/-Alora-/
He had never loved me. Not even for a second.
Our marriage was arranged, a product of an unfortunate circumstance.
Tyrone had been my brother's best friend for as long as I could remember. Being close family friends and allies, I saw him more often than not and somehow developed undying feelings for him.
While Patrick knew about my feelings, I didn't dare confess to Tyrone because I was afraid he would reject me.
Back then, I was scrawny and average-looking. Certainly not the kind of girl you would look at twice but I hoped one day he would see me as more than a little sister.
And I got my wish in a dark, twisted way.
A rival pack attacked one night while we were having a little get-together, and things got ugly quickly.
Blood, knives, fangs, all in a matter of seconds and Tyrone was dead ass drunk, so my brother had to fight for both me and Tyrone.
Long story short, he died just before the Elders arrived and made Tyrone promise to take care of me.
The Elders had suggested he married me to maintain peace between both packs, and I agreed because he was the love of my life and everything.
Maybe I should have rejected the offer right there and sought another way. Maybe then I would have been able to evade this heartache.
Although he treated me with respect and made sure to provide everything I wanted, he made it clear that there was no space for me in his heart.
I was only his Luna at official gatherings while he spent as much time away from me as he could. With Allison.
She had always been his one true love but when she left because he was getting married to me, he was devastated and resigned to his fate.
A part of me always knew he secretly blamed me for it. When he had Lila, I thought things would change for the better.
I thought it was my chance to finally win his heart.
“Looks like we are even now. I have given you back the family member I owe you,” he had muttered, staring at our baby. I didn't let myself think much of it at that time.
I was certain the baby would bring us closer, I wanted her to have a normal and complete family. For the first two years, he was a lovely father but when she was old enough to start walking and talking, everything changed.
He started keeping late nights, and when I confronted him, he said to my face, “What more do you want from me? I have already repaid the debt. You have a replacement now, take it, and let me live my life the way I want!”
I thought he was drunk speaking then, now it was all clear I had been the fool all along.
Then boom, his lovely Allison returned with her cute little puppy.
I walked to the bar like a corpse, holding the urn containing my daughter's ashes, and poured myself some whiskey. I was going to leave this sick place today and never come back.
I was stupid enough to think I could change him, but no one truly changed. They just get worse.
As I indulged myself in alcohol, trying to forget the fact that I had to bury our daughter alone today, I let myself drown in self-loathing.
It was all my fault. I should have brought her into a better family. I should have left when the signs began appearing.
My eyes stung as I took another shot. Before I could indulge myself anymore, the door was kicked open once again.
He was probably expecting I would go after him as always, begging and deciding to return when he realized it wouldn't happen.
“Okay, this is the height of it! Where is that demon?!” Tyrone thundered and I shuddered slightly as he grabbed me by the collar. “Where is Lila?”
“Ty, stop it! You're hurting her!” Allison's feigned concerned voice startled me. Did he dare to bring her here?
He shoved me roughly away from him.
“Where is she?!” He was so angry I could see his veins popping out.
“Who?” I smirked and it seemed to anger him more.
“You think this is funny? She just killed an innocent Puppy! You have succeeded in raising a murderer! Today, it's an animal; the next day, it will probably be the maids and then the…”
“That's enough, Tyrone!” I snapped. “I will not have you speak about my daughter that way!”
“It was you, wasn't it?” He chucked in disbelief. “You sent her or just maybe you did it yourself.”
A bitter laugh fell off my lips as I watched the fool accuse his dead daughter.
“Tyrone, maybe you should calm down. We don't want to scare Lila. I only want her to apologize…” Allison faked a sniffle, clinging to Tyrone's arms like she was fragile and devastated.
“It's okay, Allison. I understand how much Cony meant to you. She will apologize, I promise you that…” he stroked her hair gently and I burst into an ugly laughter.
“Apologise? For what exactly if I may ask?” I crossed my arms.
“Your daughter broke into Allison's place last night and killed Cony! Right after she deliberately hurt him!” He seethed.
“Really? That must be very cruel of her then,” I taunted. “So what do you intend to do now that she will not be apologizing to either of you?”
His eyes darkened.
“Do not test me, Alora. I am trying my very best to be reasonable here!”
“Reasonable? All you have managed to do here is display how much of a cheating, shallow-minded bastard you are!” I spat.
“Alora!” He growled.
“Yesterday, you walked out on me without accepting my rejection. I need you to do that now so this stupid mark binding us together can disappear and I will take my destructive daughter away with me!” I fired.
“What has gotten into you, Alora? I thought we had already discussed this! Don't let your insecurities get in the way of our marriage,” he stated. “All I'm asking is for you to provide Lila and have her apologize for the damage she has caused.”
“No!”
“Can you stop this? You're raising a monster and you won't even let me discipline her? You think hiding her will have these psychopathic tendencies?” He yelled.
