Raïna waited for Milene to come out of the shower, thinking over her decision. She was wondering how to get her to spit everything she knew.
They were back at her apartment where she had pulled her after she collapsed. She cleaned the cuts on her legs and disinfected them, she gave her drugs for pain and told her to take care of other injuries she may have. She took the day off, no matter how bad it made her look as if she was known and was still being assessed by the others. It was morning when they came back and she didn't have the energy to go to work or the patience to wait to come back home to interrogate her little prisoner.
She had changed into something more comfortable, pajamas, and was watching the view from her mirror. Soon, Milene headed out of the bathroom, her body wrapped into a white towel. " I love your apartment. "
Raïna looked around the square shape bedroom, her feet rubbing the red carpet. Her gigantic bed took most of the place in the room. There was only a small bookshelf in the corner, a nightstand, and a floor lamp. It was the perfect combination of old-fashioned and modern, with a television hanging on the wall opposite the bed. She find herself agreeing, it was indeed a beautiful place.
" So, what do you want to know?" Milene asked while drying her hair using the towel. Once she was done, she sat down and waited. It was easier than she thought.
"Everything, tell me everything. " Raïna didn't know what everything was but knew there was something. " How is it that the death of your mate didn't enrage your wolf? Why was the Master after your pack? Why were you working as a maid for my guardians when you were supposed to be a Luna? There are way too many incoherences with this story. "
Milene smiled amicably. "You were always a bit too bright for your safety. " Raïna didn't falter her gaze, waiting for what was to come. No matter how she tried to convince herself that she was simply curious, she knew that what enthralled her was the rapport of Master in this derision.
Milene sighed. "Everything started with Late Alpha Rodrick. He was a capable man for whom the concept of mate was vague. For this reason, he didn't wait for his perfect match and calmed his ...urges as he deemed fit. " She talked slowly and took long pauses in between phrases as if trying to properly tell a fairy tale. " Due to his strength, nobody ever reprimanded him, he was an Alpha after all. The unstable balance came crumbling when the fling got pregnant. It happened at the worse time possible. "
She marked a pause. Raïna could see the agitation that could have possibly taken place in the pack. An alpha without a Luna can be compared to a kid without any proper guidance: he must have been out of control. " Alpha had found his mate, to whom he had hid his past... incident. That mate had gotten pregnant too. "
"Who had the first child?" Raïna asked. "The fling who was later promoted to be the mistress. You can not imagine the rage of his mate. It was a crisis. Soon, the second son was born, after only a few months. "
Milene stood up and went to take a glass of water and gulped it down. " The firstborn was Mezdoxa, and the second one was Madoxe-"
"What !? No, that can't be, after all, it's Madoxe that runs the pack. He called me. " Raïna interrupted. Her mind was buzzing with thought and reflection.
"It's more complicated, but you must promise me not to tell this to anybody. We committed a horrible crime so that the pack was not covered in shame. "
"We? " Raïna inquired, on edge.
"Mezdoxa and I. My mate was Mezdoxa. " A silent tear rolled down and she immediately caught it." We met in jail. To say that we had the most uncommon love story is a euphemism. " She waited for the sobs and the tremble in her voice to dissipate. " No matter how weird our story was, I loved him, more than anything, more than my own life, but I'm sure you don't want to hear this."
"I don't care about it honestly. Continue. "
"You were always too insensitive." She took another big breath." By late Alpha Rodrick's will, the successor was Madoxe. "
Raïna's eyes opened wide. Her heart pumped faster, waiting for the Luna to detail. " There is nothing I can explain about this part of the story. We don't know why, and will probably never know. "
"That cannot be it." Raïna stood up and walked over to her, grabbed her neck, and squeezed. " How are you then considered the Luna of the pack? How is it that no pack number cried at the death of their Alpha? What more are you hiding? Spill everything!" She shouted. She pushed her onto the bed while the latter coughed and rubbed her neck which was turning red.
"The next part could get a hunt to be started against me. We broke the moral code of werewolves. " She coughed some more, and difficulty raised herself into a sitting position.
