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

XX

Alexander's POV:

The aftermath of our argument left everything in disarray. My heart was still raw with confusion and regret. The anger I felt was nothing compared to the self-loathing that gnawed at me. I had seen the marks of my claws on her neck, the tangible evidence of the pain I had inflicted on my mate. It was as if my own hands had betrayed me.

My wolf was a storm of fury and anguish. The realization that I had hurt her so deeply was a heavy burden. But when she finally admitted that she had fallen for me, it should have been a moment of relief. Instead, I stood there, paralyzed with shame. I had been given a second chance, yet I felt utterly incapable of grasping it. Words like "sorry" seemed so inadequate. I wanted to hold her, to make things right, but the moment slipped away.

Then, Charlie, Austin, and the other guards arrived, breaking the fragile bubble of our interaction. I could smell her blood—iron and copper, mingling with the night air. It drove me mad with frustration and guilt. How could I look her in the eye when I had been the cause of her suffering? How could I, who had caused her so much pain, dare to feel anything but contempt for myself?

The sight of Austin touching her ignited a fire of jealousy and anger within me. If it weren't for Davina's presence, I would have torn him apart. My wolf was raging, my instincts clawing at me to act, but I restrained myself. I knew my actions had already caused too much damage.

"Undo whatever you did to me?" I demanded, my voice hoarse and desperate, not even fully realizing the plea I was making. I wanted her to stay, even if just for a few more moments.

"Great. You've pissed her off even more," my wolf growled at me, a dark sense of irony in his tone.

Her touch on my shoulder was the last thing I remembered before everything turned into a haze of searing pain and silence. I awoke, disoriented and aching, only to find her gone. The thought of her leaving me again was like a physical blow. The idea of her disappearing from my life once more drove me to the brink of panic.

"Find her. I swear, if we lose her again, I'm going to disown you, human," my wolf snarled, his frustration palpable.

I followed her scent, heart pounding as it led me to the cliff's edge. The sight of her standing there was both beautiful and terrifying. Was she...? My breath caught as she moved closer to the precipice. A wave of sheer terror crashed over me.

"Stop her—if she takes another step, she will fall into the sea," my wolf's urgent voice cut through my panic. "Stop looking like a creep and do something, you dumb human."

My legs were shaking uncontrollably, my mind racing with how to approach her. Confronting her abruptly might push her further into despair. I had to think, to act carefully.

"Approach her slowly and try to calm her," my wolf advised, his voice softer but still tense.

Gathering my courage, I took a deep breath and said, "I thought you ran away. Again."

"What is that? Are you on some narcotics? Was that the best you could think of?" my wolf snapped at me, but I could see the small victory as she stopped, turning to face me.

To my horror, she began to cry. Each tear was a dagger to my heart, a testament to the pain I had caused. My entire being was focused on her, aching to make things right.

I rushed to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Her sobs were muffled against my chest, and I whispered soothing words, desperate to comfort her. The warmth of her body against mine, the softness of her breath—it was a balm to my soul. Slowly, her tears subsided, and exhaustion took over. She fell asleep in my arms, her injuries still visible, not healing as they should.

I carried her back home with a mix of relief and anxiety. Charlie and Tim were still occupied with the aftermath of the rogue attack. My mind was already spinning with strategies to handle the situation, trying to avoid the prospect of war. The recent attacks weren't random; something was off, and it felt like a larger scheme was at play.

When I arrived, Ethan was back, a surprise given the late hour. Austin was waiting for me, his concern evident.

"Is she okay?" he asked, rushing towards me.

"Yeah, she's just tired and exhausted. She's asleep now, so I'm going to take her to our room. You should rest too. It's late, and I bet you're tired as well," I whispered, careful not to disturb her as she snuggled closer to me.

Austin nodded and left, allowing me to focus on getting Davina to our room. As I laid her down on the bed, I chose to lie beside her. Her body instinctively moved closer to mine, and I couldn't help but smile at how peaceful she looked despite everything. I took out my phone and snapped a picture of her ..

She was still wearing Austin's hoodie, and my wolf was restless. I couldn't bear to see her in it any longer. Carefully, I removed the hoodie and replaced it with a thin white shirt. It was a struggle to maintain my composure—seeing her so vulnerable and knowing how close I came to losing her was almost unbearable.

I tucked her under the comforter and pulled her closer to me. The tranquility of the moment was a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. I decided to stay awake, driven by fear and a sense of duty. I needed to be vigilant, to protect her from any further harm.

As I lay beside her, the image of her standing on the cliff kept replaying in my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her inching closer to the edge, and my heart would lurch with fear.

I tightened my grip around her, holding her close as if by sheer force of will I could banish the terror of losing her. Her warmth against me was a stark contrast to the icy dread that had gripped me. I buried my face in her hair, trying to ground myself in the present, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath.

The bed felt too empty without her. I pressed closer, wanting to memorize the comforting reality of her presence. My muscles tensed as I thought about the abyss she nearly fell into. The fear of losing her again was overwhelming, a constant gnawing anxiety.

Her breathing was my anchor to my and my wolf's sanity . I whispered into her ear, my voice thick with emotion, "I'm here. I won't let you go." My arms tightened around her, a silent vow to keep her safe. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her again. All I could do was hold her and hope my love would be enough to protect her.

My thoughts swirled from her to the pack questions and concerns. How did the rogues breach our territory? What was their purpose? The attacks over the past weeks felt orchestrated, pointing to someone plotting against us. I needed answers, and I needed to act swiftly.

"Charlie, get our warriors ready and increase the border patrol and security to the maximum," I mind-linked Charlie, my voice firm despite the fatigue. I couldn't afford any more losses, not before I uncovered the truth behind these rogue attacks.

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