“He didn’t feed Theia,” I say glaring at my male. It means that Phobos didn’t accept Theia as his female and his open show of that ruffles my fur. It brings forth bad memories I do not wish to resurrect.
“That is none of our concern, Lumina,” Deimos replies cutting my meat into tiny bite sizes. The flesh softened and cooked with low heat especially for me aiding me to digest it easier.
“He is just like you when we first met. He is pushing her away.” I sigh again opening my mouth taking the meat from Deimos’s hands chewing it slowly.
“Why are you so worried about this?” Deimos questions frowning not understanding my concern.
“Because I know. I know what it feels like to be abandoned by your mate!” A sharp tone to my voice as I regard my male. He looks taken back, clenching his jaw he disguises it quickly.
“I never abandoned you, Lumina.” A whisper from his lips eyes cast down a small shake to his flesh.
“You must talk to him. I worry for his female. It is very hard being an unwanted mate.”I say whilst taking a sip of my juice allowing its freshness to soothe my throat.
“You are worried about Theia? Didn’t dislike her?” He asks frowning glancing at her then back to me.
“I did. But I do not at the moment.” I reply.
“Why?” He asks interested in my answer his eyes sharp as he takes in my features.
“She poses no threat. She is drowning, Deimos. Her eyes are filled with pain.” My eyes gaze at her. She bites her lower lip. Not with softness but with a painful force as if trying to focus her pain elsewhere than the one her mate is thrusting upon her heart.
Phobos, on the other hand, eats his food with an eerie silence munching slowly focusing on his meal as if nothing interests him here not even his mate. He nods at times when he agrees with what the wolf at his side speaks to him about. He keeps his distance never allowing any wolf to touch his flesh.
“Talk to him.” I plead with Deimos again knowing he might be able to spill a little of his knowledge and regret of actions to his brother.
“I cannot, my female. I have no right to condemn him for his actions. He has his path and he will learn with time. Just like I did.” Deimos utters as he gives a quick glance towards his brother.
Theia shuffles closer to her male. It isn’t one that someone can see visibly rather a slow move, one hidden until seen right. She has the guts, the strength I can tell that. Phobos startles pressing the brake on his meal. His jaw stops munching and his hands stop midway.
His eyes are void no feelings erupt within him. At least with Deimos, I could see the effect I had on him but no this male is different. He has an eerie calmness that surrounds him and his eyes look dead as if soulless. An emotionless male.
He stands up abruptly his chair screeching upon the marble tiles ending all chatter. A pin-drop silence consumes the room as raging wildfire spreading from one wolf to another. Theia takes a shaky breath her hands trembling as she tries her best to hide them for she knows all eyes are on them.
Grabbing his plate and a napkin he strides out into the open grounds. Through the windows, I see him settled beneath a tree continuing his meal as if he were finally in peace.
Deimos continues eating his meal as if nothing big had happened. He acted as though this wasn’t a big matter. Were all males in his family taught to deny their mates or is this something to do with genes?
“He wasn’t always like this, you know?” Deimos whispers looking towards his brother with sad eyes as if he would cry if he thought of the past.
“What do you mean?” I question frowning wishing for him to explain further.
“He was quite a different male when we were young. He talked a lot compared to how less he does now. He smiled at times and gave me advice when necessary. I looked up to him. But before our parents died he had no choice but to take over our other pack. It isn’t one as such that you and I possess but a more ruthless and unmerciful one.” He explains.
“I do not understand, my male.” I whisper shaking my head my mind unable to comprehend where he is coming from.
“My brother is special. He is different from us. He is more in line with the wolves of the other pack so my father sent him away and made them train him, Lumina. They changed him into this soulless creature for you need to be one if you wish to rule over those wolves. He was young when he left my family merely a juvenile so it was quite easy to bend him mold him into this full-grown killing machine.” Deimos continues shaking his head with disapproval.
“Is that so?” My eyes widen to his words. They carved him up as one would carve a knife into sharpness that even a feather-like touch could cause you to bleed. I had heard about this other pack, the rumors that surrounded them. A place where beasts roam free and would thrust their fangs into flesh if threatened even if it were unintentional. I did not know his brother was the Alpha of this pack, no wonder my wolves trembled in his presence.
“Theia will suffer.” Deimos says as though he speaks of a written prophecy. “She is weak. My brother will not have her. She will have to fight, Lumina. For him as well as her place in that pack.” He finishes wiping his mouth with the napkin leaving the table striding out to greet his brother.
My females speak with Theia with gentle smiles on their faces and she looks content being with them. Comfortable and in peace. This might not be something that welcomes her in Phobos’s pack. Wait, does she still wish for my male? Does she wish that she could stay here and take my place instead of leaving back with her male?
My striking eyes pierce into her as she turns and gazes out the window searching for her moon blessed. No. Deimos is no longer part of her interests, he doesn’t exist in such a way to her anymore.
Getting up slowly heading to her I take tiny steps. “Theia,” I call her name as she gets up quickly.
“Lumina.” She whispers her eyes filled with worry and regret. She thinks I am here to talk about our past. As her mind searches for the right words to speak I stop it.
“Come. Let us talk outside.” I walk first with the fragile female stumbling about behind me.
As soon as we are on open grounds with no ears to listen I regard her. “Put a spell on him,” I whisper looking into her eyes.
“W-What?” She stutters confused with the vagueness of my words.
“No matter what, he cannot deny you. So fight him with what you have that he doesn’t.” I advise.
“And what is that?” She questions.