Chapter 125 Sweet Girl
Chapter 125 Sweet Girl
POV Una:
The laughter grows louder. Orion, however, doesn’t seem affected by the mockery.
“Blessing is a strong word. That bitch causes problems and then throws me in to fix them. Like now, when she made you think you’re hot shit and have the right to decide who lives or dies while wearing Volturi-style outfits.”
I don’t fully understand his last words, and neither do the Council members, because they stop and look at each other, unsure how to respond to such insolence.
“Kill him too. We don’t need lunatics in this world,” the long-haired man says, curling his lip in disgust. “Actually, kill them all. Juneau is too important a territory to be left in the hands of a hybrid. We’ll annex the lands to Moonclaw Ridge and give them to an Alpha who knows how to rule.”
I don’t know exactly why, but when I see the males begin to move, ready to obey the cruel Alpha and destroy us, I feel an overwhelming urge to tear open my palms and let the blood spill onto the ground.
Please, make them stop.
The thought isn’t directed at my mates—I know they’re trapped in this situation just like me. Still, I feel I need to make the request.
I don’t want to die now that I’m no longer alone.
“And you won’t, sweet girl.”
The strange voice comes with a flash of light, making everyone scream in confusion.
A deafening silence follows, and when I feel safe enough to open the one eye I can still see with, I realize everything has truly stopped.
“It’s an important moment when one of my daughters makes her first request, Una,” says the woman with light brown skin, curly red hair, and silver eyes like a lake reflecting the full moon. “What a shame it’s happening in the middle of all this chaos…”
I’ve never seen this female before, but something about her feels so familiar that a knot forms in my throat.
“W-who are you?”
“That depends… Some call me guardian. Others, goddess. The unbelievers call me a satellite, and the faithful call me mother.” She tilts her head, giving me a small smile. “What will you call me, Una?”
“Don’t you have a name? I can give you one. Asher gave me mine. He’s my mate.” I nod toward the wolf, frozen in place.
Her smile widens.
“My name is Seline. And I know Asher is your mate, along with Therak and Begay. I chose them especially for you.”
“Then you’re the Goddess they keep talking about?”
“Yes, I suppose I am.” Her laugh sounds like wind brushing through pine needles near my den. Calming. Powerful.
“Orion tried to call you, but you didn’t come,” I recall, glancing at the Alpha, frozen protectively in front of Felícia. “He said all of this is your fault.”
“Of course he did. I love that boy, but he drives me crazy sometimes,” she whispers, as if sharing a secret. “In this case, though, he’s somewhat right. I brought the Council together and gave them power… too much power.”
A chill runs through me as her expression turns serious. Supernatural.
“Can you bring Rosa back?” I ask, remembering it’s important to Begay. “We were going to trade Declan’s soul for hers.”
“Unfortunately, it’s not that simple, dear… Resurrections don’t depend on me.” She smiles sadly.
“Depend on who?”
“On me.”
The icy voice fills the basement, and I almost fall back when the shadows gather, forming a woman with skin as dark as a starless night and hair as bright as sunlight. Her eyes share the same silvery tone as the first Goddess, but there’s a hardness in them that steals my breath.
“You must be proud your third experiment survived, Seline…”
The way she looks at me makes me uneasy. Terrified.
“Morana, what are you doing up here?” the Moon Goddess asks, and the hint of fear in her voice makes me feel worse.
“Stopping you from stealing another one of my souls,” Morana says flatly. “Do you think I don’t know how many times you’ve tried to manipulate the natural course of fate in the name of love?” She raises her pale brows in disgust. “How many times will you try to undo what is final? How many times will you interfere in the lives of these weak beings you created for mere amusement?”
“Why ask questions you already know the answers to? You know that as long as I exist, I will intervene for them!” Seline gestures broadly to the room.
“It’s a mistake. The more you try, the worse things become. Just look at this entire situation, all because you decided a child should continue living in the womb of a corpse to find people you decided would make a good relationship!” Morana points at me, her finger trembling with anger.
It takes me a moment to understand her words, and when I do, my unease deepens.
I wasn’t supposed to be alive?
“There are five souls in this room that should have found rest in death. Her, Dalton, Therak, and the lion twins…” She points to each as she speaks. “This isn’t healthy, Seline! You can’t keep altering fate however you please!”
“I’m not doing that.” The Moon Goddess tries to defend herself, but Morana’s icy stare silences her.
A heavy silence falls between them, and I swallow hard, hoping another fight—one that could kill me—doesn’t start.
A chill runs through me when the Goddess of the Dead turns her attention to me, examining me as if I were her next meal. Her rigid posture softens slightly when a small whimper escapes me, and I’m surprised when she rubs her face as if tired.
“I understand Begay’s reasons for wanting to bring his friend’s daughter back to life, but that would be cruel to Rosa herself,” Morana says, her voice calmer now, almost human. “The child died thirteen years ago. If she returned, she would have to relearn how to live in a world that moved on without her. Imagine discovering her mother died, her father remarried and had new children… She doesn’t deserve that suffering. I know Orion loves her, and I know Begay loves Orion, but I will not allow someone so young to return only to suffer.”
“So there’s no exchange?” I ask, just to be sure, glancing at Begay and at Declan’s broken, bloodied body on the floor. “There’s no way to… honor the sacrifice?”