The ill fated lovers (the Alpha king and his Queen luna)

VII

He was leaving. The finality of it all hung heavy in the air, like a bitter aftertaste that refused to go away. I couldn't shake the unease that clung to me. He will be back. What now? Are you falling for him? my wolf questioned, her voice echoing in my mind, tinged with suspicion and a hint of hurt.

"No," I replied, my voice lacking conviction. "I want to finish my mission as soon as possible. This is the longest I've ever taken. I'm going to complete it today itself. No one will question me since I am his 'mate'." Each word felt like a jagged edge, cutting deeper with every utterance.

He is our mate. We can't kill him. Have you ever heard of a wolf killing their mate? My wolf's anger was palpable, her frustration almost a physical force in my mind.

"Well, they were waiting for me to tell the tales then," I retorted, trying to mask my inner turmoil.

"I can't help you. I won't help you this time. You are on your own." With those harsh words, she vanished from my consciousness. I could still feel her presence faintly, like a distant echo. She had shut me out, leaving me to navigate this emotional storm alone.

The silence during breakfast was oppressive. I could feel Alex's eyes on me, a constant weight that made me uncomfortable. I kept my head down, trying to ignore the awkwardness that hung between Charlie and Tim. Their silence spoke volumes, and I was left to fend off my own inner conflict.

I walked Ethan to his new school, completing the necessary paperwork for his admission. As he entered his new classroom, he glanced back at me once, a mix of uncertainty and trust in his eyes. I gave him a reassuring smile before heading back, only to find that I was the subject of many curious stares. I pulled the hood of the jacket Alex had given me over my head, trying to blend in. I assumed the stares were due to my unfamiliarity, but that notion was quickly challenged.

"Why are you smelling like him?" A girl's voice cut through my thoughts, sharp with jealousy and irritation. I looked down at myself—Alex's shirt, his hoodie, his shorts, which hung loosely on me. It suddenly clicked why everyone was staring. I wasn't exactly blending in; I was broadcasting my connection to Alex.

I kept walking, trying to ignore her. I didn't want her blood on my hands, which would only complicate my plans. But she wasn't ready to let it go. She grabbed my arm, her nails digging in painfully and finally clawing her nails out on my arms .

" you could have avoided her , why didn't you ?" Daeliah asked in confusion .

" Alexander is doubting our act of weak wolf . so obviously i have to help myself to be pathetic and weak " i replied internally . 

but now i have to return her favor , so i grabbed her wrist and twisted it in a snap , a crack indicating a likely break. Her cries of pain were a stark reminder of how fragile the situation was. "Refrain yourself. It's my business whose scent I carry. And as far as I remember, my business is none of yours," I said firmly, watching as she crumpled to the ground, sobbing.

Soon, I found myself surrounded by a group of people. Their stares were filled with hostility and anger. Three boys, roughly my age, formed a tight circle around me, blocking any chance of escape. I glanced at my arms; they weren't healing as expected. Instead, a burning sting coursed through my veins.

Silver. Holy shit. The realization hit me with a rush of panic. My magical abilities flared up instinctively, trying to counteract the pain, but I struggled to keep them suppressed. I couldn't afford to reveal my powers or my true identity, especially since I didn't fully understand what I was yet. What am I? I questioned myself every day.

"You dare hurt one of us and now you are trying to escape?" One of the boys said, his voice laced with menace. He looked a lot like the girl, who was now standing beside the other two. One of the boys had shifted into his wolf form, saliva dripping from his jaws—a disgusting display of aggression.

The pack members around us watched with morbid fascination, as if we were part of a circus act. I glanced at the girl's arm; she would heal in half an hour.

"Are you mute?" one of the boys repeated, their taunts growing more irritating. The burning pain from the silver was driving me to the edge. If it weren't for Alex, I would have dealt with these boys and their crowd right there, showing them what real fury looked like.

Suddenly, a powerful growl reverberated through the ground. The crowd parted in reverence. Alex appeared, his presence commanding respect and fear. The girl and the boys bowed their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. I felt a strange satisfaction in seeing him wield such power, and a small smile tugged at my lips.

Caught. I instinctively hid my injured arm behind me, folding it close. A voice in my head urged me, No sign of weakness. You will not show your weak points.

I took a step back, trying to locate the source of the voice. They found us. He found us, my wolf's voice was filled with panic. She was pacing anxiously in my mind. The silver was spreading through my body, intensifying the burning sensation. I fought to remain upright, struggling to keep my consciousness.

"Laurance, what happened to your arm? What happened here?" Tim's voice cut through the haze of pain. Alex's gaze remained fixed on me, a mix of worry and anger in his eyes, probably directed at the girl who had provoked this mess.

"Alpha, Laurance attacked the girl with her claws first," a voice from the crowd accused.

"Let's not rip his eyes from his sockets," Daeliah's voice was a steadying presence in my mind, helping me stay conscious. I managed a weak smile. Before I knew it, a strong hand gripped my arm. Sparks of energy danced across my skin where his touch met the silver.

His touch was soothing, the burning pain diminishing under his warmth. In an instinctive reaction, I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around him. His body tensed in surprise, but he didn't push me away.

I could sense his anger but also something else—confusion or perhaps discomfort.

 Was my touch unsettling him?

I released him, backing away as my strength waned. Just as I was about to collapse, he caught me by the waist, pulling me back to his chest. I could hear his heart pounding rapidly, then gradually slowing. The rhythmic beat was comforting, and as darkness encroached, I felt myself drifting away, the world around me fading to a comforting void.

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