Fate Is Cruel

"They were lovers, Luna." I close my eyes, tears brimming. Yes, this was what I didn't want to hear. "Theia was meant to take your place, she was going to be Luna that's the reason she came here. Alpha didn't expect to find you at the Alpha's meeting, it was fate." His voice soft, he sees my pain.

"Give me a second Ragon, this is too muc-" I try to ask him to give me time to adjust to the stabs of pain he's showering upon me.

"The ring on her finger Luna, it was given to her by Alpha." Now I remember, the ring's color was that of Deimos's eyes. Emerald green. "It was a sign that he was hers and she was his. They were on a small break when Alpha found you. They have been very close since they were pups and their parents accepted their love as well." Tears flow freely down my cheeks; this is the worst form of torture. It's bursting inside me.

Kneeling on the floor with his head bowed he whispers to me. "Forgive me, Luna. I meant no harm I just felt you out of everyone has the right to know."

"You are an honorable male, Ragon. And I will reward you once I am back on track." Keeping my head high my heart pounding I walk out of my room. A punishment is on its way.

Rushing down the stairs running to the pack house's dining hall. I bang open the door, my chest heaving up and down. My eyes frantically searching for Theia. My wolf demands her blood on our hands. The tension swirling around the room boils over and every wolf stare at me with fear. They have never seen my Alpha side. My eyes find Theia and my heart stops for a minute. She is sitting on my seat, right to Deimos.

I see red. A high-pitched ring takes over my mind. I can't hear nor see any wolf than her. Walking to her in confident strides stopping in front of her I pick her up by her neck. Lifting her high, her legs dangling, eyes popping out. She struggles to breathe.

"Well, aren't you quite the liar, Theia? Friends you say but lovers you are. You lie to my face and you dare sit on my throne. You have the guts; I'll give you that." I am seething, fangs elongating aching for a bite of her flesh.

"Put her down now!" Deimos screams getting up from his seat. But his anger does nothing to instill fear within me nor calm me down. It angers me further. "Let her go, mate! Now! What the hell are you doing?" His voice growing louder by the second.

"Have you ever wondered how it will feel like to see the face of death? Would you like me to show you, Theia? I'll do the honors." I squeeze her throat tighter; her face turns red and she's choking on her saliva. Tears streaming down her face, hands clutching my wrists trying to remove them.

I didn't notice Deimos crawling up behind me. I was so caught up in my anger. He holds my neck from behind with a sudden force surprising me, making me drop Theia to the ground, she crawls backwards away from me. I snarl and growl to get away from his tight grip clawing his hands and face. Without a word, he drags me up to his room shutting the door with a bang dropping me to the floor with a harsh push.

"What have you done? You dare harm her? Who the hell do you think you are?" He is raging, walking back and forth in the room chest heaving up and down hands in fists trying to reign in is anger.

I sink deep into his eyes and see his truth, what he thinks of me. Unworthy, Filthy, Disgusting. Tears flood and I try to control their downfall. I must not show weakness.

"Why? Why?" I scream at him. I don't understand this male of mine.

"Why did you take me if you deem me as unworthy? If you already had her?" Heart-wrenching pain takes over my body and soul. He's burning me alive.

He looks at me with eerie calmness and his cold and calculating eyes. He shows me no hint of emotion. His walls are high to climb as ever.

"Because I have to honor the moon and thank her for her blessing." He replies, his voice holding no feeling to them. Cold. Ice cold except no heat can melt it. My warmth can never melt his cold heart. Straightening my back lifting my head high, looking straight into his eyes I tell him my truth.

"Then I shall find someone to honor me." Perhaps, this is what it was. We were never meant for each other. The moon goddess made a mistake. Turning my back on him, if I leave now, he can't see my tears. But my plan fails as my body is thrown on to the bed. My body is unable to move with the weight of him. He holds my neck in his hands, claws coming out bringing out blood, his wolf peeking out from his eyes. He is oozing dominance.

"I may not want you and deem you unworthy but if I ever find some other male warming your bed, I will rip his throat out and feed him to the vultures. And you will be the cause of his death." He snarls, his fingers tightening around my neck. I look at him for a long time moving from one eye to the other, until I gather up my courage to finally ask him what needs to be asked.

"Do you love her?" I whisper to him tears finally streaming down my face fearing his answer for the sorrow it will bring. His eyes watch my tears and finally letting go of me he gets up from the bed looking down on me. "Tell me, my male. Do you?" I probe him further.

"It has nothing to do with you." A short and simple answer he gives me. No room for questions. This is his truth.

Getting up from the bed walking to the door with staggering legs and swollen eyes having no strength in me to fight, I whisper to him before closing the door.

"Fate is cruel pairing me with someone like you, my male."