Abomination.
The word rang in her ears. That was all she was. She was an abomination. The fruit created through a forbidden bond. Mira’s hands clenched by her side as she watched King Gladwin spitting venomo
Hoping to pull her into his embrace, Cohen sighed when the right side of the bed was empty. This wasn’t the first time he woke up not seeing her in the bed with him. Ever since Mira had returned from traveling back in time, there were several changes evident in her behavior. Cohen wasn’t sure if it was just another personality of hers.
“No matter what you’d do or say, nothing could change the fact that I want you,” Cohen said.“How could you still want me when all I do is push you away?”
The next day, everything was different. Cohen woke up with Mira coming into his bedroom with breakfast. He stared at her face as if she had grown another facial organ. It felt as if everything that happened last night was just a thing in the past.
Silence filled the atmosphere as everyone watched her. They were waiting for her answer to Cohen’s proposal. Mira didn’t know what to think anymore. Was it cruel for her to accept his proposal so that the Council couldn’t take her? Was it cruel for her marrying him while he still couldn’t mate with her because of the blood ties? There were more cons than pros. Mira didn’t feel it would be fair for Cohen. She knew how much he wanted the mating bond—how much he desired for her to be his mate officially. Not just a name.
“We’re going to expand the search further into the coordinates,” Cohen said as they studied the map laid on the meeting desk. “We need to make sure everything is accounted for.”After
Every day she woke up with happiness washed over herself. Sometimes, she woke up earlier from Cohen just admiring him sleeping. She felt like she was a freak but she couldn’t help it. They had been spending more and more time together. Cohen and his mother continued to teach her something new everyday.
He woke up abruptly as he felt uneasy. He looked around. Again, the side next to him was empty but something was different this time. He knew it. Scrambling out of his bed, he rushed to the bathroom hoping to see she was there.No, she wasn’t.
Everyone was just astounded as he was. The lycans were supposed to extinct decades after Damien led his army into their strongest hold and massacred everyone on sight. There was no survivor on that night. Cohen heard the story from his father who was one of the many werewolves sent to assist the Lycans but they were too late. Hundreds of bodies lying on the ground by the time they had arrived. Not even women or children were spared. Everyone was murdered in cold blood.
A week passed and he only bunkered down in the apartment. For the whole week, Cohen reminized the six months he spent in his wolf form. For six months and the remaining three months, he spent trying to regain control of his own mind. He couldn’t control it fully but it was the best he could do at this moment. He tried to remember the things he did when he was in his wolf form. He didn’t know much about the people he hurt along the way as his memories were too fuzzy for him to remember anything much.
The crowd cheered as he landed another attack on his opponent. He panted heavily before retreating to the corner of the ring. The crowd cheered even more when his opponent collapsed.Then, the countdown began. The crowd counted with the host. By the time the countdown reached ten, his opponent was still on the f
Days turned to weeks. Liam continued to expand his search in the hope of finding Cohen somewhere. He asked the help of his allies to cover more ground. But everyone hit a dead end. It seemed Cohen disappeared in thin air.
The travel to the address of Mira’s safehouse took Cohen half a day. But he was glad for the location. It was far from his territory or his allies. He had to stop an oil tanker to travel to the safehouse. Vincent was right.
Cohen ran and just kept going. He was running aimlessly until his entire body felt exhausted from the running. He collapsed near a river and shifted back into his human form. The shift was proven painful as his wolf still wanted to force him to stay in his wolf form. He curled on the river bank, covered in mud and dirt.
An invisible force dragged Mira’s body to Amanda’s reach. She grabbed the broken glass and sliced her palm before hovered it above Mira’s slightly opened mouth, hoping that her blood was good enough to resurrect her back. Amanda ripped her own shirt to wrap around her bleeding hand and she put her hands on Mira’s neck, enchanting silently and the chain materialized. Breaking this chain had many outcomes. One of them was unleashing the demon wolf.
Damien laughed maniacally as he threw Mira off across the room. His laughter echoed into the throne room. He had just eliminated the last obstacle of his reign. Now, no one would challenge or question his reign. The throne was his alone. He had no more blood related family or relatives. Mira was the last one. Therefore, he became the sole heir to the throne according to the law. He never believed it at first when he read his father's will. His father decided to put Mira's mother as the new Queen and Mira as the first in line to the throne, making Damien the second in line. That was the reason why he decided to torment her. If she w
Vincent collapsed to the floor, looking up to the ceiling as he tried to control her emotions using the temporary mind link. He was whispering to her, hoping her to see the good memories within herself.
She was sitting on the floor before the double glass door. Her hand was reaching out as if she was trying to touch the moon. The moonlight shone exactly where she was sitting. Cohen watched her in silence. Mira had been acting weird since the wedding. At one point, she was looking very happy. Then, she looked distant and sad. He got up from the bed and sat down behind her, putting her in the middle of his legs.