Am I not allowed to feel the pain?
I sighed.
I can’t let her go.
“I’ll talk to you later.”
Maybe its not the time yet.
Ashira’s POV
I hear his footsteps walking away but I can’t stop myself from crying. I feel like I don’t want to cry anymore, I don’t wanna be hurt anymore. But something inside me churns every time, making me suffer from the pain of losing someone.
I know what he meant about what he said and he was referring to himself as my mate again. Calling me names like ‘baby’ and ‘honey’ from time to time. I don’t believe him, but I’m confused.
Why does he feel like dying like he said?
I’m the one who feels like I’ll follow Elon to the lights soon. If not for the pup he left me with, I might kill myself already than living everyday to feel like this.
Tortured.
Pained.
Dying.
I’m so baffled from my own emotions. I’m torn to what I should believe and not, what’s the truth?
Why is that Aiden claiming that he was my mate? Elon is my mate. Is that possible? I never heard of any of that.
I just lost Elon. And what I was feeling right now is not a joke. I’m dying inside. I know I lost my mate. I know Elon is my mate.
Why will I be confuse? I know I’m sure, but there’s a question in my head that I wanted to find answers to. But what is the question? I don’t know what I’m looking for and its hard to answer a question that doesn’t exist.
Right. Maybe there is no question, it does not exist. And I shouldn’t be having any confusion because there is nothing to be confused about.
“Luna Ashira?”
I covered my nose and tried not to breathe because of the scent that suffocates my lungs. What the hell? What is this smell?
A few days had passed and Lucianna said he needed to go back to her mate. I got no one I knew here at Prime pack and their Alpha named Aiden kept bugging me everyday.
I looked at the old woman who stands presentably meters away from me. Its her. The scent is coming from her.
“Please don’t come near me.” I tried saying as I covered my nose. Why does she smell like this? The scent is too sweet, too much that it hurts my nose and throat.
The old lady smiled at me.
“I know meeting with you now is not a good thing because of your pregnancy but I took the risk while Alpha Aiden is away.”
What is she saying? She needs to see me but she can only do that when Aiden is not around? Is she here to help me?
My hand fell on my side as I stood up and face her. I did my best to control my breathing, inhaling a small amount of oxygen to decrease the intoxication I feel from smelling her scent.
“Please help me.” I pleaded. “I wanted to get out of here. I don’t want to be here. Please, I need help.”
Her smile faded and her eyes turned sad, there is agony in it.
“Luna, I’m here to help you but not with the means of escaping the truth.”
Truth? Is she one of them?
“You are here to manipulate me, too, aren’t you?”
“Manipulate? You think that is what everyone was trying to do since the day you arrived in this place?”
My forehead knotted from what she said. Is this some kind of trick? A reverse manipulation?
“That won’t work on me.” I defended. “If you will tell me that Elon is not my mate and my true fated one is that Alpha Aiden then please stop taking the risk of talking to me. I hate your scent.”
I didn’t wait for her to speak and sat on the bench. My back facing the old lady and I crinkled my nose, trying to get rid of her scent.
“Do you know what a ‘stealer’ is, Luna?”
I sighed hastily and closed my eyes. She’s still on it.
“I’m no longer a Luna so stop calling me that.”
The old lady chuckled softly. What’s so funny now? “Well, do you know what is a stealer, Ashira?”
Stealer? I haven’t heard of it but there is some ring into that word. Have I heard it somewhere?
The old lady took my silence as my answer and continued speaking. “Stealer is a wolf abnormality. They can produce a pup with another wolf who is not their mate. Some stealers are evil and those kinds steals the mate of others for fame, greed, or vanity.” she paused.
I don’t think I need to hear some kind of useless story. Why is she trying to educate me about this stealer thing?
Also, why do my chest feels like someone is pinching and clenching inside?
“I am not interested with story-telling at the moment. Please, leave me alone.” I said and placed my palm on my chest, trying to sooth the tolerable pain I’m feeling inside.
The old lady ignored my plead. “Mate-less wolves may snatch a stealer given the right rituals. It’s a taboo but some still acquires-”
“I said, I don’t need to hear your story!” I stood up and faced her. I’m trying to tell her how serious I am with pushing her away from here. The pain in my chest also increases from hearing her words and I’m afraid the origin of the chest pain might because something is going on with the pup on my belly. “Just go away!”
“You need to hear me because the last case I mentioned is what’s happening to you now. Everyone is telling the truth and what you are believing right now is a lie. A fantasy that manipulates your mind and soul.”
I scoffed sarcastically. “So, what, are you telling me my wolf is abnormal? I know what I experienced and every memory I had with Elon is not a planted manipulation. I can feel it, I can feel him.”
My tears are threatening to fall as my mind recalls every touch, every moment I had with Elon. It’s like a fu*cking clip that kept replaying inside my head and it hurts me! It hurts to know that I lost that love, that happiness, that person!
“You are a stealer, Ashira. I was a stealer, too and the reason that you hate my scent was because of your pregnancy.”
“How can I believe you? If I’m a stealer and this stealer thing is as complicated as you said then how can I be sure that all of you are not the one who is trying to snatch me from Elon?”
The old lady was not able to respond from what I said. Silence enveloped us for a whole long minute and we just stared at each other. I’m only relying with what I have. And what I have now are memories.
“Zynia!” I heard a loud warning voice from inside the house and it’s not hard to recognize who its from.
The old lady must’ve named Zynia because she looked inside the house for a second before turning back to me.