And this was who I thought was fit to raise a child. A delirious laughter escaped my lips. A man who called his seed all forms of names and painted her the devil based on the words of an outsider. He didn't deserve to be a father.
I grabbed the urn from the bar table and threw it angrily from him.
“There you have it! You can go ahead and force the apology out of her ashes!”
/-Alora-/The shock on his face was almost priceless as he held the urn. Allison was just as shocked as he was but I imagined it wasn't because my daughter was dead but because her lies were about to be exposed.“Is… is this a joke?” Tyrone stuttered. It was the first time I had ever seen any form of emotion in his eyes. “You… you're messing with me right?”“Messing with you?” I scoffed. “Your daughter has been dead for two days, you bastard!” I screamed at him.“Why didn't you tell me?” he demanded but I shot him a thick glare.“Don't you dare raise your voice at me? How would you know when all you cared about was a stupid dog? I'm sure Allison would have some logical explanations as to how my dead daughter slaughtered her dog!” I hissed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey.I couldn't stand being in the same room with him anymore. I just wanted to leave this suffocating place before I lost my mind.I went out into the garden which was Lila's favourite place to play. I didn't know how lon
/-Alora-/They couldn't be serious. I trespassed and attacked their alpha? If I remember clearly, I was chased by a beast last night and almost killed.“You have to let me go. I didn't attack anyone. A wild beast attacked me in the forest, I did nothing!” I defended.“Is that so?” A rich, deep voice interrupted, and my face went bright red when I met those fierce amber pools.I could see a very faint outline of my claws on his face but it was almost non-existent from afar.“I didn't attack you. You were the one who attacked me!” I crossed my hands, staring defiantly into his eyes even if they made me squirm.He stepped closer and I tried my best not to cower at the dominance he exuded. This man was a raw masculine beauty with sharp defined features and curly long hair.He had a tall, lean, muscular structure covered in fascinating tattoos and piercings just about his brows and ears.He looked just as dangerous as the dark aura surrounding him.“I was defending my borders against tresp
/-Alora-/The cave was frightening in a way; the moonlight just glimmered barely through the heavy darkness of the cave. Randall's silence was disturbing, and my heart pounded in my ears as the volume increased, each beat a warning that escape might be impossible.The weight of all that has happened—betrayal, the collapse of a successful career in the blink of an eye, the death of my daughter—pushed me deeper into the abyss, as if it was an anchor I was trying to release.I didn’t trust Randall. Not yet. While being alone with him, I instinctively felt some change since our meeting—his lustfulness was a little more pronounced now. He seemed to be quietly furious, and heated emotions could not be concealed from others. He observed me too keenly as if he were an admirer attempting to decipher every facial contortion and change in color that graced my face.I had the urge to shout at him to ask him what the problem was. No sooner did I try to speak than my tongue seemed to cleave to th
/Alora/He disappeared out the door, and the distinct echo of the man’s shoes became nothing more than an unpleasant memory.I could hear my heart beating as my breathing became ragged, as if my lungs were struggling to fill with air beneath the detective's jets of water.Randall was writing every word about the strange man, and I could almost feel him standing behind me like a physical shadow, as annoying as his words.“They’re coming for you.” That sentence replayed in my head and reverberated around the inside of my brain with visible clarity.The Elders. Then, a part of me considered rejecting the very thought that was going around in my head. To deny it.Thinking about it, after all the things that had happened to me, how could I be completely sure that this, whatever it was, had anything to do with me? There was another part of me, a primal part of me, that didn’t want this to end.Randall’s hand grasped my arm with increased pressure, recalling me from whatever memory I had floa
/-Alora-/The sudden grating sound of the iron door that swung open jolted me away from my thoughts. Then, in a cold gust, came that raw shiver of chopping through the thick heat of the dungeon like the smell of pine. My pulse quickened. Randall. He entered the cell like a dangerous predator, his silver-colored eyes fixed on mine. His countenance was inscrutable, yet his presence filled the tight area, suffocating and dominating all at once. I raised my shoulders, deciding that there was no way he could see a hint of fear—or was it curiosity?—in my eyes. “Quiet?” he asked me, his tone deep and for some reason dangerous despite me rarely hearing any aggression from him before. “Not like the girl who told me off and practically dared me to do something about it today.” I clamped my mouth shut wanting to counter but he was too smart to get the better of me. It left me to tilt my chin up, offering him a full frontal challenge stare. What do you want now, Randall? Another attempt to break
/Alora/Randall was like a storm—black and immovable. I could feel the air changing with each step he took as he walked along the edge of the caveway leading into the cave. His silence was driving me crazy, but I couldn't let him see how scared I was. "At some point, you're going to have to explain this," I said, my voice barely shaky. He turned, his eyes catching the dim light of the moon as they locked me in place. “You think explanations will make you feel better? That learning the game will make it easier to play?” Even though my throat hurt, I wouldn't give up. "Randall, I'm not here to mess around." He laughed coldly, not because he was having fun. "Little wolf, you're not where you belong." Because this is all one huge game—one where everyone is either a player or a king. The problem is, which one are you?” I shivered when he said those things, but I didn't show it. “I’m neither,” I answered, raising my head. “I’m something you haven’t figured out yet.” Randall’s attitude
