Share

2. Thirty- nine

Author: Shanika Rana
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-24 03:39:35

"His name is Harper," I whispered, my eyes glued to the roof of the gym. My clothes were wet from the heavy workout session and were sticking to my skin. It was very uncomfortable and my nerves were somewhat frazzled because of our make-out session a few minutes ago. 

"What?" Ethan enquired, turning his head to look at me.

I felt his eyes boring into the side of my skull but I didn't have the strength to look into Ethan's eyes and tell him something I ought to have told him a long time ago.

Silence enveloped us and I fought the tension inside my body. Was it right to talk about Harper? How much should I tell him? Should I tell him that my mate is the white wolf? If I told him everything, would it also change the way he saw me?

"Harper is your mate." He confirmed and I nodded, still not turning to look at him.

"Our relationship has always been rocky from the start. I think it was bound to fail." I sadly chuckled, missing Harper and Sharing the feeling of missing him at the same time.

"What do you mean?" He asked gently. His voice compelled me to look at him. I turned my gaze again to watch the interesting ceiling because his eyes did something to me.

"He was the classic playboy, sleeping with anyone and everyone in the school. Can you believe he even slept with my sister?" I chuckled.

"I'm a human so I didn't know that werewolves existed and that my two best friends were werewolves too. So, on his eighteenth birthday, on the day you werewolves become capable of finding your mates, he found me. I hated him, you know because he was so demanding towards girls and he broke my sister's heart."

"He kissed me and invited me to his birthday party, where he kissed another girl. The very next day, he rejected me. It was all very confusing; he was all very confusing."

With that, I told him everything that had happened between me and Harper, excluding some parts. I didn't tell Ethan that harper belonged to a long line of white wolves and bent the truth a little when I explained Harper's reasons for rejecting me. Instead of telling him that harper rejected me because a white wolf and his mate have problems in having a baby, I told him that harper has a history of infertility and that his family suffered from azoospermia. 

I almost laughed when those words left my mouth because it was so funny. Harper was probably the most virile male I had seen of his age.

I turned my head to look at Ethan, wondering what he thought of my adventurous and dramatic life. It seemed like he too, had discovered how fascinating the ceiling was.

"So, let's start from the very beginning. Harper had seen that his infertility would create problems with his mate, just like it did with his parents and his grandparents before." I nodded, wondering where he was going with this. "He was a pack member, so he did know what a healthy relationship between mates could be like, he must have observed how happy they all were."

"He knew that mates were the most important part of Wolf's life but he also knew that he would never have that. Because of his infertility, he knew that his relationship with his mate would never be a healthy one, just like his parents and their parents before them. That is, he knew that his relationship with his mate was already doomed. That's all he had ever known."

"I'm sure he must have taken the possibility of not having kids at all. He must have thought about living with his mate without children but again there's a problem with it. Werewolves are part animals and one of the major life goals of an animal is to procreate." 

I bit my lip to resist telling Ethan that Harper couldn't have lived without children, without procreating, because he was a white alpha and it was imperative for his pack to have an alpha and for Harper to continue his bloodline, one way or the other.

Ethan went on to tell me how he had seen childless mated couples separate and hate each other. 

"Harper had mentally prepared himself that he wouldn't have any relationship with his mate. Most werewolves save themselves for their mates because it makes it more special. I saved myself for my mate, Zara because I wanted my mate to be my first and last." I noticed the sadness in his voice when he mentioned his mate.

"He knew there was no chance with his mate so he acted like a hormonal teenager who fucked everyone and anyone. He must have felt so angry and jealous of everyone else because he couldn't have that sacred bond, otherwise he would be hurting his mate, just like his parents."

"Zara, no one put up any effort for something they know is bound to fail. So, he never put up a respectable personality for his future mate and never cared about anyone." I took a deep breath as I took in Ethan's words. I let them resonate in my head and closed my eyes to search for the truth in them. It was true that if I knew I was bound to fail in something, I would probably choose another path and work on my chosen decision. That was exactly what Harper had done and I couldn't blame him.

"You know, when a child comes from a broken home, it affects them, deeply. You and I won't understand because we, thankfully, come from very functional families. Of course, you could argue that Harper could have taken a more same route and made good decisions but it's not that simple. You don't know how he thinks and hat sort of things he has seen and experienced. You just know the story but you didn't live it."

