Chapter 201
That heâd be able to wedge himself into her life. That heâd easily make her forgive him just by showing his face. After all, they were mates. A wolfâs weakness was always the mate. Selene would be no exception to that. So he thought it would only take a few gestures. Send flowers, messages, offer some sweet words and itâll be it. He had somehow deluded himself that he could still fix things. That he could patch everything up with makeshift tape.
That he could somehow salvage the future he so readily threw out for her wh ore of a sister.
He just didnât count on the fact the fu c king Bloodlust Alpha would come in and sweep her off her feet.
It was then when it happened.
Pain shot to his neck where Hestiaâs mark was laid.
His hand shot up to the source of the pain and clutched around the area where it throbbed. Landonâs mo uth falls open to a soundless gasp as he felt every inch of his skin burn. Like his soul was tormented and acid was biting into his skin. He ll, he felt like his skin was peeling off. As though layers of his being was stripped bare. But it wasnât just external pain. It was worse Inside.
He couldnât breathe, couldnât think, couldnât even close his eyes as he felt it.
The last, tiniest strand that connected him to Selene broke.
It snapped clean.
(like Thanos)
It didnât take long for him to realize what had happened. Mid-gasp, his eyes widened in realization. The overwhelming sorrow he felt cloaks over him and his wolf rendered him silent. The furious growls, the thrashing of his body and the wild eyes of his deranged wolf is all he could see.
He didnât have the time to wallow in self pity.
Landon cried out when the pain intensified, his neck itching and burning so much that he was tempted to just rip a patch of flesh off his neck. Like somehow, it would remedy the tenderness of his broken bond. A cry rips from his throat, his feeble attempts in desperately hanging onto their broken bond proved to be useless as he felt an emptiness in his heart. An emptiness that had been there for a while since Selene left, but not to this extent.
His mate was marked.
His mate had marked another.
Selene had turned away from him.
Raizel Locksworth had claimed what was his.
He couldnât seem to shake that thought away. The only thing he remembers is those haunting blue eyes piercing into his. Those very blue eyes that heâd once seen shed tears of pain and betrayal, those blue eyes that came back four years later harder than ever and now, the blue eyes he was dreading to see with a newly made mark on her neck.
Landon couldnât find himself to think of anything else.
Not when Hestia, his Beta and even his mother came barreling through the door to see what had caused his screaming. He couldnât even register the fact his father hadnât bothered to show up, couldnât even register how the bed was being torn apart in his hands. Or how the room was now slashed with claw marks.
He couldnât register that heâd stood up, torn his shirt apart and half-shifted in complete insanity.
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But most of all, he couldnât register how his hand had wrapped itself around Hestiaâs neck, lifting her off the ground as she struggled to breathe.
I saw her eyes.
The fear in them.
The trembling of her lips.
Her small body shivering as she fought for each shaky breath she took.
I saw her eyes.
Her eyes ever so slowly beginning to s hut and I couldnât do anything about it.
My body, paralyzed in its stead, aching to move but couldnât. The weakness I grew to hat e mocking me as I couldnât even lift my arms to brush her curls out of her face. To offer her some kind of comfort even if I knew it wouldnât do anything. Even if it was a lie. At least then, her fear wouldâve lessened. Maybe her whimpers would hurt less. The blood that was pouring out of her stomach, the pain in her face, her helpless cries-
I saw him.
His body torn and and laying there in his flowers. No one to see his last moments, no one to hear the pleas or his final words. He was probably calling after her. Telling her to run, and to find me. He probably thought of me. Wondered if I was alright and if I made it out.
Did he blame me?
Did she blame me?
Did I still blame myself?
Even when I know that in terms of my reality there was not much I couldâve done- since Iâve been sleeping for two days and had an attack over Landonâs mating and marking- I couldnât help but feel that guilt. That guilt and mocking voice that always followed me.
You couldâve saved her.
You couldâve saved him.
You couldâve held on for a few more minutes and given her a fighting chance.
If you had been strong
maybe she wouldnât have bled to death.
The Female Alabaâs Sanctuary.