/Alora-/The moonlight came in through a crack in the entrance to the cave and it lit the interior in sharp lines with occasional sheen on the wet floor. I was alone and I sat fighting with myself in the chaos that had become my life. Randall had left me alone, the way he came had been as quick as you can imagine. His words stayed in my head, in a place I never wanted to return, as an undesirable guest telling me, “Choose wisely, else you are forced into no choice at all”. Finally, I was able to feel something that I couldn’t even name for quite a few years. Anger? Fear? Determination? It was a mental tumult, much room for reason was up thereby.All my internal forces produced and stirred a desire in me to escape, to rebel against the ropes of fate hanging over me. But what is destiny? One chosen by betrayal? By Tyrone? Or by the mystery Randall with whom I still never knew whether he wanted to be friends, be in a relationship, or just have sex? I folded in on myself, holding my
/-Alora-/The jungle became dense when I chased Randall through the dark. His broad shape moved smoothly, the light of the moon entering between the tree trunks to guide him. I stayed quiet and alert, my every fiber asking questions I dared not think out loud. The words that Selene said were burning my flesh as if I wore a rather tight, black, leather suit. You have to deal with the shadow side of a personality. What darkness? I have been cheated, embarrassed, and shunned for all that mattered to me. Was that what she meant? This frozen, clenched fist of anger in my chest? “Hurry on,” Randall called some more over his shoulder, the aggressiveness hard in his words. It made me frown, but I increased the pace. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” It angered me when he was so slippery in answering my questions, yet I said nothing. At last, the woodland became thinner; massive trees began to disappear, and a large area was revealed—it was covered with pale silver mist. In the center
/-Alora-/A blast of light blinded him for a second, but did little to arrest the rogue's momentum. Within seconds he was on his feet, snarling, his yellow eyes aglow with malice. He lunged for Randall first, claws outstretched, but Randall was too fast.These two had collided in a bone-crushing fashion, and I heard the sickly crack of bones beneath the weight of their clash. Randall was strong, but this rogue wasn't any wolf; he was more feral, more dangerous. I could see it in his eyes. This was no mere pack warrior; this was a hunter, a predator bred for destruction.But it wasn't the rogue I had feared.From the darkness behind him, a figure emerged—silently deadly. The air thickened with an energy that seemed to crawl across my skin; the temperature dropped. A presence far darker than that of any Lycan, it was something more ancient, something born of shadows long forgotten.I stepped backward, my heart racing against my chest. What was that?"Alora!" Randall yelled urgently and
/-Alora-/The shaking beneath my feet had somehow, in a troubadourial way, moved to my gut, where cold fear had firmly installed itself. Lyanna's words just hung in the air, a warning of sorts—something more was to come, its echo running through the tissues of my bones.Randall did not stop. His hand shot out and pulled my arm toward the tight tunnel we'd entered through."Move," he growled, and I knew he was taut with speed. Firmly, he grasped me, not painfully, as if I was the last link to his reason in this madness.I didn't need a lot more help along that line. From the moment Lyanna spoke the word of the Wight and its illegal union with me, every sense in my body screamed that danger was closing in on me from all sides. My heart drummed against my chest as we threaded the twisted path, the air clotting with every step we took away from the center of the room.But Lyanna was already well ahead, her glowing stick throwing long, twisting shadows across the crude stone of the walls.
/-Alora-/It rumbled out of the growl, low and threatening, turning my gut into knots. Lyanna stiffened, the staff in her hands shining brighter to cast sharp shadows on the damp walls.The one too-familiar sound of fear scratching its way up my spine—but this time, it wasn't from the rogues.Stay behind me, she whispered; not even her voice was audible over the beating of my heart.Yet the growl was even colder than the chill in the air, the further it echoed, and it seemed like the very cave recoiled from what lay in the darkness. Lyanna's barrier shone dull behind them, closing the door and cutting off all means of easy flight."Is it. one of them?" I asked, my voice shaking."No," she answered sharply, "it is another thing altogether."And then, a beast had emerged into the faint light her staff allowed: stooped, wiry-limbed, its frame hung with dull, matted fur, its eyes glowing a strange amber. Not a wolf, but something twisted, a gross mirror of what might be when submitted to
/-Alora-/The growl rumbled through the woods, its chilling sound running down my spine like a blade. Randall tensed beside me as his head whipped toward the sound.Lyanna merely stepped back, her violet eyes flashing unhurriedly as she peered into the darkness."They're closer than I thought," she whispered almost to herself."Who's closer?" I said, tightening my hands to stop the shakes.Rogers," Randall said shortly. He turned to me. "Stay close. Do not act unless I tell you.His tone was tinged with command, raising my rebellion, but before I could argue, the woods burst into action: shadows dancing between the trees, light and planned.“We’re surrounded,” Lyanna said, her voice steady.The first rogue launched from the shadows, straight for Randall, who met the attack with deadly accuracy, his body changing mid-motion into that of his wolf form: a tall mass of black fur, muscles rippling. Tearing into the rogue's side, his claws brought a painful yelp ringing into the night."Go!
