Lucas
The 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 what I've been through. You are a part of me, but you are not me. I will find a way to make this right."
The wolf's snarl was feral, its rage evident in every syllable. "Make it right? You had her in your grasp, and you let her slip away! Our mate, the one we've been searching for, and you let her leave!"
I closed my eyes, struggling to maintain control over the tumultuous emotions that threatened to consume me. The wolf's anger was a mirror to my own, a reflection of the guilt and regret that gnawed at my insides.
"You don't understand the complexities of this situation," I hissed through clenched teeth. "I need time to figure out the best course of action."
The wolf's laughter was bitter, a cruel sound that reverberated within me. "Time? Time is a luxury we can't afford. She's out there, alone and hurt, because of your foolishness."
My fists trembled with the effort it took to hold back the violent force that surged within me. I had known that the wolf's awakening would come with challenges, but I had never anticipated the depth of its fury.
"I will find her," I declared, my voice a low growl that matched the wolf's intensity. "But I will do it on my terms, in a way that ensures her safety."
The wolf's snarl was a warning, its presence a constant reminder of the struggle that lay ahead. "Do not forget, human, that I am a part of you. Our fate is intertwined, and our mate is out there, vulnerable and alone. We cannot afford to let her slip through our fingers."
The room felt suffocating, I knew that the wolf's urgency was not unfounded, that its anger was born from a place of fierce protection.
But I also knew that I couldn't let its violent impulses dictate my actions. I had worked too hard to control the wolf's primal instincts, to keep it at bay and ensure that my choices were my own.
"Fine," I conceded, my voice edged with frustration. "I will find her, but I will not allow you to take control. Now, back to where you should be."
”Where should I be? What the fuck are you talking about, we wouldn't have lost our mate if you hadn't sealed me! You stupid guy!“
My wolf got more emotional, and his low growl made my head buzz, "Shut up, I'm so irritable right now, I don't have time to talk to you. If you really want me to find our mate, please be quiet."
The wolf's growl softened, its presence less aggressive as it considered my words. "As long as you do not dally, human. Our mate's safety is of utmost importance."
I took a deep breath, my resolve solidifying. "Agreed. Now, let us find a way to locate her, to mend the damage that has been done."
As the storm outside raged on, a different kind of storm raged within me.
The night was heavy with rain as I made my way through the forest, each step echoing the turmoil within me. My wolf was irritable, a constant barrage of scolding thoughts filling my mind. I had allowed myself to be deceived, to fall for a ruse that had shattered the illusions I held.
My wolf's voice was relentless, a harsh reminder of my own mistakes. "You let her play you like a puppet, Lucas. You let your instincts guide you astray."
I clenched my fists, the raindrops mixing with the anger that simmered beneath the surface. "I know, okay? I messed up."
The voice persisted, its reproach unyielding. "You should have seen through her lies. You should have been more vigilant."
The journey to the Silver Moon Clan was both a necessity and a punishment. I needed to find Ariana, to clear the air and offer an explanation, but I also needed to escape the constant barrage of self-criticism that my wolf provided.
As I arrived at the Silver Moon Clan, I was met with questioning gazes from Ariana's parents. Their concern was palpable, their curiosity evident in their eyes. And then, the voice within me, my wolf's anger boiling over. "Go to Ariana's room now!“
"Alpha Lucas, why didn't you stay with Seraphina on your wedding night?" her mother inquired, a hint of confusion in her tone.
My wolf growled internally, its fury seeping into my thoughts. I struggled to find the words, my own anger mirrored in the eyes of my wolf.
"I didn't stay with Seraphina because she's not my partner," I snapped, unable to contain the frustration that burned within me. "My chosen mate is Ariana."
The declaration hung in the air, a moment of tense silence settling over the room. Her parents exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise.
"And where is Ariana now?" Alpha Andrew asked, his voice edged with concern.
"I don't know," I replied, my frustration deepening. "I came here to find her."
As I left the presence of Ariana's parents, the anger of my wolf intensified. It was as if the beast within me was a reflection of my own inner turmoil, a constant reminder of the consequences of my own actions.
I found myself standing before the door to Ariana's room, my heart racing in anticipation. I knocked, my thoughts swirling with a mixture of anxiety and hope.
But when the door swung open, the room was empty, the absence striking me like a physical blow. My wolf's anger reached a crescendo, its fury directed at both Ariana and myself.
"She's gone," my wolf spat, its voice a harsh whisper in my mind.
I clenched my fists, frustration warring within me. "I have to find her."
"It's too late, you fuck broke our mate's heart, you rejected her, so she leave. I'm so mad at you, you bastard!"
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
LucasReturning to the Blood Moon Clan after the encounter with Ariana and the old witch was both a relief and a frustration. The familiarity of the clan's territory embraced me, yet the invisible chains that bound my heart were a constant reminder of the woman I had sought to reconnect with—the woman who had captured my heart and then slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.The impatient growls of my wolf echoed within me, a constant reminder of his yearning to break free, to unleash his primal form and reclaim the mate and pup that had been taken from us. His restlessness gnawed at my conscience, his complaints a sharp reminder of the consequences of my hesitation."You should have let me transform," his voice resonated within my mind, a mix of irritation and reproach. "We could have prevented this."I gritted my teeth, frustration and regret coursing through me. His words were like salt in the wound—an unrelenting reminder of my perceived failures, my inability to protect
ArianaI was surprised by the change in Lucas' attitude. When we reunited after 5 years, he has matured a lot. But what I can't understand these days is why he is still pestering me even though he is already married to my sister. Sure enough, men are all the same, playboys. I won't let myself be played by men again."Mom, is the man we met in the forest that day a friend to you? He seems to care about you." Elara lay on my lap, shaking her legs leisurely."Elara, he's just someone Mom used to know, promise Mom, forget about him, okay?""Sure, but I feel...he has a sense of familiarity." Elara rolled over and whispered. I could only distract her by pretending to take the smiling puppet out of her hands."Do you still want to give your smiling puppet to mom? Mom suddenly thinks it's cute."Elara pursed her lips reluctantly, and muttered softly, "Didn't you say Gertrude would be sad..."As I tended to the cauldron, the words of fellow witches painted a picture of escalating tensions—a w
ArianaThe night hung heavy with an air of mystery, the moon's silvery glow casting an ethereal light upon the Witch Tribe's sanctuary. Crickets chirped in the distance, their melody intertwining with the rustle of leaves, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation. I held Elara close, her warmth against my chest a comforting reminder of the bond we shared.As we nestled by the flickering flames of our campfire, a rustling in the underbrush drew my attention. My heart skipped a beat, my senses tingling with a mix of curiosity and caution. And then, emerging from the shadows, was a figure I had never expected to see again—Alpha Lucas, flanked by Beta from the Blood Moon Tribe.My breath caught in my throat as surprise washed over me, Elara's head lifting from my embrace to peer curiously at the unexpected visitors. His disheveled appearance struck a chord of concern within me, a flicker of empathy for the turmoil that had brought him to this moment. I couldn't deny the impact