Ariana
The rain beat against the windowpane in a steady rhythm, a somber backdrop to the turmoil that churned within me. I stood outside the imposing doors of the Blood Moon Pack's meeting room, my heart pounding in my chest as I fought back the waves of anxiety that threatened to engulf me.
Beta had delivered the message, a cold directive that I leave immediately, that I was not welcome in this place. The sting of rejection had cut deep, but I couldn't simply accept it. I couldn't let Lucas's misunderstanding stand, not when it held the potential to shatter the fragile connection that had formed between us.
Determination burned within me as I pushed open the heavy door, stepping into the dimly lit room. My gaze landed on him—Lucas, the notorious Alpha, who sat at the head of a grand table, his expression a mix of intrigue and irritation as he regarded me.
The air was charged with tension as I approached, my footsteps echoing through the vast space. I met his gaze head-on, my voice steady as I began to explain, "Alpha Lucas, there seems to be a misunderstanding. It wasn't me who—"
But he cut me off with a dismissive wave of his hand, his voice dripping with condescension. "Save your breath, Omega. I've heard enough."
"I would never accept an Omega as my Luna. " his voice had declared, a harsh decree that had struck me like a dagger to the heart.
“You should learn from your sister, instead of becoming a worthless omega, don't you feel ashamed of so many scandals? leave now, you should understand that your actions will hurt Seraphina.”
The rejection had been swift and merciless, his words echoing in my ears as I stumbled out of the room. I had thought that confronting him, revealing the truth, would bridge the gap between us. But instead, it had widened the chasm, leaving me feeling like a discarded pawn in a game I could never win.
The words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, each one a blow to my already fragile sense of self-worth. I clenched my fists, my heartache masked by a façade of determination. I couldn't let him believe a lie, not when it could irrevocably alter the course of my life."No, you don't understand. It was a mistake," I insisted, my voice trembling despite my efforts to remain resolute.
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering as he regarded me with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Do you honestly believe I would mistake you for someone else?"
His words were like a punch to the gut, a stark reminder of the vast chasm that separated us. I had hoped that by speaking to him directly, by confronting the misunderstanding head-on, I could bridge that gap and make him see the truth.
"Please, just listen. I'm not who you think I am, your wolf can feel it, I'm your mate," I implored, my voice barely above a whisper.
He scoffed, his eyes narrowing as he studied me with a hint of derision. "I have no interest in your excuses, Omega."
The weight of his indifference was crushing, the reality of his rejection sinking in like a heavy stone. Lucas's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through my resolve and leaving me vulnerable, exposed.
"I... I just wanted to make sure you knew the truth," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and hurt.
A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his gaze never leaving mine. "And now you have. You can leave."
The dismissal was clear, final, and I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. I turned away, my steps heavy as I retraced my path toward the exit. The rain outside mirrored the storm that raged within me, the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes blending seamlessly with the raindrops that streaked down the windowpane.
As I stepped out into the night, the downpour drenched me within seconds, my clothes sticking to my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself, a feeble attempt to shield myself from both the rain and the heartache that threatened to consume me.
I stumbled through the muddy path, my vision blurred by tears and rain, the world around me a distorted and surreal blur.
It was a lonely walk, a journey that mirrored the isolation I felt deep within my soul. Lucas's heartlessness echoed in my ears, his rejection a wound that festered with every step I took away from him.
By the time I reached the outskirts of the Blood Moon Pack's territory, I was soaked to the bone, the cold rain seeping into my very core. The world around me felt like a haze, my thoughts consumed by the pain that radiated from my heart.
I sank to my knees on the wet ground, the rain mingling with my tears as I allowed myself to grieve. “Fuck mate, I don't need it.”
I am a lonely wolf, or rather, I don't even have the essence of a wolf. It's as if I've been abandoned by God. Should I indulge in self-pity?
