Chapter 30 HISTORY LESSON
ALISANDER'S POV
The forest felt alive with magic and looked eerie.
It was there, I stumbled upon ruins and ancient dwellings of powerful witches long gone.
There were skeletal remains all in an odd circle with a tome placed in the center.
They were trying to either do or summon something that backfired and killed all of them.
The texts in the tome were still there though. Holding on to crazy hope and casting aside my scientific logic and doubt, I read every page.
And in it, the moon goddess is nowhere mentioned.
Not in one single text.
In all records spanning centuries ago, about pack life, mating and of bonding she does not appear.
Yet the bonds existed and wolves paired up using the method I came up with but in a more refined manner but no mention of her.
The texts speak of the bond as one that is independent, about trust and consent and autonomous without any intervention from anyone.
I read it all and felt disbelief at it all. This…this Moon Goddess that was punishing me, this construct that everyone feared and believed even dying for was a lie.
A rewriting of history.
Betrayal came hard and fast when I was stabbed in the back with silver by one of the wolves I had previously helped.
As blood gushed out from my back I wanted to roar out the truth.
YOUR MOON GODDESS IS FAKE!
SHE'S A LIE!
I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG!
But I was bleeding fast and I could feel myself dying.
So I decided to punish them all.
I chanted a dark curse I remembered reading from the tome. And just like those dead witches, I used my life as the sacrifice for the curse to happen and to remain.
All of them would lose their minds.
For this betrayal, I cursed everyone I helped to turn into mindless beasts.
Even the mob that rose against me in ignorance were cursed to always be bound to their wolf form as mindless beasts.
They would forever roam this realm for the rest of their miserable lives turning against one another and fighting against each other like savages.
They all won't remember their past but will be filled with enmity at other wolf packs.
And my sacrifice worked. They were immediately transformed into mindless beasts forever bound to their beast forms killing each other or anyone.
Since they liked chasing and hunting me then they would do so till they die.
History twisted the narrative of course.
They called us rejects and rebels. They said we were cursed by the Moon goddess and punished by becoming rogues.
Of course she would twist the narrative.
I woke in chains in the spirit realm.
Three invincible chains bound my soul, containing me.
And screaming and shouting at me like a mad woman looking haggard was the so called benevolent goddess.
Our moon goddess.
She blamed me for everything.
For shaking the balance and for cursing her children to become animals.
For centuries, I was tortured to give up on my curse but I stood firm in my own way if defiance and refused.
So I was remade by her.
My soul was split and reshaped, I became smaller than my original size and lesser in form.
It was easier for her because I already merged with the consciousness of my wolf so she turned us both into Omegas.
I was made into nothing but a companion centuries later for Sebastian.
My consciousness folded, with all my memories locked away until I was someone else.
Alisander, my name was the only thing I kept I guess.
It was containment and a perfect punishment for the Alpha that likes helping Omegas, the goddess called it.
Sebastian thinks I am cruel and harsh.
That I take delight in what I'm doing but he doesn't know.
He cannot know now.
That I speak sharply and even violently because I have to.
I force confrontation between him and Ragnar so they are not controlled by that bitch.
And I refuse to let him fold into self-pity because she will manipulate him for it.
Because I have seen it happen before. How she manipulated everyone easily because they were all in awe and fear of her.
I have seen the wolves who are left and allowed to crumble into despair because of the bond.
Wolves whose bonds slowly rot their minds until nothing remains just like Ragnar's previous mate. I will not let Sebastian become one of them.
And if Ragnar continues to pretend it does not exist, if the Alpha continues to suppress the pull between them, Sebastian will break under the weight of his own desire and go mad.
So I hurt him.
And I push and anger him. I will make him resent me and act out if it forces Ragnar to acknowledge him.
Too much time has been lost, especially without my complete memory of everything.
That bitch locked it in one of the chains leaving me stupid.
Then it happened.
The lightning that cracked through Sebastian in Ragnar's office from his outburst shattered one of them, shocking even me because I didn't know why I was instinctively pushing him.
Sparks of memory flared into my consciousness and I remembered it all.
Well some of them.
But I remember my Alpha self in my previous life.
I remember my experiments, my studies and the methods I've used.
I remember some parts of ancient tomes and the curse to turn them into rogues.
A crack across the sky. In Ragnar’s office. Sebastian’s outburst, raw, unfiltered, screaming with desperation.
And for the first time in centuries, I could feel the full weight of my power and some parts of my soul.
I am not powerless.
That is why I bit Ragnar.
To hasten both of them feelings for each other.
Contrary to what Sebastian thinks, that bite was indeed a mate mark I invented but so much time has passed and my inventions have been forgotten.
What I don't know however is why she put me close to Ragnar, a prophesied wolf of destiny.
Even she knows I would surely find a way to break Sebastian’s bond with Ragnar and free myself so why would she do it?
This couldn't have been a coincidence so what was she planning?
Or has the moon goddess changed?