9. Ocean P.O.V.

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Ocean's P.O.V. Parallel to previous 2 chapter.

"Are you going to tell her?" Aaron breathed down my neck. He'd been doing that for the past month, since my mate moved to be with me.

My Naya. A foreign sensation attacked my chest every time I thought of her, every time I saw her. Maybe because I was lying to her. Or maybe I was in love with her.

Rubbing my forehead with my fingertips in distress, I inhaled loudly. Naya's tear stained face invaded my thoughts. I wanted to punch myself for walking away from her. The chair creaked under my weight when I leaned backwards. 

Sleeping in the quarters was a terrible idea. Knowing Joshua was there put me at ease, protection wise but everything else in me wanted to storm over to my own house and claim my mate. All I wanted to do was gather her up, take away all her pain, like I did when I busted through the door at first.

Joshua's projection of Naya's quivering body on the ground scared the life out of me. We were near the lake, sussing out best areas to insert motion sensor detectors but we were coming up empty. 

The water in the lake fluctuated depending on the weather. The lake had frozen over during winter and now that the sun was making an appearance, slowly defrosting the icy land. The rain would follow soon after, with thunders and storm, rising the water level again. 

Anything embedded in the ground would be ruined. The mountains past the lake was our kryptonite. We needed to have a pack meeting. A meeting where everyone would be advised about the pros and cons of building a damn wall.

That's the last thing I wanted. We locked ourselves off when their Alpha and Female Alpha, along with many others were slaughtered. My mom and dad. A painful sigh left my lungs. I nearly died myself.

 If Adeya hadn't put her life on the line to stop the silver from spreading, I would have been with the spirits like my parents. Subconsciously, my hand reached for the scar.

The feel of Naya's soft lips replaced my hand. Her delicate touch ghosted over my skin.

"Ocean?" Aaron jolted me out of my thoughts. "You can't just leave her like that." He was on the verge of hysteria.

"But if I stay away maybe it will stop for her. You saw when Macey projected to you. She put her hand out when they were being shot at and now this..." I shook my head from side to side. "I have to think about her safety."

"But it doesn't mean you keep her in the dark." He countered.

"It will get worse. Like me. It will overwhelm her." It took me years to control it. The first time I was told why this was happening to me, I didn't believe it. Who would? But it made perfect sense.

That's when I first saw her. My mate.

We didn't have the large walls back then, we just lived in the woods in houses like this. Hence, I was able to visit Alpha Russo's pack on business that my parents were conducting. They didn't allow strangers but he complied because my grandparents were acquaintance of the real Alpha and his family.

Alpha Jace Russo was a born beta. His father was the second in line after the future Alpha, Jace's best friend was murdered.

We weren't close back then but we respected them. They lost their future Alpha but no one knew how. I remember his reaction when he first saw me. Like he'd seen ghost. When he told me why later on. It felt like I had seen a ghost.

Another reason why I didn't want to tell her the truth is because I didn't want to scare her. Have her living in fear.

"Then you teach her how to control it. The poor girl thinks she's sick." Aaron kept pacing around the office I had in the Quarters. I hardly stayed at my home before Naya. I had my own place here in the Quarters. Thankfully Uncle Steven didn't show Naya my place here or she would have seen all the pictures I have of her.

Like a fucking stalker.

Frustrated, I pulled at my hair with both hands, digging my elbows into my knees. A picture of her stared back me from my desk. It was a photograph my P.I. took 3 years ago. It took him nearly a year and a half to find her and she looked exactly like the person, from the images Jace LoRusso gave me.

From than 30 years ago.

Even though it was only a picture of her from previous life and I was 17, I knew she was my mate when I first saw that photograph. I've seen glimpses of her in my dreams for years. Waited for her. But images held nothing on the live version of my mate. She was a temptress, body made for men to lust after her and women to want to be her.

In the picture on my desk, her mid-length hair was thrown over her shoulder, waves frozen in time. A little blue tank top fitted her upper body, dark blue jean shorts shaped her toned butt and thigh. My blood boiled every time I envisioned other men, watching her with lustful eyes.

She was fucking made for me. She had been mine for centuries. Since the beginning of time.

"Bro, I swear to Goddess, you might be the Alpha but I'm ready to kick your ass. MY mate is mad at me because she's mad at you and she can't show that she's mad at you because you're the Alpha. So she's mad at me." Aaron kept rambling away. Macey didn't know that he was ordered to tell me anything and everything she mentioned about Naya.