I gulped nervously, analyzing Ethan's words. I sighed, feeling conflicted about my feelings and everything that had been happening since Harper came into my life. At the same time, I could understand Harper more and look at him in a clearer light.

Hell, even my thoughts were confusing!

"When he did realize that you were his mate, his wolf must have gone crazy. His wolf must have asked him to throw caution to the wind and accept you as his mate. That's why he kissed you on his birthday." I remembered the kiss we shared in an empty classroom when school was over. He had been stumbling over his words and had pleaded with me to come to his party.

"He must have gotten very nervous during the part, knowing his mate was coming which could have led to kissing another girl, hours after he kissed you. I won't argue or support it because it was a real jerky move but I think he didn't know any better because he was brought up that way. He had seen his parents ‘messed up lifestyle and unknowingly got caught up in it."

"From the moment he knew that you were his mate, the mate bond between the two of you became active, prompting the two of you to make decisions that would help you come close. For example, if any other guy, with such a playboy history, had come to you, you wouldn't have accepted him. You accepted Harper because he was your mate, even if you didn't know it then."

"Mates fall in love with each other before they even realize what's happening. I'm not saying the only basis of your feeling towards Harper is because of the mate bond. I'm saying the mate bond just sped up the process. That's why werewolves mate with their destined partners within hours of meeting with each other."

"After you left his party, he must have remembered his reasons for being the way he was. So, the next day he rejected you, even though it pained him and his wolf. By doing this, he knew that he was setting you both free."

"But as you weren't eighteen, the mate bond persisted. The attraction you felt for him must have been nothing compared to what he felt for you. To distract himself, he went back to his playboy ways and chose another wolf as his mate, one who was already mateless and understood his situation."

Ethan got up and rested his weight on his elbows and looked down on me. "But that's not what's bothering you, right?"

I looked at him and damned him for being so perceptive. I slowly shook my head to confirm something he already knew.

"Something tells me that over time, you had decided to let the past be past. You decided to not let Harper's past come in the way of your future together. As you were slowly falling in love with him, you decided to let go of your past hate and forgive his past actions because you knew he was changing and that he was changing for you."

My vision blurred as tears streamed down from my eyes and dropped down on the gym mat. Ethan had explained things that I didn't even know I had subconsciously done. It was true, the moment I realized that harper loved me and that I loved him back, I let go of all my insecurities. I accepted his past because I knew I couldn't let it hang between us forever.

Except that was exactly what his past did.

"What bothers you is the fact that your mate and your best friend are having a baby. You worry about losing Harper to your best friend, when she was having his miracle baby."

I nodded silently because Ethan was right. I was terrified if losing Harper because I loved him too much. Their pregnancy was such a big bomb on me and I didn't know how and what to feel about it.

I didn't know what my attraction to Ethan was about, but it was nowhere near what I felt for Harper. Maybe it was the mate bond, maybe it wasn't but it seemed the right time to go back.

"I can't tell you if Harper would fall in love with your best friend but I do know that you won't find it out unless you talk to him." He said gently and got up from the mat. He slowly took off the boxing pads and placed them back in his gym.

I got up and watched as Ethan rolled the gym mat and placed it against the wall. He picked up his gym back effortlessly and smiled at me.

We walked back together to out apartments, with Ethan's words going on and on in my head.

Related chapters

  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   2. Forty

    Ethan's words kept rolling in my head every time my brain was free to actively think about something. I was going crazy about all the arguments I was having with myself in my head.It had been two days since I had told Ethan the selective truth about Harper while lying on a gym mat. Not the best of places, but still, it was better than nothing. These past two days I have been busy writing am essay which was due to be submitted today. Granted the teacher had assigned this essay three weeks ago but I had just gotten around to doing it. All this drama had started affecting my academic life and I hated it. I had always kept my grades up because I knew it was one of the many ways, I could be independent and take care of myself in the way I wanted to do. I have always had ambitions and boy trouble was the last thing I would let get into the way of that. I had already shifted schools mid-year; I wasn't about to ignore my studies.It was time I set my priorities straight and the number one

    Last Updated : 2025-01-24
  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   2. Forty- one

