Chapter 32

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Thane and I didn't talk for the entire week.

We stayed out of each other's way during the day, and at night, he did not return to his room, nor did I ask him to.

During the day, I mostly kept to myself, taking books from the library and bringing them to the field of flowers to read, or visiting Greyson, our minor dispute long over. He was right about Thane, about all of the Alphas. I only wish I had seen it sooner.

I basked in the warmth of the sun, a book on my lap, and plucking the petals off of a poppy that Luke had once grown for me. Longing for the familiar face and kind words of the wolf, I sent him a text, risking the rejection. Despite how close we were while he was staying in Blue Moon, he had fought against us in the scuffle, and I wasn't sure if he hated me as much as his Alphas surely did.

I sent him a simple Hey, and he responded almost immediately.

Nyx. How are you? I exhaled in relief at his casual, caring response.

Doing okay, all things considered. How are you? I reply quickly, drumming my fingers nervously along the side of the book while I waited for his reply.

I am well. I miss you, he responds, and I grin widely, laughing for the first time in a week as I felt a huge weight lift off of my shoulders, and the sun started to feel a little warmer.

I miss you too. I don't suppose you'll be taking a trip down to Blue Moon anytime soon? I ask, already knowing how ridiculous that sounds.

Unfortunately not, Nyx. I'm not sure things will ever blow over. Its... bad here. He says, and I frown, asking him what he meant.

The Blood Alpha and Luna are... Upset, to put it lightly. He responds, and I wince.

Do you think they will declare war? I ask, and hope I'm not crossing a boundary. He is their Gamma, after all.

I don't know, Nyx. Is the rogue still imprisoned? He asks, and I toss my phone to the side, wondering if Cain or Ares told him to ask. I didn't think Lucas would double cross me, but I clearly lack the ability to judge character.

Alphas, especially. How could I be so dumb, so naïve? Thane had always been out hunting rogues, and I had deluded myself into thinking they may have been dangerous, but Greyson had always known otherwise.

But how do I get myself out of this mess? At this point, I couldn't see Thane and I having any kind of a future together. Our values were clearly misaligned, and we could barely even look at each other anymore. We would never be able to see eye to eye on this, and there is just no way I can let Greyson rot in prison while I dally around in the flowers.

Do I just tell him that I reject the mating bond, and I want him to let Greyson and I leave? Is that what I want, even if he were to agree to it? I couldn't imagine that he would willingly let me go, not after everything we have been through.

If he lets us go, he could always just tell the Blood Alphas that he killed Greyson and I left him. They would have no way of knowing.

Am I able to let go of my mate? Do I even want to? Sure, we have our fights, but don't all mates fight? Surely, our fights were no worse than Cain and Ares', I mean, he whipped her for Christ's sake!

I thought back to my Gram's last conversation with me, in which she promised that when I found my mate, I would never feel alone. But since meeting Thane, all I have felt is crushing loneliness, not the kind of alone that is comfortable, but the kind where you feel like you're invisible to everyone in the outside world.

But I have been pushing Thane away. Sure, he may be doing the same to me. I'm sure we could come to a compromise, some kind of agreement that would make both of us happy, and we could move on with the rest of our lives together. He hadn't even marked me yet, which is no doubt the longest any Luna has gone without being marked.

Luna. The word nearly made bile rise in my throat. I never wanted this, never wanted to be a part of a pack, much less to be leading one. If Ares was the kind of person made to be a Luna, I knew for a fact that I certainly am not a Luna, nor do I want to be.

But the thought of leaving Thane felt like a knife wrenching in my gut. I couldn't reject the mate bond, no matter how seemingly mismatched we were. Mates are a gift from the Moon Goddess, and to reject one would be blasphemous.

I was so lost in my internal monologue, I didn't hear the person who snuck up behind me and knocked me out.
••••••••••••••••

I woke up in a bed, completely confused, and with a wicked migraine. I groaned as I rubbed the back of my head, feeling the dried blood matting my hair. I tried to use my magic, but was unable to, no doubt given a dose of wolfsbane.

I looked around the room, taking in my surroundings. The walls were painted light blue, and the bed I was on had silky white sheets. The bed, mind you, I was chained to with a rope around my ankle.

The rope around my ankle was connected to the bedpost, but it was long enough to where I could get out of the bed and walk around the room. I looked in the closet, which was filled with both men's and women's clothing. Weirdly enough, all of the female outfits looked exactly like things I myself would have picked out.

I looked out the window to see a heavily wooded forest, reminding me of the view from the cabin I once shared with Grey. The sun was setting, and the sky was a beautiful lilac color, so enchanting I almost forgot I was kidnapped.

"We're like that, you know? The kind of people who take the time to watch the sun set," I whipped around as I turned to look at the speaker, and likely, my kidnapper.

"I-I know you," I stammered out as I looked into his piercing green eyes. "You kidnapped me the first time, didn't you?"

The man winced and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. As much as I wanted to loathe him, I couldn't deny that he was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen. Tall, muscular, tan, and messy brown hair. "I'm... I'm sorry we have to keep meeting like this. I really hate how I've had to do this."

I scoff, surprisingly bold for someone who was imprisoned. "Have to? You didn't have to kidnap me, much less bash my skull in with a rock."

The man flinched. "I had to get you here somehow, you wouldn't have gone willingly. For what its worth, I am sorry about your head. I already had a healer look at it, and you'll be fine within a few days."

He took a step towards me, and I took one back, like two magnets with the same pole pointed at each other. "You don't have to be scared of me," He plead, and I scoffed.

"Oh, that's just rich coming from my kidnapper," I say, and he continues taking steps towards me, until my back is against the wall.

My breaths are shallow, and when he lifts his hand, I flinch, closing my eyes, waiting for the attack. A moment passes, and I open my eyes. He withdrew his hand.

"I wouldn't hit you, Onyx," He insists. "You're my mate."


*Sits back while all of you devolve into madness*

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