"Hell do I care. "
" Madoxe didn't want anything to do with the pack and came to see his older brother who had an idea. We changed the will and put Mezdoxa's name and they switched places. "
Raïna furrowed her eyebrows and looked sternly at Milene who was visibly struggling to breathe properly. "Switched places? "
"Well, not exactly, but close to it." The information took a while to be enregistered. "What color are your eyes? Show me. "
Milene closed her eyelids and seemed defeated. " I know that saying this doesn't change anything but, you have to understand that, at the time, I didn't think I had a choice. "
"Open. Your. Eyes. " Raïna growled. Growled. Why did she? She touched her face and felt fur making its way to her cheek. She felt the familiar pain on her teeth sharpening and growing, spreading her mouth to become a maw. Her inner wolf, whom she had never been able to meet was responding to Milene's. She looked up to see grey eyes shining brightly. They lightened Milene's face and were gentle, asking for obedience but not in a condescending fashion. They imposed respect you knew was deserved. She blinked and it was gone. She anew looked fragile and disposable, weak and futile with her brown hair framing her face, her only beautiful feature.
"You wolf is sacred. " Raïna fell on her butt and put a hand on her forehead. She took ten deep breaths before coming back to her senses and standing up. She was panicking, freaking out, understanding that she, again, knew more than she should. Everything made sense now.
" I misspoke. Your wolf was sacred. But you used his power to make a wish that goes against the Moon Godness and as such, all your power has been revoked. Except for startling people, you cannot do anything, you can't even transform. That's why you are not self-healing. " She looked at Milene and as she nodded, she knew her guess was the right one. " What did you wish for?"
Milene gulped and fisted her hand to the point that her knuckles turned white. " I destroyed Mezdoxa's wolf and switched myself as Madoxe's mate. "
"What?" Raïna waited for confirmation, and when Milene nodded she felt tear ricochet down her cheeks. " You killed your mate's wolf. " She let a few seconds of silence go. " That means that you have two mates. "
"Not exactly. It works in strange ways, mates and wolves, but a werewolf can only have one mate, that is the one unbreakable rule. His wolf didn't exist anymore but I was still his mate. Another wolf took form in his psyche, a cub. That meant that they both had the same wolf and the same mate. Mezdoxa's physic changed to the point that his brother and he were alike. No, they were identic. Only I was able to differentiate the two. "
"Why?" Raïna's voice was rasped and hoarse. "How could you destroy the man you pretend you loved more than your life? "
"You cannot understand! " She screamed in an acute voice. " I loved him more than anything but he... he...HE DREAMED OF BEING AN ALPHA!! It was his sole purpose in life. When we were in jail, I was the only thing he wanted, but the minute we got out, he chased that position every day. He wanted to please his father so much, he was willing to do anything. He wanted the approval of the pack that kept on doting on his younger brother. He thought, since he was the firstborn, he would get the position. The will destroyed him for days on end. When he saw my wolf, he took me into the biggest embrace. He planned everything, he wanted to lose himself and become his brother if it meant he would be able to be the strongest. But you know what?! Life was a bi*ch! The minute he fooled everyone and got his lifetime goal, he had a heart attack. I was the only one that cried! The pack members psychic thought their Alpha was still alive since his brother had the same wolf. Telling people of his death would be admitting the sacrilege we committed. I was forced to be the Luna to an Alpha I didn't love! I loved Mezdoxa, not Madoxe! " She prattled, shouting and crying, letting the tears flow down as she kept going.
She explained how she felt dumb. How she regretted everything. Raïna was rapt by what she was hearing" WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! Why me, huh? Why was Mezdoxa so inclined on being an Alpha, why was that such an obsession for him?! " She cried hot tears, and as they flowed, Raïna stood there, washing in horror what meeting her mate did to her. She listened to how she explained each romantic moment they had, how she clung to their memories to stay alive, and how she felt pathetic as a werewolf for doing that.
" I worked for your parents after his death. I needed to be out of that glade to be able to mourn properly. For everyone else, he was still alive! Do you know how upsetting that was?! You have no idea, so don't judge my decisions or my life! "
Raïna patted her back, knowing that they were in danger. She didn't want to scare the pathetic thing next to her so she kept her mouth shut, but she knew.
