Chapter 125 OUR CREATOR?
SEBASTIAN'S POV
I stare at her blankly and for a second, I think I misheard.
How did she not know who Alisander was?
Is she not the Moon goddess or something?
“What?” She asks after I've been staring for a while.
“My wolf,” I say slowly. “Alisander.”
I watch her closely this time, something's fishy here.
“He’s… not what you'd call a normal or typical wolf,” I continue. “He’s the opposite of my character and people are saying he's an ancient wolf. Everyone is afraid of wolves like him and they'll want him dead if they know he exists”
My voice hardens slightly.
“What about him?”
Her expression doesn’t change much as she grows silent but something is off.
The calming energy and feelings I got from before have disappeared something feels…
Wrong.
“I…” she starts to say something then stops as her gaze shifts just for a second.
Like she’s searching for something to say.
So even though she doesn't fully understand Alisander yet, she dared to put him in one of her wolves, an Omega no less?!
My suspicion spikes instantly.
Why is she hesitating?
“She’s the one who put him there,” a voice whispers in the back of my mind.
It's almost like it's my own thought but somebody is speaking to me in my voice.
“She’s the one who made you and at the same time she's also a fraud.”
The voice says before it disappears.
Wait!
Where did the voice go?
If she knows then why is she acting like she doesn’t know?
My eyes narrow.
“Why are you avoiding the question?” I ask quietly.
Her gaze snaps back to mine and the calm placidity she has before in her eyes has disappeared.
There’s something there now.
There's something cold in her haze as her smiles look like the one of someone who is angry.
“I’m not avoiding anything,” she says finally but even she knows that her explanation won't do anything for me.
“You’re the one who gave him to me,” I press. “So why are you acting like–”
She snaps her fingers in a very soft manner that doesn't look like much but it feels like everything.
The sound is like a ripple that cuts through my reality and the world around me fractures immediately.
The warmth disappears all around and the light shatters entirely.
The ground beneath me gives way to nothing and suddenly I start falling incredibly fast.
“AHHHH!”
That bitch wants to kill me for my questions.
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ALISANDER’S POV
Sebastian wakes up finally but I'm already here before he does.
Before his eyes even open, I'm already awake.
I am there, watching it all happen.
He needs to see with his own eyes how their “goddess” is nothing but a lying hypocrite.
Because unlike the rest of the realm, I won't forget what she did and what she's about to do again.
The dream doesn’t fade into nothingness for me, it starts to disappear but I look at her intently, committing her face to memory.
One day, I'll rip that head from her body myself.
A low, humorless chuckle echoes through the space we share in Sebastians's mind as he struggles to wake.
“So she finally showed herself.”
Sebastian’s consciousness stirs at the sound of my voice sounding groggy and disoriented.
“…What?” he mutters internally, his thoughts still slow and heavy from sleep.
I didn't answer immediately, I give him a moment to wake up.
“The Moon Goddess,” I say, my tone dark and edged with something far colder than anger. “She came to you in your sleep.”
Now he’s fully awake.
Tension snaps into place as outside, his physical form sits up in shock.
“You saw that?” he asks.
Another low chuckle from me. Sometimes Sebastian forgets we share almost everything.
“I didn’t just see it,” I reply. “I lived it, every second of it.”
“That wasn’t normal,” he says, more to himself than to me.
“No,” I agree. “It wasn’t.”
Silence stretches between us for a moment as I see him trying to understand what just happened.
“She didn’t answer me,” he adds slowly. “When I asked about you. If anything she pretended not to know you”
Of course she didn’t.
My lips curl into something that looks like a sarcastic smile.
“Of course she won’t tell you,” I say.
His suspicion flickers again.
“Why?”
And there it is, he's finally asking the right question.
The one that matters above it all, not who I am or where I come from but rather what is her plan.
He's not ready for this question but I answer anyway.
“Because she’s a backstabbing bitch who's full of lies.”
The words come out flat and so certain it leaves Sebastian shocked.
There's hesitation and disbelief in his tone when he tries to clarify.
“That’s the Moon Goddess you’re talking about,” he says carefully.
“Oh I know exactly who I’m talking about,” I snapped.
The irritation bleeds through my voice before I can stop it.
Or maybe I just don’t care.
“She’s not what you think she is,” I continue, my voice lowering as I remember the past. “Not what they’ve been feeding you since you were a child.”
“She’s the one who made us,” he counters.
A mistake on his part. He sounds so naive and hopeful about that bitch. She doesn't deserve any worship from anyone.
My laugh this time is sharper and in a mocking tone.
“Made you?” I echo. “Is that what you really believe?”
Silence because he doesn’t answer but I can feel it. He's starting to feel a little doubt.
Good.
“Let me tell you something, Sebastian,” I say, my tone dropping into something quieter and far more dangerous. “Creators don’t just abandon their creations.”
A pause.
“They don’t betray them when the game is over or when they disobey the Creator's commands.”
That gets his attention and I feel it instantly.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
I don’t respond right away because this part is not something I say lightly so instead I divert.
“Even you can tell that there's a huge increase in the number of Rogues and wars between packs recently. Why would something like that ever happen if the “moon goddess “ has anything to say or do about it?”