Till My Mate

Vulvan's pov

I have felt anger before. I have felt rage that burned so deep it threatened to consume me. But nothing—nothing—compares to what I feel right now.

The weight of betrayal settles in my chest like a stone, heavy and suffocating. My grip tightens around the glass in my hand, the whiskey swirling lazily inside. It does nothing to calm me.

Because this time it cuts deeper.

This time, it’s personal.

Savik. That snake.

I should have known he wouldn’t stop at mere provocations. I should have expected him to strike where it hurts the most. But even for him, this…this was low.

He sent an assassin after my mother.

And Zara—his sister—walks around this house as if nothing has happened.

I close my eyes, inhaling deeply, but the scent of blood and fury lingers in my mind. It takes me back to earlier today, when everything shattered.

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While Zara, Dax, and Mika were away, I returned to the mansion sooner than expected. The moment I stepped inside, something felt…wrong.

The air carried an unfamiliar scent, faint but unmistakable.

A stranger.

I moved quickly, my instincts sharpening as I approached Queen Luna’s chamber. The door was ajar—a detail so small it might have gone unnoticed. But I noticed.

And then, I saw him.

A shadowed figure loomed over my mother’s sleeping form, dagger raised high.

I didn’t think. I reacted.

With a snarl, I lunged, slamming into him before the blade could strike. The impact sent us both crashing to the ground, his weapon clattering against the stone floor.

our movement suddenly made my mother conscious of her environment. Upon seeing what was going on, she ran out and yelled for help calling the guards.

He fought back—wild and desperate—but he was no match for me.

Within seconds, I had him pinned, my fist connecting with his face again and again until he stopped struggling.

Guards rushed in, dragging him away as blood dripped from his mouth. But even as he hung in the dungeons, broken and beaten, he refused to speak.

Hours passed, torture,pain. yet silence.

Finally, when he was on the brink of death, he muttered the words that made my blood run cold.

"It was Savik. He sent me."

Savik. That bastard.

He didn’t just attack my family—he declared war.

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Now, standing in my room, I can still feel the rage thrumming in my veins. My hands tighten into fists as I stare at the whiskey in my glass.

Then Zara walks in.

The moment I see her, something inside me snaps.

Her presence alone fuels my anger.

She hesitates when she sees my expression, her eyes searching mine. She knows something is wrong, but she doesn’t know why.

Good.

Let her wonder.

She follows me to the kitchen, but I ignore her. When she sees me speaking with Dax, her curiosity sharpens. She steps forward, but before she can ask anything, I push past her, my temper barely contained.

She follows me anyway.

By the time she bursts into my room, I already know how this will end.

"Vulvan," she says softly, stepping toward me. "Where is Queen Luna?"

I don’t answer. Instead, I reach for the bottle beside me, pouring myself another drink. The whiskey burns down my throat, but it does nothing to numb the storm inside me.

"Vulvan, answer me," she pleads, her voice tinged with worry.

I slam my hand against the desk, rattling everything around us.

"Why do you care?" My voice is sharp, laced with bitterness.

She flinches at my tone but doesn’t back down.

"You know why!" she argues.

I let out a mocking laugh, shaking my head.

"Do I?" I scoff. "My mother was almost murdered, and do you know who was behind it?" I take a step closer, watching as she instinctively steps back. "Your brother, Savik."

Her eyes widen with shock or guilt?

She shakes her head. "No… That can’t be—"

"It is," I cut her off. "And don’t you dare defend him."

She hesitates. And that hesitation is all the proof I need.

Something inside me snaps.

I throw the glass across the room, watching as it shatters against the wall. The sound echoes through the silence.

"Yes, I blame you!" I roar. "If the Moon Goddess hadn’t made you my mate, I would know who my enemies are! But you? You blur the lines!"

Her face pales. Her lips part, but no words come.

"You are an Edwood," I sneer. "You have never been a Reagan. You will never be one of us."

Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears.

Good.

She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean by that?"

I step closer, my eyes locked onto hers. "You pretend. You act like you belong here. Like you’re my devoted mate. But I see through it." My voice drops lower, sharper. "You're just a shame. A lie. Who knows—you might even be working for your brother."

She gasps, stepping back as if I struck her.

"I don't trust you, Zara," I say coldly. "And I never will."

She blinks rapidly, as if trying to process my words.

And then, in a voice so quiet I almost miss it, she whispers, "Then don’t."

The air between us is thick, heavy with unspoken words and shattered trust.

"Get out!" that was the final blow I couldn't stand her anymore it was best for her to leave before I forget every living been in me and harm her the way I want cause I knew with in myself she won't survive it once I lose control.

She turns sharply, storming toward the door. The moment it slams shut behind her, I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my hair.

My chest is tight. My thoughts are a mess.

But the worst part?

No matter how much I hate her, no matter how much I want to push her away…

She is still my mate.

And that is the cruellest betrayal of all.