Chapter 6 YOUR TRUE COLORS
DEREK’S POV
To think that a day ago, I was ecstatic to have her with me, and I literally told everyone willing to listen about her existence.
‘The Alpha’s son, Derek, has finally found his mate!’ This statement circulated through the pack, and it gave me a sense of pride and accomplishment.
Leaving her in the Malcrid after we met was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and I saw her struggle with it too.
She told me that she had been living with the humans all along, and it made complete sense why I didn’t find her or at least sense her existence all along.
Each day I went to the Malcrid, I went with the blind hope that somehow, I’d see her there, regardless of the emptiness I felt when it came to acknowledging her existence.
It drove me crazy daily, considering that without a mate, the Alpha’s seat would never be mine, as to become an Alpha, one’s mate must be right beside him.
Being the only son of my father, the current Alpha and automatically the heir to the throne, not having a mate made me feel like a liability.
Seeing her was a breath of fresh air, and holding her in my arms made everything right in the world at that moment.
After we parted ways, the first thing I did was to reassure my family of her presence in my life.
At first, they were hesitant in accepting her when I informed them that she isn’t from the same pack as we are, but I quickly quieted their inhibitions by informing them that they didn’t have a say in it.
Considering preparations were being made for ‘the choosing’, a ceremony where all Alpha heirs of the four packs are known, we had decided to meet each other there.
And we did exactly that.
Standing here in the hall right in front of her and replaying the facts about her identity over and over in my head, I’m overcome with a sense of disgust, disappointment, and disbelief in regards.
I never even asked her name when I first saw her; I practically jumped her like a starved, hormonal teenager who couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
Now I’m left with an attachment to a worthless mate, one who isn’t aware of the life of being a werewolf and has no idea about the responsibilities of being a Luna – this is to be expected of a member of the Snow family.
How can I be mated to a pathetic she-wolf?
“What are you talking about?” She asks, sounding confused as she takes a step forward, towards me, and I take a step backward in accordance, which instantly fills her with pain, a pain so severe that I also feel it within.
“I don’t want you as a mate, I don’t want you as a Luna. You are weak and pathetic for not knowing the history of your origin. You can’t even make your way around your own Kingdom; how do you lead an entire pack?” I say to her coldly, hating that I’m still talking to her, seeing as several people are passing by us.
I know that my thoughts and feelings are all blinded by my hatred for her family, but at this point, I don’t care because all I see when I look at her is a serpent disguised as an angel.
She stays quiet for a moment, simply staring at me directly in my eyes as if trying to bore through my exterior and see what I truly feel within.
Which is nothing besides regret for getting that intimate with her, I should have asked her first before, at least it would have saved me from part of the disappointment I feel.
“Then reject me,” she says suddenly with a pained tone, and I smirk at her statement.
“Do you really think that wouldn’t have been the first thing I’d do as I walked here? I cannot reject you because that would have a severe impact on both of us. Because we had already mated, the aftereffect of the rejection would be doubled. I cannot afford to be weak right now, that’s the only reason we are still joined this instant, but trust me, the second I find a loophole to this, I’ll unbind myself from you,” I say harshly to her, not wasting a second before walking away.
I feel the pressure of her pain weighing down on me and crushing me with a distressing severity.
My heart aches more with each step I take away from her to the extent that I subconsciously place my hand on my chest in a bid to quell it, but the pain still maximizes.
I hear her gasp in pain, and my heart feels as though it’s being squashed by an invisible weight, which puts me in instant distress.
My wolf groans in anguish but doesn’t make an attempt to dissuade me, knowing that there’s much more at stake than our comfort.
We both agree that we cannot just be with her as a mate with everything she is and all she is not, with all she stands for and all she signifies. It would be foolish.
Regardless of the extent of pain we are going through right now, we know we are making the right decision.
We will never harbor the blood of the Snow family under our roof and definitely not be fated to such a kind for eternity.
I’ll never let myself get deceived by a Snow just to get stabbed in the back.
So, I’ll bear the agonizing pain for every second knowing that it counts for each second, I remain without a dagger through my chest.
She might be my mate, but she’s the greatest foe I’ll ever face.
She might be my one person in the whole world, but I refuse to let her be my do
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