/-Alora-/From the darkness, there were only distant yells that were fading deeper, but a looming danger was as impalpable as the smoke.Tears welled up in my eyes as we began to notice each step; our feet submerged in the soft, wet mud that was the ground in this forest.Randall proceeded to the front, being very careful to overly emphasize every single step he took as well as to hunch his shoulders. From a corner, one could see the beginning of a smoldering anger well concealed from plain sight.“Are you expecting that they will return?” I said that, changing the tense silence.He didn’t turn to look at me. “Of Lucius it should be said—otherwise he is not—that he is not a man to nurse his hurts for more than a few minutes. He will return, and he will bring more wolves.It should have been a response that made me uncomfortable, but it didn’t. Rather, it made a spark deep in the ashes of my soul. “Then we fight,” I repeated it, convinced.Randall came to an embarrassing halt and quick
/-Alora-/ The trees surrounded us entirely, and the darkness of the forest pressed down on us. Randall stepped a bit in front of me first, stiff and coiled like a spring, preparing to snap into action.My wrists were painful from the ropes I was tied with before now, a type of remembrance of the confinement, but the feeling faded in the background.What occurred previously did not matter to any of them while the present was poised on the verge of an abyss. “You race through the woods always, like you have been chased by death,” I questioned in a strong tone that could be heard in the deafening quiet that followed. Randall was silent for a few seconds. He stepped down a bit awkwardly, and I managed to get up exactly behind him and then had a glimpse of his shadowed face as he turned slightly to look at me: he had a narrow face and high cheekbones.“Someone is behind us,” he murmured, barely lifting his voice over the sound of the wind flowing through the woods. For a minute my hear
/-Alora-/The only sound audible in the forest was the sound of the leaves crunching as someone walked past.Randall went a little ahead and stood, with his huge shoulders hunched up and glistening under the white beams of the silvery moon.The tension surrounding him was palpable—a reminder that any thin thread of friendship we had formed would not last.I tried to follow him, but my muscles were still sore from the mark he left on me. It was unlike anything I have felt before—burning pain combined with some sort of attraction towards him.Even the mate bond—a connection I’d never really believed in until now—had wormed its way into my life. I hated it. I hated him. Still, I can’t ignore the odd solace he brought to the despair of mistrust with every visit. Again, we are approaching.” He commented this time without turning around to look at me. He had a big, rough-sounding voice, and what he said was final and could not be discussed. “To where?” I said,He suddenly stopped and face
/-Alora-/The jungle became dense when I chased Randall through the dark. His broad shape moved smoothly, the light of the moon entering between the tree trunks to guide him. I stayed quiet and alert, my every fiber asking questions I dared not think out loud. The words that Selene said were burning my flesh as if I wore a rather tight, black, leather suit. You have to deal with the shadow side of a personality. What darkness? I have been cheated, embarrassed, and shunned for all that mattered to me. Was that what she meant? This frozen, clenched fist of anger in my chest? “Hurry on,” Randall called some more over his shoulder, the aggressiveness hard in his words. It made me frown, but I increased the pace. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” It angered me when he was so slippery in answering my questions, yet I said nothing. At last, the woodland became thinner; massive trees began to disappear, and a large area was revealed—it was covered with pale silver mist. In the center
/Alora-/The moonlight came in through a crack in the entrance to the cave and it lit the interior in sharp lines with occasional sheen on the wet floor. I was alone and I sat fighting with myself in the chaos that had become my life. Randall had left me alone, the way he came had been as quick as you can imagine. His words stayed in my head, in a place I never wanted to return, as an undesirable guest telling me, “Choose wisely, else you are forced into no choice at all”. Finally, I was able to feel something that I couldn’t even name for quite a few years. Anger? Fear? Determination? It was a mental tumult, much room for reason was up thereby.All my internal forces produced and stirred a desire in me to escape, to rebel against the ropes of fate hanging over me. But what is destiny? One chosen by betrayal? By Tyrone? Or by the mystery Randall with whom I still never knew whether he wanted to be friends, be in a relationship, or just have sex? I folded in on myself, holding my