Chapter 12 Live
/Edlyn/
All I wanted was a plate of food and a glass of water.
Just that. my throat felt dry and heavy like something was stuck there. I figured a short walk downstairs wouldn’t hurt.
But fate has a sick sense of humor.
Because the moment I reached the end of the stairs, the sight that greeted me almost stopped my heart.
There he was.
Nelson.
The Supreme Alpha.
My mate.
And he was kissing another woman.
I froze couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. My fingers tightened around the railing as I watched them, every nerve inside me screaming in quiet agony.
Thank the goddess I’d masked my normal omega scent before stepping out. If I hadn’t, they would’ve smelled me instantly smelled the heartbreak burning through my skin.
I stood there like a ghost, silent and I tried my best to be invisible.
And yet the pain felt loud. Too loud. Tears welled in my eyes before I could stop them.
Real tears. Hot, fierce, uncontrollable.
The last time I cried was when my parents died. When I watched their bodies burn and realized the world didn’t care.
Back then, I learned to lock my heart away to bury my emotions so deep that even my other halves could barely feel them.
But now? Now, they came rushing out like a broken dam. And my tears… meant doom. My tears basically active all my powers… so I always do my best not to cry…. I haven’t for ages but now it came on it own.
I didn’t remember walking back upstairs.
Didn’t remember shutting my door or curling against the wall beside the window.
All I knew was that my body ached. My chest burned. My wolf Moon was howling inside me, the sound so raw it made my bones tremble. Vamp said nothing, acted like she was invisible again… but the betrayal from a mate, that is my mate unknown to him though breaks me…. The mate bond I felt made it worst, be the only one feeling the bond didn’t make it any less painful.
And then it happened, something that hasn’t happened in years… since I learnt control. The air shifted.
The world outside responded to my pain.
The first crack of thunder shattered through the sky, followed by blinding lightning that lit up the forest. Wind slammed against the windows, rain poured down in torrents, and the temperature dropped so sharply the glass fogged instantly.
I could feel my magic breaking free the fairy blood I’d worked so hard to hide pulsing, glowing faintly beneath my skin. The storm outside wasn’t just weather. It was me.
“Get it together!” Vamp’s voice finally came, she snapped in my head, cutting through the chaos like a whip.
Her tone was sharp, wild the complete opposite of Moon’s soft, mourning wail.
“You’re going to blow our cover at this rate!” she hissed. “It’s just a fucking kiss, not the end of the damn world!”
Moon growled weakly in response, her voice breaking. He’s our mate… our bond
“I don’t give a damn what he is!” Vamp snarled. “When we cry, the whole damn sky cries with us! You want every supernatural within fifty miles to come sniffing around?”
I buried my face in my hands, trying to steady my breathing.
The air around me crackled with raw energy fairy light flickering at the tips of my fingers, glowing faint gold and red.
“I can’t stop it,” I whispered.
“You can,” Vamp barked. “You’re not weak, Edlyn. You’ve survived worse than this.”
She was right. I had. But this… this pain was different.
It wasn’t about betrayal. It was about loss. About realizing that even the one thing that was supposed to be mine my mate wasn’t really meant for me.
The thunder roared again, shaking the walls.
Moon whimpered softly, and for the first time, even Vamp went quiet her anger fading into silence.
I didn’t know how long I stayed like that, sitting in the dark, wrapped in my own storm. But by the time the rain began to slow, I was empty. Drained.
I stared out the window at the soaked world below and whispered,
“This is why I didn’t want a mate, Moon. Because mate means weakness… and weakness makes the sky fall with me.”
Moon didn’t answer.
And Vamp only sighed, low and rough.
Then get ready, sweetheart, she muttered. Because if that Alpha keeps pulling this shit, we’re going to make him regret ever wanting us in his pack.
A cold smile ghosted across my lips.
Somewhere beneath the pain, a flicker of strength began to rise. I needed to want to live… because me wanting to live will give me strength.
At some point, the storm outside slowed, and the weight of exhaustion finally dragged me down.
My body was too tired to cry anymore, my heart too raw to fight. I curled into the sheets, still damp from the rain that had leaked through the window, and let my eyes close.
But peace didn’t come.
The moment sleep found me, the past found me too.
Darkness first thick, suffocating, the kind that hums with the memory of blood. Then sound: screams, the echo of shattering glass, the snap of bones.
“No,” I whispered in the dream, but my voice was the same one from years ago smaller, trembling.
Moon whimpered in my head, Not again, Edlyn… please.
But the dream didn’t care. It pulled me deeper.
I saw the fire again orange light licking the walls of our cottage, shadows twisting like demons.
I saw my father’s eyes, wide and terrified, as he shouted for me to run.
I saw my mother’s hands glowing faint gold as she tried to hold back the attackers.
And then… nothing but chaos.
The kind that burns itself into your soul.
I could smell the smoke, the iron in the air. I could hear my mother’s last breath the sound that had lived in my nightmares ever since.
When I tried to reach her, my hands were wet. Not from tears. From something else.
That was the night my power first woke up in a destructive manner.
The night I learned that when I screamed, people fell.
That when I fought back, the world shook.
In the dream, I could still see the shapes of the ones who came for us dark eyes, sharper smiles but the faces were always blurred.
Maybe my mind refused to remember them clearly.
Or maybe it was mercy.
Because what I did that night was something no child should ever have to remember.
Vamp’s voice was faint in the distance, echoing through the haze. You did what you had to do, little one.
But the words didn’t comfort me. They never did.
My knees hit the ground in the dream, my heart racing, the air thick with the ghosts of that night. I wanted to wake up to claw my way out but the memory wouldn’t let me go.
It made me watch.
Made me remember.
The firelight faded into darkness again, and I heard myself whisper, “I didn’t mean to.”
The world inside the dream went silent the kind of silence that only comes after destruction.
And then a faint voice, my mother’s voice, drifted through the smoke.
Survive, my moonlight. No matter what you become, survive.
My chest tightened so hard it hurt.
Then I woke up.
My whole body was trembling, drenched in sweat. My hands were shaking, my heartbeat too loud in my ears. The storm outside had quieted completely but the storm inside me hadn’t.
I sat there for a long time, staring at the faint light spilling through the curtains, whispering to myself, “It was just a dream.”
But it wasn’t.
It was memory raw and waiting.
And I knew, deep down, that if Nelson or anyone else ever saw that side of me, they’d never look at me the same way again.
Moon murmured softly, We survived once, we’ll survive again.
Vamp only hummed in the dark, almost proudly. And next time, sweetheart, we won’t stop at surviving. But you need to live…. For them who died protecting you…. For them who died wanting what you deeply hate but pretend you don’t….. For us Edlyn, a part of you.