As the rain continued to pour, I whispered a silent promise to myself—a promise to rise from this darkness, to find strength within my vulnerability, and to forge a path that was uniquely mine. Lucas's heartlessness had wounded me deeply, but it would not define me. With the rain as my witness, I vowed to reclaim my shattered heart and emerge from this storm stronger, wiser, and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
ArianaRain, relentless and unforgiving, seemed to mirror the tempest that raged within my heart. I stood at the edge of the Blood Moon Pack's territory, drenched to the bone, my soul heavy with the weight of rejection. The memory of his cold laughter reverberated in my mind, a cruel reminder of the chasm that separated us.With every raindrop that fell upon me, I felt a surge of pain, each one a tiny prick that added to the growing storm of emotions within. I had sought understanding, clarity, even a glimmer of compassion, but all I had received was mockery—mockery that cut through my resolve like a blade.As the rain soaked through my clothes and chilled my skin, I felt a deep sense of despair settling over me. The world around me seemed to blur, my vision clouded by both the physical rain and the tears that had begun to flow freely down my cheeks. I sank to my knees, my hands gripping the wet ground as though seeking solace from the earth itself.The heartache was almost unbearable
ArianaThe words were like a dagger to my heart, a stark reminder of my own perceived insignificance. I knew she didn't mean to hurt me intentionally, but the impact of her words cut deep, leaving a wound that seemed to widen with each passing moment.Before I could respond, my parents entered the room, their faces beaming with pride. "Darling, we've been so caught up with the wedding preparations that we almost forgot to check on you," my mother exclaimed, her voice filled with concern.My father nodded in agreement. "How are you feeling, my dear?"I offered them a small, tired smile, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be alright. Just need a bit more rest."My sister's laughter rang out once again, a sound that grated against my already frayed nerves. "Resting as usual, I see. Well, don't worry, Lucas will be able to take care of you once he's officially a part of the family."Her words were a mixture of teasing and mockery, a reminder of my own perceived inadequacies. I felt a
LucasThe night hung heavy with tension as I paced the dimly lit room, the storm outside mirroring the tempest that raged within me. Damn, I got the wrong wife. How stupid."You fool! Do you not see what you've done?" The voice that erupted from within me was not my own, but that of the wolf that resided within my very being. Its anger was palpable, a violent force that surged against the barriers I had erected to keep it at bay.I clenched my fists, my jaw tight with frustration. "This is not the time, wolf. I need to think, to figure out how to fix this."The wolf's laughter was a chilling echo in my mind."Think? You dare to speak of thinking when you've jeopardized our mate, our Luna?" The wolf's growl was ferocious, a guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine. My wolf is very irritable, its strength is very strong, sometimes it can even control my body when my consciousness is weak, that's why I seal it.I gritted my teeth, my patience wearing thin. "You know nothing of wha
ArianaI left a farewell letter to my parents, which is just beside my bed, I don't know if they have seen it or not.The days wore on as I journeyed through unfamiliar lands, seeking refuge in various hostels along the way. Each night, I found myself surrounded by the laughter and intimacy of loving couples, their affectionate gestures a stark reminder of the companionship I had lost. In the hostels, I watched as couples shared tender glances and whispered sweet words, their closeness a testament to the warmth of their bond. This relieved my loneliness of traveling alone.One evening, as I sat alone in the common area of a hostel, lost in my thoughts, a gentle tap on my shoulder roused me from my reverie. I turned to see a couple standing before me, their smiles kind and welcoming. In their hands, they held a small cake, its soft scent of vanilla and sweetness filling the air."We noticed you've been alone," the woman said, her voice soft and compassionate. "We wanted to share a lit
ArianaFive years laterAfter staying in the witch tribe, I got a lot of warmth and learned witchcraft from Gertrude.Under her tutelage, I had delved deep into the intricacies of magic, navigating a labyrinth of spells, incantations, and ancient rituals. Days blurred into nights as I poured over ancient tomes, my fingers tracing the faded words that held the secrets of generations past. Gertrude's guidance was relentless, her expectations high as she pushed me to harness the raw power that flowed through my veins. "You must channel your energy with precision, Ariana," Gertrude admonished, her voice a melodic yet stern reminder of the stakes at hand. "Magic is not a force to be trifled with. One misstep, one misplaced intention, and the consequences could be dire."I nodded, sweat trickling down my brow as I attempted to conjure a simple illusion. The air shimmered around me, the image forming before dissipating into nothingness. Frustration welled up within me, my hands trembling w
ArianaLucas battered and outnumbered, stood against a backdrop of hostility. My heart raced as a surge of conflicting emotions washed over me, surprise and apprehension.The wolves surrounding Lucas were huge, with black fur, and I guess they were Black Moon clan. This is the second time I have seen a werewolf of the Black Moon Clan, and they are more domineering than I imagined.I couldn't stand idly by while he faced the threat of the Black Moon tribe.Drawing upon the magic that had become an extension of myself, I focused my energy on creating a diversion—a veil of illusion that shrouded the surroundings in a mist of confusion. The attackers hesitated, their attention momentarily diverted as they tried to make sense of the shifting shadows.Seizing the opportunity, Lucas managed to break free from his assailants, his movements swift and determined. A surge of satisfaction coursed through me as I watched him regain his footing, his determination evident even in the midst of chaos.
ArianaThe forest was a tapestry of shadows and moonlight as I stood before him, my heart caught in a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume me. The past and the present collided, a clash of memories and realities that left me momentarily disoriented.His words hung in the air, a declaration that sent shockwaves through my senses. "Our daughter," he had said, a truth that defied reason and comprehension. I felt a mixture of anger and frustration rise within me, a surge of emotion that threatened to override my thoughts. "Don't be ridiculous," I retorted, my voice laced with skepticism. "You're overthinking things. She's not yours."He seemed unfazed by my words, a determined glint in his eyes. "I know what I feel, Ariana," he replied, his voice steady and unwavering. "My wolf can sense it, can sense the connection between us."I scoffed, a bitter edge to my laughter. "Your wolf? Please. You can't just claim something without evidence."His arms closed around me in a sudden
LucasThe forest seemed to close in around me as her words hung in the air, each syllable a reminder of the past, a past marred by my own mistakes and regrets. I stared at her, her gaze unwavering and filled with a mixture of skepticism and caution. "I can't trust you," she declared, her voice steady but laced with a hint of sorrow. "And I won't allow you to disrupt our lives any further."Her words were a punch to the gut, a sharp reminder of the consequences of my actions, the wounds I had inflicted upon her heart. I could feel the weight of her words, the barriers that she had erected between us, and a sense of desperation welled up within me."Ariana, please," I implored, my voice tinged with a mix of desperation and remorse. "I know I made a mistake, a terrible mistake. But I want to make amends. I want to be a part of your lives, of Elara's life."She held up her hand, a gesture that halted my advance—a gesture that reflected the walls she had erected, the boundaries she was de