    ~ Harper’s POV ~It has been two days since the attack and these two days have been a living hell for me. Seven more gravely wounded pack members succumbed to their injuries in these last few days, which totaled the death count to 40. I had no idea if there would be more because many of the wounded were still teetering on the edge and fighting for life.40 lives were taken and I had to supervise the organization of 40 funerals. Trust me, it isn't fun!There has always been a set of protocols for a mass funeral in the packs. All the members don't get buried; all the dead don't get treated the same way. Like they were different while they were alive, they are treated differently when they are dead.The infants below the age of one year are completely burnt on a funeral pyre. This is done to make them be one with nature again. Fire easily disintegrates their small bodies and the elements are quickly mixed with the environment, mixed in the cycle of nature.All the wolves ranging from yea

    Last Updated : 2025-01-24
  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   2. Forty- two

    The dream with the moon goddess only strengthened my resolve to call Harper. So, when I woke up, got fresh, I came good on my promise.I won't sugarcoat it. The decision was so hard. I practically sat on my clean bed, with my phone in my hand, doubting my decision and wondering about the potential consequences of this phone call. This could end either way. I could get my heart broken again or not, but I knew I would feel miserable. Whatever way our conversation went. So, after all the overthinking and overstressing, I just decided to get it over with. I turned my phone on and dialed Harper's phone, which I had blocked a few months ago. I was on the verge of hyperventilating and I kept wanting to cut the call while it was still dialing. I didn't know what was Harper doing right then, what if it was something important and he couldn't pick up the call? Half the time, I wished it would keep ringing and go to voicemail so I wouldn't have to talk to him. I wanted to talk to him. I want

    Last Updated : 2025-01-24
  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   2. Forty- three

    I had broken up with Harper. It sounded so simple. The words themselves sounded so simple but only I knew how much weight they carried and how I felt the realization of the fact breaking my heart. I lay on my bed, sobbing as my shoulders shook. It was so damn hard to believe that everything was over just like that. All the struggle that we had been through to come together, all the chances I had taken with myself to decide to love him, it had all come to nothing. Nothing but pain and heartbreak. It was depressing and gut-wrenching to know that we were done, that I was done with him. I had heard and read so many times that love was never enough and that love doesn't always conquer anything and everything but this was probably the first time I was coming in turns with the sayings.It would have been easier if I could just make my feelings for Harper go away. Like maybe a snap of fingers or something. It would be so much easier than to be a heap of crying mess on my bed. I didn't know

    Last Updated : 2025-01-24
  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   2. Forty- four

    "What did you just say?" Ethan asked, and I immediately grew pensive. I didn't trust the moon goddess at all. What if she told me a term that was some kind of taboo in the werewolf world and made me ask Ethan, who in turn would kill me and bury my body because I offended him and his werewolf code of living?What, it could be possible? As Murphy's law states, what can happen will happen. So, my fears weren't too farfetched, were they?The next moment, Ethan was sitting in front of me, thanks to his werewolf speed. It startled me and made me jump in the air I was surprised.Before I could reprimand him, he spoke, "Zara, what did you just say?""I asked what the term Batair meant but it's a touchy subject." In the few months that I had been here, I had learned that if I so much said one wrong word, it would send Ethan crawling back to his apartment and then ignoring me for weeks. I had no idea if what I was asking him was one such subject though, I guess I would have to take my chances.

    Last Updated : 2025-01-24
  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   2. Forty- five

    ~ Harper’s POV ~ She just hung on me. I couldn't believe she just did that. After months of no contact, she had the balls to give me a call, not let me say anything, and then hang up on me.I was sitting on the uncomfortable plastic chair in the waiting room of the hospital, reeling from different emotions, the majority of them being disbelief, anger, and hurt.My wolf was restless, he had heard the voice of his mate but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted Zara in his arms eight now. He wanted to see her and bet with her. I, on the other hand, was so damn angry with her that I had no idea what I would do if she were to walk in the room right now. She was hurt and insecure, I get that. But that didn't give her or anyone else any right to play with my emotions. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I needed to remind myself that Zara was not here right now and letting her into my head and control my emotions would be a terrible thing. I would deal with her when o would face her. I

    Last Updated : 2025-01-24
  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   2. Forty- six

    "She also told me where werewolves originally came from." I laughed and Ethan laughed with me.It has been three days since Ethan and I kissed and it's been bliss since then. Even though we haven't made out since, the fact that Ethan is my supernatural bodyguard has brought us closer. We talked about a lot of things, our families, our friends, our mates, our pasts, and our expectations for the future.It was refreshing to have such a connection with someone so far from home. It made me feel at peace and I could see that it made Ethan happy too. Ethan had wanted to take me somewhere so; I was sitting in the passenger seat while he was driving his car. We had been driving for twenty minutes when he confessed that he was intrigued by my interactions with the moon goddess. He wanted to know everything the goddess had ever told me. I had already told him most of the information she had given me and its aftermath but there was still a lot more to tell."Oh, come on! It's not every day a su