"Well at least you can be with your mate. I can't with mine." The venom dripped from my voice.

"You can if you tell her." He suggested, finally sitting his ass down on one of the sofas thrown against the wall.

"It took me years to control it. Even longer to come to terms with death. I didn't stay away from her this long to have it all get taken away from me within a blink of an eye."

I've seen it myself. Her hallucinations were memories from our past lives. Who the fuck would have thought of that? 

Past, fucking, life. 

I didn't know that was even possible. When she said she was sick I thought of Him trying to kill her in some elaborate way. Like he successfully did for centuries. But no, she was just remembering. 

According to Lea, we've lived 7 lives and maybe more. Brutally murdered over 7 times. We may not remember all of them but we will some of them. It was gift from the spirits to defeat the Darkling. Only problem was that he's indestructible but maybe not for long.

Not after what Naya and I were able to accomplish in our last life.

This was the first life ever lived where we have an advantage. I made sure he couldn't find her by keeping away from her. However, he had already found me. Found my pack. That is why I didn't want to bring her over. 

Unfortunately, I already jeopardised her safety by being at Greenville at the same time as her. Damn it if I knew she was going to be there. She wanted to surprise her best friend and in the process she astounded me.

My Goddess was she beautiful. I was used to seeing her in pictures that my P.I. used to send but seeing in person took my breath away. Her dark hair waved around her back as she made her way down the small stone stair case.

 All I could see was her. The world revolved around her. My life belonged to her. I sounded like the teenager I was before my parents died. A numbness washed over my body with an acute feeling of sadness. I missed them every day and wished to bring their real killer to justice.

The Darkling.

A lot of supernatural creatures weren't aware of his existence. Some believed that he was a myth, concocted by elders in order to keep each supernatural race pure. However, he was very real to us. 

I knew why he was after us, I just didn't want Naya to worry about him constantly. Like I do. I hated him. If it wasn't for him, the human race wouldn't be as powerful. We wouldn't be living in fear, losing our loved one on a daily basis.

"I spoke to Lea again yesterday. She's dying to see Naya. Unfortunately, she doesn't have new information. She's trying to contact a witch." I changed the subject.

"Ahh, yes they used to be best friends." Aaron chuckled. I was grateful for them.

"Macey would have her throat." He was right. I've seen those two together. They were sisters. Period.

"What do we do now?" I wondered out loud. I knew the right thing to do would be tell my mate the truth. Why I was avoiding her? Why I didn't want to bring her over? Why I made her cry last night? It fucking killed. 

We weren't fully mated but I felt every contraction of her heart. I felt it when her throat clogged with tears. I knew something was wrong when I felt fidgety and agitated followed by intense pour of sadness yet I still didn't make my way to her until Joshua's projection.

It frightened me to my core.

"YOU TELL HER." He didn't shout but made each words more prominent. A snarl left my lips. "Anyways, did get any more of your past lives memories?"

"Yes, it was the same one she got. We were in Korinthos. I've had one from that time period before so I know. Only she saw our death whereas I saw our life before we went on the run." My apparitions were increasing due to her presence. Hers were just starting. I recognised the signs before a memory attacked, hence I had time to place myself in a safe space.

"Man, it still freaks me out sometimes when you talk about things like that." Aaron finally settled down, leaned back in his seat with his hands behind his head. We've known each other since we were kids. When my parents died, his father, the beta became a temporary leader and Livia mother forced me to move into their house. 

I stayed there for one year before joining the Enforcer training full time. At the same time, Steven was teaching me the ropes of being a leader. That's when we decided to build the walls. The Mayor owed us reparations after the brutal killings of so many innocent members of my pack. 

Only he knew it as a community. My father had tried to bring attention to the Mayor about the unjust killings of our community but he never bothered to take any serious action until the massacre.

Luckily, we haven't had any brutal attacks since then. Maybe it had more to do with keeping the Darkling away than the hunters. According Lea, he started all of this. Centuries ago. Now, it was our turn to stop him.

Only problem was, Naya. There was no way I'd put her in harm's way. Even if it meant keeping her at arm's length. No matter how much it killed me. No matter how I wanted her hands on me, lips on mine.

DAMIT IT.

Josh, where is she?

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So you finally know why he's so closed off. He's not really a douchebag. Let me know what you think about this theory and where it will go from here.

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-Kat

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