"But why did you all elaborate such a complicated plan? If you only switched the will and put Mexdoxa's name, there would have been no need for all this nonsense. "
" We did switch the will but there is one detail I have not mentioned. Only the wolf that resulted in an Alpha and his mate fusion could interact with the pack. Only Madoxe's wolf could be viewed as the Alpha."
" So the man that contacted me was Madoxe, who was posing as Madoxe after Mezdoxa who had paused as Madoxe died. "
"Since nobody felt his death, he didn't have the choice but to take over. "
"Your story still has too many incoherences. " Raïna said.
"It's because when the switch happened, everybody's memory was erased somehow. I still don't understand, but I believe everybody forgot Mezdoxa's existence. When in fact, Mezdoxa changed himself to become Madoxe so he could be recognized as the Alpha, after the change, people believed he always looked like that. It's mysterious. " She let out, her eyes dead and her voice plain.
"So, you don't know why Madoxe reached out to me? "
"I don't know him. I loved Mezdoxa, not Madoxe. " Raïna turned her head sideways and looked out of the window. She saw Polaris shinning harder than she had ever before. Liar, she thought.
Hours flew by, and Milene calmed down. She was still in the towel and was looking at the view through the window. It showed the city lights and the busy streets spilling with men and women coming back from work. Raïna entered the room with the bowl of pasta and handed Milene one and a fork.
"Wouldn't you prefer we ate in the dining room? " Milene questioned. Her cheeks were pale from the dried tears. She looked even more tired.
"Nope. I like it here, it's cozy. Do you wanna watch something? "
Milene observed Raïna as she took the remote control and searched for something decent they could watch. A title caught her interest in the news. It read: " Glade put on the fire is spreading to the nearby forest."
A reporter who seemed to hate his job appeared on camera and explained the situation.
"Will you rat me out?"
Silence.
" I wish I could have the pleasure too, but no I won't. "
He already knows.She took a bite of the pasta and moaned at the taste.
He wants to kill me with you.
"Specialists are on the site and are trying to determine what could have caused the fire to start. For now, we have been told that it could have been the result of natural causes, such as lightning..." The report continued in the background.
Her heartbeat accelerated as she hear him: «May you be chastised by fate, Mate. »
The hunt has already started.
"You are a weird man, Akyl. " Stephen said while handing him a wet towel. "And so is your mate. " They were in the training room reserved for their use. Akyl glared at him and applied pressure on his bloodied knuckles. He was so used to the pain that he wasn't fazed by it anymore. Sweat dripped from his forehead to his thighs. His beating heart was the only thing keeping him grounded to the earth. Everything recently had taken a toll on him. It had been years since Attic, his wolf had tried to surface. Years. And that mate of his was never in his plan. She knew everything about that pack. She saw him and the destruction he caused. On that aspect, he was confused about whether that angered him or if he was happy about it. The loss of control however wasn't disconcerting, it felt good uncertainty. "Call her, I need to talk to her. " he voiced out loud. Stephen stopped putting away the boxing equipment Akyl had used and studied his friend. "Are you serious? " Akyl finished washing
They were in the basement. Raïna did not know there was a basement in the building. It only appeared on the Master's private elevator. The Master, his right hand, and Raïna were rapidly descending the floor until the doors were wide opened and they headed out. Entering the gloomy underground with dim light, it took her a moment to accommodate her gaze. She was scared, livid, at what could be hidden in this area. What could be worst than the devastation and pain caused at the glade? Certainly, he was exaggerating but she knew that possibility to be unlikely. As Stephen entered the codes enabling them to access the cells, he meticulously observed that woman. Raïna. He already despised her. Maybe because he cared for Akyl overly or because of jealousy. Her eyes opened wide as the double set of iron doors blocking their path revealed a wide area filled with cells. Iron bars front wall with a sliding door. They were free allays in which the Master directed her. It smelled of metal and
