Chapter 123: Chapter 123

Chapter 123

Then it appeared again.

And as quickly as it did, it disappeared.

I tried to get it back, desperately trying to catch up to it but felt myself stumble back when cold fingertips touched my forehead. I took in a breath, feeling my toes curl and my fingers clench. The silhouette was getting away. This sudden need to chase after it was intense. An primal instinct telling me to never let go gnawing in my heart. I swallowed hard, pain throbbing from my chest when Arabeth placed her shaking palm on my temple.

“No-”

I mumbled, the image blurring from my mind. So close. So very close.

“Stop-”

The pain doubled, my breathing getting harsher as I forced myself to suck in a desperate breath. It was burning. My skin, my chest, my blood, my heart. Just when the pain was getting excruciatingly, unbearable, I saw a hand outstretch toward me. I mindlessly reached for it. My mind not registering the words Ivory had told me. The mere temptation of this hand blinded me from everything else.

I was so close.

The tips of my fingers a mere inch away from touching it.

But then I was pulled back.

I opened my eyes, my father grasping me by the arms as he shook me. We were out of the water. My father soaking wet as he kneeled over the ground with me laying limp. I was confused. Momentarily forgetting where i was, why I was here and what was happening.

“Raizel, do you hear me?”

I blinked rapidly, nodding as I looked to Arabeth. She was breathing hard, failing to catch her breath as she stared at me wide eyed and all. She looked like she’d seen a ghost. Shaking her head, she parted her lips. She attempted to say something, but failed to. Her mind unable to form a sentence as she continued looking at me in shock. I could feel her distress.

“Did you see it?”

Mother asked, running a hand through my damp hair. She was shaking. Unbelievably scared as she grabbed onto my father’s arm for stability. The entire time her gaze was locked on the Head Witch.

Arabeth looked to Ivory, both sharing a look before giving us a solemn nod. Her gaze fell to my chest where my thin white shirt clung onto my skin. My cursed mark showing through the wet fabric.

“The Goddess marked him.”

(Guys she meant as in she physically and soulfully put a mark on him. As in his soul. Miss Moon Goddess didn’t take Selly’s man tæ†Ƒ¢®‡Ƒ¢®‡ƑƆ)

Father tightened his jaw, his hand landing on my mother’s shoulder.

“Yes… but what of his curse?”

At this, she swallowed thickly, letting out a shaky breath. She shook her head with disbelief still riddled on her face.

“Part of his soul was taken.”

“What do you mean?”

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Arabeth frowned, a look of pity washing over her features. Her violet eyes locked with my fathers.

“The Goddess refused to give him his other half.”

She looked at me.

“She refused to give him a mate.”

I didn’t fully understand what that meant at the time.I didn’t understand why my mother started crying into my soaking shirt, shouting out ‘lies’ over and over again. I didn’t understand why she was shaking so bad as she sobbed with no restraint. I didn’t understand why my father pulled my head to his chest, repeatedly apologizing for his bloodline. I didn’t understand why my father’s voice broke as he said my name so quietly like a broken whisper. Or why Chancellor Williams was looking at me sympathy.

I didn’t get it.

I didn’t understand anything and I hated that. Being left in the dark about a matter that concerned me. A matter that concerned me and my supposed missing mate. I knew what a mate was. Mates were the Goddess given gift. My father was my mother’s mate as my mother is my father’s mate. Frankly, I didn’t understand the gravity of what being mateless meant. I didn’t know what it meant not to have someone destined to love you for all eternity. In sickness and in health. For all of your flaws and imperfections. To me, all I knew was that they did couple stuff like kissing and marking each other.

I had no interest in that.

The girls my age were all so immature. Surely I wouldn’t want someone like them. My father often told me how he was lucky to have been mated to my mother. That for someone like him, my mother was more than just a ‘gift’. She was a blessing. A blessing to his eternal curse.

If my mate was my curse (or well, lack of) it wouldn’t be so bad not to have her, would it?

Why were they making such a big deal? It wasn’t all that important. Mates weren’t all that

important. So I sat there, letting my parents whisper comforting words for something I didn’t see the need of comfort for.

If only I kept that ignorance.

“Alpha Raizel?”

My eyes opened to see Weston walking in. Closing the door behind him, he lets out a loud breath.

“I’ve been asked a grand total of ninety-six times by our pack members about your relationship with Alpha Crestfield. I don’t think ‘f uck off will work anymore.”

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