    Last Updated : 2025-01-24
  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   2. Forty- seven

    "You're going to show me your wolf?" I asked again, surprised by his words. Where did he get this idea from? I have known Ethan for more than three months and I haven't seen his wolf. I have found myself wondering what he would look like in his raw, animal form but I never had the guts to outright ask him about it. It was a weird conversation starter. How do you ask someone to show you their wolf anyway?Honestly, I never actually felt that level of security in my and Ethan's relationship, which could give me the confidence to ask him about it. Funny, how he brought the matter on his own, without any hint or nudging from my side."Yeah. Why? You don't want to?" Ethan joked, knowing fully well that I was jumping with curiosity and excitement at the prospect of his wolf.It has been a little over six months since I came to know about the existence of werewolves. Back home, I had seen so many pack members shift in their wolves and I had even ridden on two of them but nothing could take a

    Last Updated : 2025-01-24

Latest chapter

  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   Bonus Chapter

    Bonus Chapter: Natalie's POVI knew something was wrong when I didn't get my period for two months. I never had a smooth cycle so I wasn't troubled when they didn't happen the first time but their absence in the second consecutive month got me worried. My body had undergone certain changes I knew weren't normal and I was worrying myself to death, thinking about some kind of deadly disease that would kill me in a few months. Even though I knew that my immunity system was way better than a normal human's, I couldn't help but entertain such thoughts. I didn't tell anyone of my concerns as I didn't want anyone to worry because of my baseless concerns. Nonetheless, I booked the first possible appointment with the pack gynaecologist. I had prepared myself for everything, a tumour in my ovary, internal hemorrhaging of my uterus that would result in an immediate hysterectomy, or even breast cancer which would again lead to a complete mammectomy. But as I sat in front of the doctor and she ex

  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   Bonus Chapter

    Bonus Chapter: Ethan's POVWhen you grow up as a werewolf, all you ever hear is the word 'mate', because people around you can't stop talking about them. Some elders talk about mates with a dazed but happy look in their eyes and you can easily tell how much they love their mates. When young people talked to mates, you could practically feel their longing and the love they had for their mates. When teenagers talk about mates, you can feel their desperation to find their mates and be one with them. Rejections in my pack were extremely rare and every werewolf lived happily ever after with their fated mates. There were no doubts, no questions asked because your mate could be the exact fit of your soul, your second half, and the one who you are supposed to live as long as you live. Growing up and watching my parents and pack members, this is all I had watched and learned, that a mate was for you to love, hold and protect till the end of your days. When you're brought up like that, the ide

  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   Epilogue 3

    EPILOGUE 3: HARPER'S POV (TEN YEARS LATER)It was three years ago when Mason was first teased by a classmate about the unusual arrangement of his parents. I had always known that as he was growing up, he became especially attuned to the fact that the way his family lived wasn't exactly normal by usual standards. There were so many unusual factors that they were bound to seem different to him and I wasn't exactly prepared for how Mason was coping with how different his family seemed to be from any other family in the pack. As the future alpha, it was essential to be a part of the pack because other people were often intimidated by the power you had and by the power you would have in the future. My father always taught me to be a part of the pack but always remember that you could never essentially be a part of the pack. And this is exactly what I had taught Mason to do; I had asked him to play with all the other wolf kids but always remember that in the future, he will be responsible

  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   Epilogue 2

    Epilogue 2: Zara's POVI could feel everyone's eyes on me, which instantly made me nervous. I hated feeling this way but I wasn't sure I could help it. I hated being the centre of attention and walking down an aisle and standing in front of all the pack members to take part in the Luna ceremony was exactly that, being the centre of attention. Harper had told me that since I was the true luna of the pack, the ceremony would be a little different and I wasn't sure how that would affect me as I hadn't exactly attended Natalie's ceremony. I weakly smiled at all the pack members assembled in the pack grounds and started walking down the aisle towards the raised stage at the front of the pack. I was barefoot to pay homage to the natural aspect of the pack and to respect the raw nature of the wolves. The grass was soft beneath my feet and I immediately compared the softness to the grass in the spirit world where I used to meet the moon goddess. Harper had instructed me to not look around an