She excused herself. Solemnly once when she was outside, did she allow fear to cloud her vision. Questions were purring in her mind, redundant but frightening nonetheless. Why in the basement? Hadn't he shown her enough misery? Even as she douted him, she felt the need to go down and to see yet again the suffering. That despair shown across the faces of his victims would haunt her at night as if she didn't already have enough fuel for those dreams. She retraced the trajectory they had taken. First, she went up to the ninth floor, and from there, she used the second elevator, reserved for his personal use, and clicked the button. Again, she didn't feel the device move but watched as the numbers decreased while her anxiety increased. Something about this visit troubled her. A gut feeling that she was about to understand just how messed up and damned the Conqueror truly was. The acute voice of the machine brought her back to earth and she set her foot out. Stephan was already entering
The few days had passed at a slow paste. She wasn't sure how she felt about becoming the number one target of so many werewolves. From her guardians, she knew more or less how their underworld operated. Alliances, betrayals, hidden truths, forbidden lies, and so on happened as a daily occurrence. She also wondered what ensued to Milene's body, where was it, and if he had even bothered to bury her. She hadn't seen him for about 3 days. After her visit to the basement, she had gone home, washed a comedy show, and laughed until she felt sore and waited for guilt to occur. But nothing, not even remorse, she felt empty of such. She felt like a river, flowing down at a steady pace. They had done the final exam and the positions of werewolves in the brach had been distributed. As expected, she didn't receive a letter like the others. She knew she wasn't simply a member of the general army anymore. She had worked hard to become a captain, but the grey hammer had faded recently; it was now a
Stephen carefully walked into Akyl's office, taking precautions to not step on the papers on the floor. Akyl was sleeping in the canopy bed fully clothed. It wasn't a rare occurrence to see him sleeping in the late afternoon. He was in black attire: a black velvet Italian suit and a double-breasted blazer. His uncombed hair spread on his face, the curls had grown too fast, and his white leather gloves were laying next to him. Stephen contemplated the idea of waking him up so they could go and fetch his date. But as he looked at his sleeping boss/best friend, another idea crossed his mind: he could lie down with him. After all the work and cases they handled these past 3 days, didn't they deserve a break? But he knew this thought to be bad, undisciplined, and wrong. He passed his hand through his dark ominous hair and caressed his brown skin. He wished he could feel the little hairs there usually were on his beard but unfortunately, he had shaved. He wished he could see those dark b
He held her close, proximity enabling her to smell him. It smelled of forest, of burning wood, and male. His arm had snaked behind her waist and tugged her closer to him. He didn't seem fazed by his actions, and she appreciated the defensive posture he had taken. The inside of the Manoir was more elaborate than the exterior. The marble floor, the high ceilings, and the numerous paintings' beauty were accentuated by the chandelier light being reflected upon every place of the grand entry. She was in awe in front of the clusters of sculpted supernatural. As soon as they stepped into the hall, eyes turned in their direction. Raïna could feel their stares as they advanced and could hear the murmurs. "Don't be intimidated, a lot of them have fake jewelry, and others have been abandoned by their mates. They are jealous of you because you are better. Don't let anybody question you're right to be here. " Akyl murmured in her ear. She felt his lip brush her earlobe and felt goosebumps erupt
"Why does it come to you so easily to call me mate? " She wondered about that fact for a while now. She had trouble still adapting to the recent changes and the chemicals were still making her head feel fuzzy. "To what are you referring to? " He retorqued as they proceeded to the ballroom where a poor werewolf was about to meet his end. "Exactly what I said. Your way of calling me by what I am is disturbing, use my name. " She had picked another glass of wine, having soon realized that she was starting to like the feeling of being poisoned, with this type of chemicals at least; her wolf could easily digest them and they made the anxiety flutter away for a short while. Stephen who was hearing the conversation from behind them grinned slightly, being only too familiar with Akyl's way of speaking. "But anybody can call you Raïna, sole I can call you mate. Isn't it more beneficial to use the privilege I have to the full extent? " he casually brought her closer to him and started walki
