Chapter 5 - Guilt

She knew it hurt him to have her say it, even if he himself didn’t say it. She could feel it through the bond. So she turned on her heel with her best impression of Mean Girls and stormed away, fighting off the guilt that surfaced which he felt his anger and hurt permeate through their bond.

‘You’re going the wrong way,’ he called out after her.

Alexa groaned and turned around stomping toward the other side of the clearing. Seriously, couldn’t he just let her storm off with some dignity? Did he really have to point out her terrible sense of direction?

‘Not that way either,’

‘Will you shut up!’ she threw her hands up in the air and turned back to face him. He just shook his head, and though minute and barely there she felt a sense of amusement underneath all the anger and the hurt, and her guilt lessened.

Aiden just pointed in the direction of the packhouse and allowed her to stomp grumpily away as he followed. Both werewolves blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in another part of the world, one headed in their direction, each lost in thought on the state of their bond. 

As a human, you read books about love stories and endless romances with unrealistic expectations of what love really is. As a human, you hear about soulmates but that’s a concept of what humans believe to be the ideal of love.

As a member of the supernatural, your concept of love changes. No longer are those stories about soulmates and meeting ‘the one’ fantasy, no, now they were very much real. Werewolves in particular grew up with the legend of the Sun and the Moon, and their epic love, forbidden by the stars but unstoppable.

With stories like that Alexa could understand why one would have expectations of this grand love but as a girl raised in the human world, it was something that was almost unthinkable. Alexa never thought she’d fall in love with a man whom she once hated.

But Aiden Black was tenacious, persistent, and somehow charming enough to pull at her heartstrings, and Alexa often thought that it didn’t help that he was an Adonis sculpted by Aphrodite herself.  

He always talked about the power of the Bond, but she was nineteen, and what nineteen-year-old girl raised in the normal world would be ready to settle down with a man claiming to be her soulmate three days after they had just met?

Completely insane, wasn’t it? She had certainly thought so and she wasn’t ready to accept it just yet, even if she could feel the bond as a human. But now everything had changed, she had changed, her world had changed, and with it, her feelings had changed and as a werewolf, it was ten times harder to fight something that just felt so damn right.

It made her wonder … If things had been different and they were but mere humans, would he have felt the same way? She didn’t know, and she was too afraid to ask. But this was far from a normal world, and she wondered if they could be the Sun and the Moon.

With all these things going around her, she didn’t notice the storm brewing beyond the pack walls. And Nothing could have prepared them for what was coming, and there's no stopping it now...