Chapter 20

Unknown POV:

I watch her from afar—everything she does, how she learned to hold the tears back, how she realized there is no love for her in this world. But she is wrong because so much love is waiting for her if only she could look past the pain.

She looks strong, cold, and emotionless because she believes showing emotions shows weaknesses.

She is tired of all the drama and hate, of not being good enough, of being blamed for what she knows nothing about. She's tired of being punished and then being left alone to bear the heartbreak.

But she refuses to look dramatic, weak, and attention-seeking. She refuses to let them see her cry and prefers to be known as a girl without a heart.

She pushes it deep down and acts like she is used to the pain. She prefers to cry silently, so everyone thinks she doesn't give a shit about what they do to her.

She keeps telling herself and everyone she has no problems, and she has learned to accept her fate because it was a curse given to her by the Moon Goddess herself.

But all she wants is love.

But I am still to be blamed for the pain she keeps inside, the pain that haunts her dreams and gives her nightmares, the pain eating away at her slowly and making her numb to anything and everything.

I left, forgetting the little girl without anyone but a stranger to care for her. I left, thinking of my breaking heart but forgetting the little pup who needed me more.

I was too selfish to understand the promise I made, building hatred between two innocent wolves.

I refused to learn the hidden truth about the pup who killed her mother to live, but it might be too late to find out the truth.

I spent time nursing my broken heart, leaving the most important things of all, not caring to look back once.

I left without looking back because I was too weak to care. Maybe she was right—building walls can make you avoid the pain coming but can never hide the heartbreak.

Because I left without promising to come back, she lost her soul. She lost her heart to the darkness in her; she lost her will, and she lost her joy.

But once again, I never hurt her because I left her with her guardian to take care of her, love her, and be her strength when needed.

She feels all alone even though she has someone protecting her because, as they say, a mother's love is the greatest.

She keeps avoiding love because she has too much pain in her to ever believe in love.

She lives a lie believing it's the truth. She doesn't know how much strength and power she has because she believes in her weaker side.

She sees herself as a monster ready to kill at any given time, attack, and destroy.

She sees herself as unfortunate and cursed for the sins she never committed.

She has learned to accept anything that comes her way as her share of the sins and innocents she killed.

But she has never been told pain creates strength. She has always believed weakness makes pain.

I spent my time healing my broken heart, and now I spend my time learning how to heal her broken heart, which is not mine to heal.

She was made to kill her mother during birth to give her strength to the pup.

Life has to end for life to begin. I never understood what Alisa meant until now.

She, the chosen female pup the legend talks of, the chosen female pup meant to kill her mother and be trained by her guardian, was meant to feel immense pain no being was ever allowed to feel and grow in strength.

The chosen female pup is met to meet the chosen male pup immediately after her eighteenth birthday.

The male will grow in immense strength and be kept under the guidance of his guardian.

They will meet and not fall in love at first sight, but rather, they will have hatred for each other. Only the mate pull will bring them together, a pull that either brings love or pain, a pull that brings forth the greatest love ever known or the most heartbreaking story ever told.

Together, they will fight the upcoming battle, putting an end to the endless war.

But the legend never spoke of the chosen male being the Alpha King. It makes me doubt the knowledge I have acquired over the years.

But once again, we have never been told of the legend of chosen lycans because it was a secret to be uncovered by the bookkeeper.

I can only hope in the direction given by the Moon Goddess to me.

"Madam, we got information that Kate is losing her strength, and the full moon is tomorrow," says one of my men named London.

"Okay, London, you may leave," I say as I dismiss him.

Once again, I ask myself at what cost does she have to feel this pain—pain that draws her to the darkest part of her, a place of no return.

She is scared. A switch may turn off somewhere, and all she will be left with is the darkness of her mind, but each time, it seems like she sinks deeper and deeper.

She is scared...terrified that one day, she won't make it back up, and there will be no one to help, not even her mate.

It is a game of losing to win or winning to lose.