"Well, that is what's called being frivolous. " Quevelerin commented as the doors to Ballroom 243 opened. Alpha Milan's room didn't resemble the others in the least. When the others were glamourous and polished, detailed, having been under the gaze of professionals to coordinate an assemblage of colors that would flourish the room, this one was particularly simple. Various colors were not coordinated. It felt as if a painter had splashed his paint bucket on the floor and walls, on the decorations and the furniture. Raïna turned her head slowly, she felt like in a museum or an exposition, admiring abstract art. "He's indeed a bit weird, Vinn Milan. " She meant it in a good way. Her eyes searched for the life of the party but once she saw the crowd, she didn't see the tall, powerful, all-muscles macho wearing a hoodie and skinny jeans she was expecting. She was staring at a man in a wheelchair being pushed around by an athletic man who seemed in his late 30s. "Is it him?", she asked, p
"That wrench! That unworthy daughter my even stupider wife had given birth to hadn't come home still. " Anger boiled in his veins as Asher Remillians stood in front of the gentlemen. The only moment in her life when she could be useful was the exact moment she wasn't in his possession anymore. That infuriated the man even more as looks of reprimand played on the gentleman's face. He, who valued his pride more than anything, had no choice but to ask for their help. He knew that he simply couldn't go against the Conquerors with the fake power he had accumulated. "Asher, we will let you borrow our power for this fight alone. " The tallest gentleman, with a black fabric covering his eyes said. He had long been declared as their chief. " You have one chance Asher, one. We will only go against the Conquerors for only one battle. " He spoke slowly, instigating fear in the forty-year-old man. His baritone voice went lower and lower as his speech continued. " If, by mistake, you couldn't bring
Her heart thumped in her chest, and she could only hear the pounding of it, resonating like a tambour. She feared what her face looked like and a glance at his made her understand that she was doing a poor job of hiding how scared she was. She took several breaths, trying to calm down enough so she could talk, but her lips were quivering and she felt as if she was drowning as the seconds became minutes. He got up, came closer to her, and sat down in front of her, on the floor. She understood what he meant and sat down too, realizing that her entire body was shaking with the kind of panic she hadn't experienced in a long time. She crossed her legs and rhythmed her intake of breath with his. A couple of seconds later, she felt better. "Start at the beginning, " he said. She nodded her head and took out her phone, but faltered. No matter how needed it was that he saw the messages, it would mean everything would be revealed. It certainly didn't please her that he learned everything like
The days flew by, and a routine installed itself in their daily life. In the morning, she would cook breakfast and he made sure to always be there while she cooked. He wished he could help her, and had tried once, which resulted in a catastrophe, a mess they spent an hour cleaning afterward. Every single day, he inquired what breakfast would be, delighted by whatever it could be. For a reason that he could not grasp, she never made plain old cereals, the fastest, cheapest breakfast there was. Not that he complained. She would cook lunch, a simple sandwich or a soup or a salad, and would simply give it to him before smiling at him warmly and exiting. After that, they would dress and leave to go through the day. He soon realized that her help grandly benefitted him. She mostly provided support to Stephen and helped ensure the good functioning of the pack. It took a lot of workload off Stephen's shoulders which enabled him to fasten the paperwork and improved their efficiency. He
The night was high in the sky as she watched the moon she so adored. How things had changed in not even a few days! She should be falling asleep but his smell was everywhere. Her thoughts were fuzzy with the memory of his eyes and his lip and her embarrassment. So close, a few inches and she would have felt those plum lips on hers, and how badly she wanted that wasn't human. You are not human, stupid. His odor enveloped her in a tight embrace, surrounding her with a calmness, a stillness she had not felt in a while before falling into a world of dreams. When she woke up that morning, she looked beside her, where she had left her phone. 6 am, it read. 4 hours of sleep probably weren't enough for the stressful day ahead of her, but it would have to suffice. She shook the covers off her body and put her left foot on the cold wood floor. She had been pleasantly surprised that her affairs had been brought to the huge complex. She looked around again, still believing she was dreaming. Fo
