A bond mysteriously formed. Or was it tampered with? After a promise of a new mate to Connor, he suddenly felt like he was sharing the bond of the pack with someone but he did not pay attention to it as he did not want to have high hopes after the pain he went through for losing his mate, Anna. But then a strange lady comes to his pack, claiming him as her mate. He was uncertain about accepting her. One thing he did not know is that he had just opened his pack to vipers. They slowly crawled their way in and a predestined lady who was promised and destined to fight for them comes to light. How does the trail of Pain and sorrow drive in between Connor's fate for a mate?
"See you in the next world."
Pain. Misery. Anguish.
Was all I felt as I watched my mate– my Luna, slowly closed her eyes as she gave up the ghost. Heavy rain poured down the roof of the hut and the thunder strikes rang loud, piercing the darkness with its light. My brows itched together and my fists clenched tighter as pain pierced through my heart and broke it into million pieces
Tears blurred my vision as my body shook violently at the breaking of the bond between us. I fell to my knees and held unto my chest as it squeezed with hurt. It was painful. I reached out for her hands and held it in mine with my teeth gnashing. We are going to go through this together. Just like we have always promised ourselves.
"Annabella." I choked out as the tears began to roll out of my eyes in drops.
"You fucking promised to be here forever. Till we grow the fuck old. Tell me why you are leaving me alone in this world?" I growled angrily at her even though I knew deeply she could not hear or even reply me. That she was gone. And that too forever. The rain echoed through the walls of the small hut as thunder struck noisily as if escorting my Luna to the great beyond. Back to the souls and stars alignment.
I closed my eyes and relaxed against the bed as a ridiculous smile played on my lips.
I could feel the pack's bitterness coupled with mine. We had just lost our beloved Luna to death. They should be bitter and sad. Even the entire earth should be!!!
The door creaked open and Ryan, my Beta, stepped in. He did not move any further. He knew all too well not to.
"Let us go for run in memory of her." He barely spoke the words. I rose up to my feet and exhaled. Anna has been on this sick bed for months and yet we could not find the cause or even the cure of her disease. She just died. Just like that. Am I even a worth of being her mate?
I closed my eyes as I remember her last words - "Connor, you are not allowed to be sad. You are the Alpha. Alphas don't get sad. Alpha's don't cry. They are strong."
I scoffed as the end part. Strong? Even Alphas themselves know that they can't do without their Lunas. They were their supporting shoulders and now mine is gone. I don't even know when I will get to see her again. Moon goddess, you must definitely be kidding with me. I don't even have an heir yet!
I passed by him and stepped out of the small hut. We had moved her in after her condition exacerbated. The rain did not stop pouring. It must be Anna's way of pacifying us. And guess what? Before me, knelt my pack. My entire pack. They were all soaked in the rain with their heads bowed.
Tell me what loyalty is and I will show you my pack.
I smiled sadly and tore off my shirt as the rain soaked poured on me. I looked up to the sky and saw just how bright the moon was shining. Selene must be really happy that another soul joins her shining palace tonight. Fuck you!
Tenor, my wolf, did not even wait for me to do anything, instead he clawed at me and morphed into our black wolf. He took instant control and I let him. He need to mourn his mate. He really need. He shook aggressively as the rain poured down on his fur. Bones cracked and reformed behind me and Tenor stood all high and mighty. They all looked at their Alpha who was in great despair.
Tenor bent his head and slowly howled so loud that it felt like the heavens opened up and accepted his howl of pain. Of grief.
He turned around and sprinted across the field and the pack followed after him. The earth shook to its core at every paws hitting the ground as if they wanted it to feel the pain that it had cost them. Their grief, their sorrow, their despair. Everything. Completely.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.