Chapter 9
ALEXA ROHAN
I froze when a man walked in by the front door and the smell of lilacs wafted my nose.
My eyes landed on a good looking man, well built for his age, a broad shoulder but when our eyes met— no sparks fly.
Nothing like what Carmen said—
But when that man stepped aside, a girl emerged like a flower that blossoms in spring time.
I was mesmerized that I just stared at her and she stared back at me with full adoration.
Literally, she took my breath away.
And by then, all the nonsense that Carmen has been spouting about mate made all sense; all the emotions that she kept on blabbering dreamily washed over me like a waterfall— no stopping them.
Even my wolf, Reika was unstoppable when she growled—
"Mate—"
And there she is, the stranger that I knew.
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That mesmerizing girl took her steps towards me. Her eyes were glowing and flickering indicating her wolf trying to take over.
... and so was Reika.
My mate held out her hand, "Hi."
"I'm Lou Rivers," she introduced.
'god'
… even I would melt with just her voice.
But I didn't take her hand, I was stubborn, I stormed my way out of the house and ran in the woods.
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All the way, Reika whimpers. I tried to shift but she won't.
So I ran on my two feet, I didn't shifted, my wolf and I have internal arguments.
'ugh'
Back in the house, Reika wants to throw herself to our mate but I don't want to —so I held her in with utmost intent.
The truth is— my mind says no but my heart says otherwise.
And what I did was hurting me so much, the feeling is strange, painful.
Is it the bond?
I laid down on the pile of dried leaves in the deepest of the forest.
The place was dim, as the sunlight is almost forbidden to pass through the towering trees.
And I could hear birds chirping as though welcoming me in their home but as the me on that moment, the sound seemed mournful.
I perked my ears as I sensed my kind are nearing me. I recognized them, scout werewolves. Maybe wondering why I was there in the morning so I mind link them to let me be alone and when they were so stubborn, I snarled at them so they took off.
I want to be alone— and think.
I never wanted a mate, I could live without one but I would be lying if there's not an onz of desire to know about that someone— the Moon Goddess has chosen for me.
But after seeing my mate awhile back, a beauty, sophisticated, mesmerizing but I don't need any of those— I don't need a weakling.
I sensed it, a strength a little bit higher to a runt.
'ugh'
I sarcastically laughed inwardly.
A mate could pull someone up or could weigh someone down.
And I would never take a mate that could weigh me down when I worked my ass up to where I am now— not that girl.
Then I hysterically laughed that it echoed around the forest.
… a mate, a weakling, a girl—
I laughed at my own thoughts.
I looked up the sky and I couldn't see the moon but I know it's there so I huffed and yelled questioning the omniscient moon goddess of the mate she has given me.
'tsk'
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LOU RIVERS
I have always look forward to the day of meeting my mate. I even dream of it but what just happened was beyond reasoning.
'my mate runaway from me'
'god'
Who would not want to meet 'the one' the Moon Goddess has chosen for one's life?
But there she was, running away; not wanting me at all.
My breathing got suddenly laborious and my heart ached. It's a pain unlike any other and Adolphus whimpered in my head.
I ran my gaze to the people around me, they were all dumbfounded. So I forced a smile then speed off to the woods.
I just run in my human form. I don't even know where I'm heading till I reached a wide clearing. The breeze of air swayed the mighty grass on the ground.
As I sniffed the air around, I smelled one of my kind then I heard a sob, there I saw Sierraleone curled up and her chin in her knees.
I approached her, she did not turn my way, she knows my scent.
When I got close, she was wiping away her tears.
I sat beside her in that grassy ground.
We didn't talk for a while, we just stared at a distance while she sniffed from time to time.
"Who made you cry?" I asked without looking at her.
"Myself"
I chuckled then laid down my back flat on the ground.
A moment of silence again passed—
… then she broke it and started pouring her burden out.
"They could just tell me," she sobbed.
"Why do they have to lie— in— my— face— every freaking day?"
I just stared in the wide sky over me while Sierraleone's shoulders shook as she cried.
So her side of story is— a friend's secrecy.
Well, she has this two other friends, they work in the intelligence department as a support.
In this pack, runts chose to developed their cognitive side since they lack in physical strength.
Looking at Sierraleone, I could only sympathize with her as she told me her grief.
And I know how she felt 'cause I'd been there once. It might not be as heavy as hers but still, I can relate— a lying friend.
We have this friends we call as ours but who knows— for them we are not.
In Sirraleone's case, she'd been giving herself benefit of the doubt for the longest time she possibly could— and now she can't take it anymore— so she broke-down.
She has this two other friends for a long time but had sensed something has changed.
She felt left out.
At first she didn't mind but the act of indifference slowly eat her inside.
They used to hangout together, the three of them but suddenly, in every freaking day, they fucking —lied —to —her— face with reasons and alibis differ with each other.
At first she understands, 'cause they have their own life to live, then as it happened so often that Leone's mind got the best of her.
So she checked them out like a lurking creep and there she saw it, the two sucking each others face.
Her feelings crumpled but can't tossed to the bin— for her, they are her friends.
Why do they have to lie?
Why can't they just tell her that they freaking LOVE each other and they're in a relationship and not putting her in the blind?
Of all people she'll be one of the happiest to know and number one to support them.
She can't understand why do they have to hide it from her.
I understand the grief of Sierraleone, where she stood as transparent as she is but sadly the others aren't.
The funny thing is: they— lie— to —her— face— when she knew the truth already.
'freaking hilarious'
As the days go by of waiting for her friends to tell her their 'suppose to be awesome relationship' , the two chose to lie to her every day instead.
At first, she's okay with it, but then— when wanting to hangout with them the two already has different reasons to decline.
And as time went by, lying everytime to her, she begun to ask herself why.
Do they think a little of her?
… a naïve one?
… oblivious when she's not?
Then she'd blamed herself thinking —
…maybe she's not trustworthy for them?
…maybe she's boring to be with?
Those thoughts eat up Sierraleone, slowly every day like enveloping darkness.
Then she would wake up on the morrow and hear again their lies.
And then there she was, trying to give another chance only to be dissappointed again and again.
She could see her friends laughing their ass out while she was hurting— maybe they're the one's who are oblivious and not her.
'tsk'
Funny how both of those friends of hers agreed to lie in her face.
Knowing they are her friends, how could not one of them rebuked the other and have a little bit of conscience.
That's one of the worst feeling—
And it definitely sucks—
'tsk'
Then as a person like Sierraleone, who chose to keep everything inside, then she'll be hurting everyday and cries while she hides.
'tsk tsk tsk'
I hug her for comfort— the least I could do for her. It's her own battle.
'god'
And here I am comforting others when I, myself needs one hell of a comforting arms wrapped around me as I grieved too— caused by my running mate.
'ugh'