Akyl had blood on his hands. Not the image of people he had assassinated over the past decade but the liquid that flows through the arteries. He tried to recall how he stained his hands and clothes but ultimately gave up: his memories were too fuzzy. He looked around, confused. Where was Stephen? Why wasn't he in proximity? Since when was he left all alone like this? That's when he noticed: his hands were shaking, his heart was pounding furiously and his eyes began spinning. It was the closest to afraid he had been in years. But afraid of what, there was nothing. Precisely. But then, it stops. As suddenly as it came, the ushers in his heart calmed down, his view cleared out, and his hands stopped moving. Slowly, he began the hear a familiar voice and slowly came back to himself. "Akyl, do you hear me?" The worried voice asked. " For the MoonGodness sake, answer! " Akyl finally opened his eyes to see his best friend on the verge of crying. It calmed him down, knowing someone cared an
"Well, that is what's called being frivolous. " Quevelerin commented as the doors to Ballroom 243 opened. Alpha Milan's room didn't resemble the others in the least. When the others were glamourous and polished, detailed, having been under the gaze of professionals to coordinate an assemblage of colors that would flourish the room, this one was particularly simple. Various colors were not coordinated. It felt as if a painter had splashed his paint bucket on the floor and walls, on the decorations and the furniture. Raïna turned her head slowly, she felt like in a museum or an exposition, admiring abstract art. "He's indeed a bit weird, Vinn Milan. " She meant it in a good way. Her eyes searched for the life of the party but once she saw the crowd, she didn't see the tall, powerful, all-muscles macho wearing a hoodie and skinny jeans she was expecting. She was staring at a man in a wheelchair being pushed around by an athletic man who seemed in his late 30s. "Is it him?", she asked, p
"Why does it come to you so easily to call me mate? " She wondered about that fact for a while now. She had trouble still adapting to the recent changes and the chemicals were still making her head feel fuzzy. "To what are you referring to? " He retorqued as they proceeded to the ballroom where a poor werewolf was about to meet his end. "Exactly what I said. Your way of calling me by what I am is disturbing, use my name. " She had picked another glass of wine, having soon realized that she was starting to like the feeling of being poisoned, with this type of chemicals at least; her wolf could easily digest them and they made the anxiety flutter away for a short while. Stephen who was hearing the conversation from behind them grinned slightly, being only too familiar with Akyl's way of speaking. "But anybody can call you Raïna, sole I can call you mate. Isn't it more beneficial to use the privilege I have to the full extent? " he casually brought her closer to him and started walki
He held her close, proximity enabling her to smell him. It smelled of forest, of burning wood, and male. His arm had snaked behind her waist and tugged her closer to him. He didn't seem fazed by his actions, and she appreciated the defensive posture he had taken. The inside of the Manoir was more elaborate than the exterior. The marble floor, the high ceilings, and the numerous paintings' beauty were accentuated by the chandelier light being reflected upon every place of the grand entry. She was in awe in front of the clusters of sculpted supernatural. As soon as they stepped into the hall, eyes turned in their direction. Raïna could feel their stares as they advanced and could hear the murmurs. "Don't be intimidated, a lot of them have fake jewelry, and others have been abandoned by their mates. They are jealous of you because you are better. Don't let anybody question you're right to be here. " Akyl murmured in her ear. She felt his lip brush her earlobe and felt goosebumps erupt
Stephen carefully walked into Akyl's office, taking precautions to not step on the papers on the floor. Akyl was sleeping in the canopy bed fully clothed. It wasn't a rare occurrence to see him sleeping in the late afternoon. He was in black attire: a black velvet Italian suit and a double-breasted blazer. His uncombed hair spread on his face, the curls had grown too fast, and his white leather gloves were laying next to him. Stephen contemplated the idea of waking him up so they could go and fetch his date. But as he looked at his sleeping boss/best friend, another idea crossed his mind: he could lie down with him. After all the work and cases they handled these past 3 days, didn't they deserve a break? But he knew this thought to be bad, undisciplined, and wrong. He passed his hand through his dark ominous hair and caressed his brown skin. He wished he could feel the little hairs there usually were on his beard but unfortunately, he had shaved. He wished he could see those dark b