(FINALE)
Mark was standing at the door of their big house. He was torn between flying off to the werewolf’s territory or not. She had promised to come back, but she was not there yet and he could no longer bear it. The torment was too much, he wanted to hold her in his arms again and watch her beautiful face. He was sad.
He was still standing there when he saw her, Kiara. His heart leapt up with joy. He looked closer, she was flying. He was dumbstruck, she was a werewolf, how was she able to fly? She got to where he stood and she stood in front of him. Mark could see her golden eyes. He gasped.
“Louisa.”
“Mark.”
She pulled him closer to her and locked their lips together in a kiss. His eyes widened in shock and he broke the kiss quickly.
“What are you doing Louisa?” He asked immediately he broke the kiss.
“I love you so much, Mark.” The woman spoke.
“Let her come back!” Mark commanded.
A tear dropped on her face and Kiara fell to the floor. Mark bent down and took her up, bridal style. He took her into the room and laid her on the bed and he sat beside her. He took her hands into his, he wondered why Kiara gave consent for the fairy to take over her. He took a long look at her and then he lay there on the bed and wrapped his hands around her body.
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Back at the werewolves’ territory, Lucian arrived the territory not too long after Kiara and Alexia went into the ballroom to talk. He could feel her emotions, he could feel she was in trouble and he ran. He ran as fast as he could and when he got to the southern pack where Alexia’s house was, he requested for her.
“She is in the ballroom with her daughter.” It was Vincent who said.
But the man did not feel right, his lycan was not bulging and he asked to be taken to the ballroom where Alexia was with Kiara. He was taken there and when the door was opened, Lucian met the horrible sight. His heart skipped a beat and it squeezed. It was Alexia on the floor. He ran over to where she was and cupped her face in his palms.
“Alexia!!!” He shouted out her name.
She did not open her eyes, he felt her pause. It was not there. He growled loudly and the whole pack could hear him. He wept. He wept for Alexia, he wept for his unborn child. She was pregnant before she came to the werewolf territory, she was excited to have another child and he was looking forward to an heir. He would not have an heir. He wept bitterly and refused to be consoled.
The packs were free, Kiara was free, and the lycan clan was free. Free from Alexia. Free from her domineering nature. The packs took other leaders, there was no longer a single leader for all four of them. Lucian went crazy, his lycan could not hold on and he was killed.
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She opened her eyes after three days of being unconscious. The room was bright and covered with gold. She tried to sit up and when she did, she could see him. She could see the only man she has loved. He was sitting on the chair at the corner of the room and when he noticed that she was up, he looked at her and smiled, and she smiled back. He rose and came to where she was sitting on the bed and he sat down.
He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her silver eyes, smiling. She looked into his silver eyes too, she was happy to see him again. She pulled him in for a tight hug.
“You came back.” He whispered into her ear.
She took his ear lobe into her mouth and sucked on it. He shook with shock and pleasure.
“I did.” She whispered back.
“I missed you.” He whispered again.
“Ssshh. I missed you more than you could ever imagine.”
They stayed like that for a very long time, savouring each other’s warmth and comfort. They finally disengaged from the hug and she went into the bathroom to take her bath, and she did. She came out of the bathroom after a long while and went into the closet. When she came out of the closet, she was wearing a white loosed gown, her hair laid perfectly loose and brushed behind her back. She looked beautiful and he could not take his eyes off her.
She came towards him on the bed and sat on it, looking out through the window. She was admiring the dark sky and the pretty bright stars. He turned towards where she was looking and he saw it. He turned and looked at her beautiful face.
“Hey.” He said.
She remembered that night.
“Hey.” She replied to him.
“Want to take a better look?” He asked, his eyes on her.
She turned to look at him, and she smiled.
“I do.” She whispered to him.
He stood up and took her palms into his palms. She stood up too and they walked out of the room, they went through all the turns and descended the long stairs. They finally got to the large door and it opened up. They stepped out of the house and she took a look around, as beautiful as always. She kept looking for a long time and he too kept looking at her.
“Ready?” He asked her.
She smiled.
“Yes.”
He took her in her arms. She felt small and weightless in his big arms like she always does. She, in turn, felt safe again. She closed her eyes and smiled, she was back in his arms, her safe haven. Away from her mother, away from power and fame and away from everything that does not matter. The only thing that matters was her, there in his big arms, feeling secure and safe.
“Are you ready?” He asked her again.
She nodded slowly. She opened her eyes and saw his white wings spread out beautifully. He flapped them gently and he started flying. He flew up into the sky and was suspended in the air. She was enjoying the view, not of the city or the beautiful bright stars but of him. His silver eyes and handsome features. He was enjoying the view of her too. They remained there, suspended in the air and savouring each other’s beauty and exploring the path of love.
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THE END