  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   Epilogue 1

    Epilogue: Zara's POVA blush immediately coated my cheeks as I slowly woke up from my deep slumber. The bed felt too cosy and I couldn't help but snuggle against Harper's body. His amazing body heat and the tingles that danced all over my skin whenever we touched made me let out a deep, sleepy moan. I felt Harper stir beside me and felt his arm settle on my bare hip, eliciting a heady warmth to settle deep in my belly. His thumb gently caressed my hip bone and I moved closer to him, determined to have as much skin contact as possible and leave no space between us. Harper's scent surrounded me, which brought an involuntary sleepy smile to my face. Even with my eyes closed, I could picture Harper's slightly upturned nose as he slept. It was too hard to resist his adorable expressions so most of the time, I didn't even try. My head rested on his shoulder and my face settled in the crook of his neck. Without needing to open my eyes, I leaned forward and planted an open-mouthed kiss on Ha

  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   3. Fifty

    I thought about it for so many months, because the act of being marked by Harper seemed final. It felt like a full stop and in a way, it was final, an end. I knew the meaning of being marked even before I had decided to go away when I had learned of Natalie's pregnancy. I had asked him to mark me so many months ago and he had refused. It seemed so long ago, Aiden's birthday party when he found out that Samantha was his mate. So much has happened since then, things that have made me value the most precious things in life, let go of grudges, and the importance of relationships. After all, I have been through, I believe I have grown as a person. Not just me either, I know that all of us, Harper, Natalie, Samantha, and Aiden have grown up and matured in a way that most eighteen-year-olds don't. Well, Natalie is nineteen years old and so is Harper, as of today. So, I want to stress the fact that the decision to mate with Harper wasn't a light one even though I know most people wouldn't s

  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   3. Forty- nine

    I think what the moon goddess said somehow helped me get over Ethan's death. I was still wrung and grieving about him for weeks, don't get me wrong but thinking about how must be at peace somehow made it easy to bear his loss. If I were to believe the goddess' words, Ethan wasn't happy in his life and was lost because he had no apparent purpose. I like to think that he got the release he so desperately wanted and needed. Even after knowing all this, I still couldn't cope with the fact that I won't be seeing him every day. He had been my source of comfort and strength for so long, he was someone I could lean on. He had begun to understand me in ways I'd never thought possible. And his absence felt left like a big void and I wasn't sure I could fill it. I didn't know if it was possible to fill it. When Harper told me that Ethan wouldn't be getting a funeral like the pack members because he was a rogue, I had been so infuriated. I knew that what Harper was saying was a part of who he w

  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   3. Forty- eight

    ~ Harper’s POV~"You do realize that to break the bond between us, either one of us will have to complete the mating process and mark our mates," I remarked and watched as Natalie nodded her head in acknowledgment. We had just gotten back after performing the final rites of the pack warriors who had lost their lives from the battle with the rogues. Needless to say, we needed some time to regain our bearings before we mingled with the rest of the world. I had done it before when my father was fighting for his life and I still found it jarring to my being, to perform the final rites of the werewolves who lose their lives. I couldn't imagine how Natalie must be feeling as it was her first time dealing with this ceremony. And hopefully, the last time. "I know," she said and we didn't speak for a few moments. I sincerely hoped that it would get easier with time, performing this ritual. It certainly hurt more when I knew that the pack members were paying for the mistakes my father committe

  • My dreams, his reality (#1)   3. Forty- seven

    When I came to my senses, I immediately knew that Harper wasn't in the bed with me. I had lost consciousness when I was engulfed in his body heat, with his arms wrapped around me. The loss of his presence was so pronounced that I didn't want to open my eyes. It felt like he was the only reason I wasn't emotionally breaking down right now. A very big part of me wanted to be near him right now and the fact that he wasn't here with me disappointed me a lot. Even in my dreams, I had expected him to be here with me, helping me get over my loss. I wanted to never open my eyes and I was glad the room was shrouded in darkness. My neck prickled in awareness and I became aware of someone sitting in the room and even though, the threat of the rogues was over, I suddenly felt unsafe. "I know you are awake, Zara." I recognized that voice and the fear immediately abated. I opened my eyes and got up in a seating position. I leaned against the headboard and regarded the figure of the soft figure of

Scan code to read on App
DMCA.com Protection Status