Page 53 of Claimed By the Alpha
I still wanted Isaac; I loved him too much to toss him aside, but when I saw my first mate, the one from my previous life. It only made more questions arise.
There was one thing I knew now; there was an explanation for him being in my past, present, and future—reincarnation.
Were we destined to repeat our past mistakes? Or could we do better in every life we have and learn from our mistakes?
There was one thing I was destined for, and that was to breed and bring the next line. An act I must have done many times before. Did I have the same thoughts? Was I angry that this was forced upon me? Or did I welcome it?
Maybe if I had grown up here, and learned from the moment I could walk what my purpose was, perhaps that would have made it easier.
However, my parents chose something else. They decided to stay in the other world, live among humans, away from all these wolf politics.
Perhaps I should follow in their footsteps and try to run again. Sure, my true mate wouldn’t accept me. He couldn’t. There was no way.
And he had to know about this all. So, did that mean the bond between us, the friendship we had built, was fake? All fabricated on this falseness because he knew what he was to me.
He never seemed interested in me that way; he was nothing more than a friend. I might have received a flirty comment here and there, but it wasn’t something to pay too much attention to.
Or, he didn’t know. He was in the dark about this.
I scoffed, turning on my side and letting my body relax on the fluffy mattress, knowing he had to have known.
My thoughts were in a loop, without an escape in sight. And all I wanted was to talk to Isaac. Hear his side and show him the paintings.
Perhaps, I was stupid and naïve to think like that because he wasn’t allowed to come here, and I didn’t know what would happen if he did, but I had to trust in our love for each other and figure out what had happened all those years ago.
How he was cursed, and what that would mean for us?
Did it have something to do with his fear of me carrying a child? Was that the curse that was put on him? It couldn’t be, right?
The never-ending loop seemed to dim, moving to the corner of my mind as my exhaustion got the better of me.
It has been two days, to be exact, since Finlay brought me back to my prison. No one has come to see me or talk to me.
The empty walls around me didn’t have a story to tell, and I was left with my imagination.
I closed my eyes, trying to push my exhaustion away and reach for the remainder of my wolf. Now that I knew, I recognized small moments. Every time I thought about Isaac and pictured him in front of me, this warmth spread inside me, reaching for him.
When I thought about Liam and what he did, the heat vanished, leaving me with this coldness inside.
The scent of ashes peaked, and my eyes snapped open. Not a light to be seen in the room, nothing other than the moon illuminating some parts. But enough to see who stood at my bed.
“Came to say you’re sorry?” I mumbled as I sat up.
His expression was as emotionless as the day he lashed out, and it made me anxious. Would he hurt me again? Force me to submit? I knew he wouldn’t kill me; he needed me.
“I’m sorry, pumpkin,” he whispered.
“Don’t call me that!” I gritted, ready to punch him, kick his feet from under him, but the moment he stepped closer, showing the heartbreak in his eyes, the same agony I had carried all those years, something cracked inside me.
“What have you done, Derek?” My voice broke, a lump forming in my throat, and I struggled to keep the tears from falling.
The man before me wasn’t the Alpha of this place, the king; no, this was my brother. The one that had lost the same as I. Has lived alone, hurt, and broken by the loss.
“I never—” he paused, scratching the back of his neck.
I waited, but he struggled more than I could witness. Softly patting the spot beside me, an invisible weight was lifted from his shoulders, and a heavy sigh followed—one of relief.
“Our parents were in hiding. Because they knew the time had come for you to step up, for both of us. And I knew what you needed.”
