Killian.
“Nooooo!” I growled loudly as I ran towards Yzabelle.
She was lifeless when I caught her. No heartbeat, no pulse. The transformation failed and I lost her.
“No, please! Come back to me, Yzabelle!”
How come the transformation didn’t succeed? I knew she was strong. She both had the strongest genes of different realms. How come she could not fight the pain? That’s the last option I had in mind and I was confident she could endure it. She had the blood of werewolves. All I did was upgrade her wolf to a lycan and it’s not that hard since she already had the blood of a beast. We were just trying to awaken her beast. But this is what happened.
And suddenly, I remembered the note from my future self.
DON’T DO THE LAST OPTION OR SOMEONE WILL DIE.
Did he pertain to this transformation? Was this the thing he was talking about in the note?
No…
It could not be.
No!
She wasn’t supposed to die! I was supposed to be killed by her!
“No! Yzabelle, please come back to me!”
I have never cried in my entire fcking life. But right now, I want to pour out all the tears my eyes could create. My chest seemed to burst at the thought that I had lost my mate again. And this time, it’s all my doing!
I could not endure it anymore. I growled hard and loudly.
“You, bastard! What have you done to her?”
It was Draco. I didn’t know how he came back from Caserta but he was a prince of a vampire, so everything was possible for him.
He suddenly grabbed me and threw me towards the huge tree. The impact was too strong, it broke. And I didn’t care at all.
I let Draco vent his anger. I didn’t have any intention of fighting. I honestly wanted him to finish me now.
Yzabelle was dead. I killed her. I killed my mate, my luna. There’s no reason for me to live.
Draco suddenly stopped when he realized I had no intention of fighting him.
“No… I’m not going to kill you. It would be easy for you, lycan prince.”
Draco let go of me while giving me death stares. I didn’t care at all.
“I want you to live with the regret of killing my daughter, the mate you swear you’ll love and protect.” Draco gritted his teeth. “I was right. The beast was the last person we should trust.”
After saying that, he walked towards Yzabelle’s body. I should have been surprised to see Corbin holding my Yzabelle. I didn’t know how he knew we were here. But that was the least of my priorities. I was too focused on what I did to my mate.
I regret it! I deeply regretted it.
“Let go of my daughter!” Draco hissed to Corbin.
Corbin kissed Yzabelle goodbye, then let go of her lifeless body. Draco pulled Yzabelle to his arms and into the blink of an eye, they disappeared.
Corbin glared at me with murder. I saw the unfathomable pain in his eyes mixed with so much hatred. And I understood him.
“I knew lycans were cunning and selfish, but you exceeded my expectations, Prince Killian,” he silently said. “What should I expect from you, anyway?”
Corbin turned away and left. I didn’t care what he thought and where he was going nor what his next plans were.
But one thing I was sure of. I had no reason to stay in this timeline. I need to go back. If I could fix a thing, I would.
I could still feel the mate bond despite Yzabelle’s death. Maybe there was still hope if I went back to my time.
Maybe I could still do something.
Suddenly, the swirling portal appeared in front of me. It was the same sparkling whirlpool of energy I jumped on when I traveled through time.
Time to go back.
I remember that Saskia said I would definitely forget everything I did here when I went back to my time. That means I would definitely forget about Yzabelle and how I loved her.
‘No! I’ll never forget the love I had for her. Or even if I did…’
I looked up at the dark sky of the night.
“I will find you, Yzabelle. Wherever you are, forgotten or not, you will always be my luna.”
That was a promise.
I slowly stepped inside the swirling portal without a place to go in my mind. I honestly didn’t know where to go. I felt lost… in pain, in regret—in so much regret.
I closed my eyes and let the portal sweep me towards nothingness. Slowly, the memories started to disappear from my head.
I suddenly felt panicked. I should not forget about her. I shouldn’t! If there's one thing I must remember, it was Yzabelle, my mate, my luna. My only luna.
Yzabelle…
Yzabelle…
Her name is Yzabelle…
My luna…
My beloved,
No… Yzabelle.
I should not forget about you.
My luna… you’ll always be my luna.
***
Killian.
Ten years back...
When I opened my eyes again, I was on a comfortable couch inside a familiar house. Then I saw Saskia, looking down at me.
“You finally came back,” she said without enthusiasm.
I didn’t know if it was because of Saskia’s melancholic appearance that I felt heavy and lonely.
I didn’t know why, but I felt a pricking pain inside my chest. Not the physical pain but… I didn’t know how to explain it.
‘Forgotten or not, you will always be my luna.’
That’s the only thing inside my head. I didn’t understand. I could not remember what happened during my travels. I didn’t even know if I had succeeded in my mission of killing my mate.
But one thing was for sure, I met my luna. And I made a promise to her.
If not, why did I have the memory of that promise? I was the lycan prince and I knew myself better. I would never make a promise to anyone unless it was very important. And promising someone to be my luna, she must be my most precious woman. She must be extremely strong and powerful.
I would never claim someone to be my luna if she would not pass my standards.
Yeah, that was right.
I pulled myself together and tried to smile at Saskia.
Wait, I never wanted to smile at someone. I rarely smiled and rarely wanted to. But suddenly, the smile was followed by tears.
I was confused as I wiped the tears away from my face.
What the heck!?
Why did I even tear up over something I didn’t know? I never cried before. Did my tear ducts start to malfunction?
“Welcome back, Your Highness. You seemed to have an enjoyable yet lonely trip,” Saskia commented.
But why did she sound so… sad?