He Was Heartless

He Was Heartless
After Arthur had stepped out, he paused by the door.

He leaned against it for a moment and closed his eyes.

Anger still bubbled in his veins, irritation still clawed at his skin.

But he needed a moment. A moment to sort through the confusion in his head.

He turned and braced a forearm on the door, and leaned his head against it.

Through the mate bond, he could feel her pain. He could feel every single emotion that ran through her.

And it tore him apart.

He gritted his teeth, the gold in his eyes sharpening for a bit.

His primal instincts urged him to go back, to take those words back.

To gather her in his arms and make her his. Over and over again...

Her sobs echoed faintly in the room, reaching his ears from the other side of the door.

And the bond scorched him.

But he clamped down on that urge. He straightened his back, and walked away, without a second glance.

He had done what he needed to do. His instincts may be primal, but his logic wasn't.

She had been very stupid. He didn't care what she did to get Christine mad.

Her recklessness had exposed the secret and now... it cost him his throne and title as Alpha.

Arthur hissed and walked down the hallway.

Why was she so stupid? And why the fucking hell was she even his mate?

His wolf howled at him, scratching his senses. But he had already shoved it into the dark recesses of his mind.

Where it can growl and whine but have no power. It was all its fault anyway.

Rage burned in him. Rage at his wolf. Rage at her.

Rage at the Moon Goddess who thought his life could be another amusement for herself.

He ignored the searing pain that shot through him every couple of minutes.

It was good she was hurting. She deserved it.

His wolf whined again, clearly agitated at the pain she was going through.

‘She’s hurt. She's in pain.’ Its voice whispered to him.

“I know that, idiot. And for all I think, you deserve it too.” He muttered under his breath.

With every step of his, his footsteps echoed and that made every servant that passed turn to him and bow.

But when he turned, he caught their curious gaze on him. But they shifted their gazes immediately.

His mood worsened. His scowl deepened.

Everyone knew. Everyone knew a human was his mate.

His life couldn't be any worse than it was.

A bitter laugh escaped him. Who knows?

Maybe the Moon Goddess may find another torture to sprinkle into his life.

But as it stood, life couldn't be more fucked up.

His boots stopped at the door of the council room.

The guards flanking either side stiffened and bowed, baring their necks in submission.

But he didn't miss the flicker of tension in their stances.

That was good. Fearing him was what kept him as Alpha.

He didn't spare them a glance. He pushed open the door, and walked in, ready for the chaos that would erupt.


Myra sat back against the pillows, her sobs racking her body.

The echo of the door slamming shut still rang in her ears.

The mark on her neck burned, shooting sparks through her body.

And she knew what that meant.

She was hurting. And he felt it too.

She almost laughed at the idea of it all. A mark tied them together, a single thread wove their fates together.

And all for what?

His words echoed in her mind. She shut her eyes, biting her lips, as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I didn't do anything,” she murmured to the empty room amidst her sobs.

Her ginger curls fell over her face like a curtain. And she wished she could disappear behind it. To fade away from this world.

Then she remembered the Alpha's accusations and a humorless laugh passed her lips.

He was really dense, she thought. To have believed she orchestrated the whole incident.

It was simply stupid. Christine was jealous and bitter, and when she'd seen the damn mark on her neck—when the secret wasn't a secret anymore—she lost whatever little sanity she had.

And she had attacked like a vicious she-wolf thirsty for revenge.

Myra knew she was no match for an angry she-wolf. Hell, she was lucky she survived.

Yet the Alpha thought she had staged it all up.

Wow.

Myra sniffled as she raised her head up, wiping her tears. He could have just shouted or choked her.

He didn't have to fire those insults to pass his opinions.

And what hurt most was that it got to her. She hated that he got under her skin.

The door opened slowly and she turned her face away.

“Sweetheart. What's wrong?” Claire's concerned voice reached her from the doorway.

Myra wiped her face quickly and tried to put on a poker face when she turned back to Claire.

But one look at the softness on the healer's face broke her composure.

A tear rolled down her cheek. “It's... It's nothing.” Her voice betrayed her feelings.

Claire's eyes were filled with sympathy. “What happened? Did the Alpha hurt you?” She walked over to her and sat by the bedside.

Myra laughed through her tears. “I wish he did. Then I wouldn't have to put up with living in this hell.”

Claire's hand covered hers, tracing soothing patterns on her skin. “He didn't mean any of the hurtful things he must have said. He's just... hurting.”

Myra's jaw tightened.

Hurting? He was hurting? That Alpha wasn't capable of emotions, let alone feeling a negative one.

“Hurting? Hurting?” She repeated, her anger rising. “I'm the one hurting here. I'm the one that's...” her voice broke off as sobs came over her.

Claire rubbed her back soothingly. “It's not your fault, sweetheart.”

“But he said it is.” She argued. “He said it was all my fault. He called me... foolish.”

“Men like him always hide their feelings behind anger. And that means his words sometimes aren't a reflection of his real emotions.”

Myra sniffled and kept quiet. She didn't believe a single word of that.

He didn't feel. He was heartless.