, and I yearned for the guidance and wisdom only a mother could provide. Though my father had done his best, there were certain aspects of life where a woman's perspective would have been invaluable.
Her death during childbirth had been miraculous in itself, surviving six years after giving birth to my twin brothers and then bringing me into the world. Our father had shared stories of her courage, her unwavering strength in the face of adversity.
I silently vowed to honor her memory, to carry her love and light into the future. I would make her proud, I promised myself, as the wind whispered her name, carrying her essence into the depths of my soul.
As I turned to leave the cemetery, my footsteps heavy with the weight of grief and determination, I felt the presence of my brothers close behind. Together, we walked away from the gravestone, leaving behind the physical embodiment of our loss but carrying with us the indomitable spirit of love and loyalty that bound us as a family.
And as we stepped into the unknown, facing a future filled with both challenges and triumphs, we knew that the bond between us would forever remain unbreakable.
