Chapter Two: Don't Touch Me!
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ARIA'S POV
Mmm. What happened?
I opened my eyes and scanned my surroundings. I…I was in my room. The scenery, it felt too familiar, then it clicked.
I was back….and it was my 18th birthday. The day I got mated to Darius….
I rubbed my eyes and looked around again to make sure I wasn't hallucinating or something but it was real, I was back.
That night the pack ceremony would be held and I would be mated to Darius, well not anymore. I’d reject him.
“Aria, come down here!”.
Ugh
My stepmother, Alisha, called me to come downstairs, interrupting my thoughts process. I absolutely hated her. I remembered that she aided the accusation of me committing treason, she never liked me and was enraged when I got mated to the Alpha. My toes curled as I thought about that day.
I went downstairs to see her, I already knew that she was calling me to do some chores for her.
“You think because it's your birthday you get to be lousy? Pathetic”. She said as soon as I entered the kitchen.
I frowned, I didn't have time for a back and forth with her, I'd just do as she says and get on with it.
“Are you dumb now? Ugh you're so annoying.”
“What exactly do you want me to say?”. I blurted out in anger. She was shocked, I never talked back to her, especially not in that manner.
“How dare you talk to me like that you i***t!”. She said as she raised her hand to slap me, but I used my powers to hold her hand in place. We were both shocked.
I… I couldn't do that before.
I let go and she stepped back in both shock and fear.
“Just get out. Get out of here!”. She screamed and I just walked away.
Serves you right you witch
I giggled and paused.
But what was that power?
I stared at my hands.
“You're meant for greater things, my child”
Is this what she meant?
I smiled. At least I could defend myself from my ruthless stepmother. I wondered what other powers I had been reborn with.
I went about my day like I normally would, this time planning my every move. Darius would regret his life.
The day finally came to an end and the pack ceremony was fast approaching. I stared at the dress I had worn before then casted it aside and picked another one. I felt like wearing another dress because I was about to rewrite my story.
I checked the time, 7pm. My stepmother had already left the house to the pack ceremony. She had adviced me not to go, said I'd disgrace her there.
Tsk
I sat in my bedroom in silence. My mind kept going back to that day, or rather yesterday. The hateful look in his eyes, the tight grip he had on his blade. The crowd urging him to behead me. I didn't realise that I had started crying.
It was just too painful.
I felt everything, the fear, the pain. I didn't want that to happen again. I would make sure that it never happened again.
They'll pay
“They'll all pay. Darius, the elders, my stepmother all of them. They'd pay for the torture they put me through. I was innocent!”. I said to myself in tears.
I stood up and walked towards the mirror. I cleaned my tears and applied a little make-up.
I would make them rue the day that they crossed Aria Moonhart.
My body surged with power and I saw my eyes change to a silver colour and then change back to it's original colour.
What was that?
I shook it off, maybe I was imagining things. I looked at my hands
Or maybe not.
I smiled.
I left the house and went straight to where the ceremony was being held. I looked around and saw the people dancing and celebrating. It made me sick to my stomach.
Some came to greet me with smiles on their faces, fake smiles. These were thesame people that wanted me dead. I responded calmly to all of them, trying my best to hide my utter disgust for them.
Heathens
“Now we welcome our very own Alpha Darius Blackthorn. Leader of the Blackthorn pack and one of our greatest warriors. He and the other warriors are back from the wars we're they did nothing but conquer the enemy”. One of the elders announced.
I almost forgot that the ceremony was meant to welcome them.
I watched as the crowd cheered and the women swooned. I looked forward and my eyes met his. I felt my insides burning. All I could see when I looked at him was the monster who killed me without a second thought.
But immediately our eyes met I felt a burning sensation, not one of hatred but of a bond.
It was happening
I saw him clenching his chest, he felt it too. He looked around as if following my scent and his eyes finally landed back on me. He smiled and walked towards me. The crowd went silent as they watched what was unfolding in front of them. Some were in awe, others were making snarky remarks.
“Is she… his mate?”
“The orphan? No way!”
And obviously some were envious, if only they knew.
I stepped back as soon as he got too close to me. He held out his hand, expecting me to put mine in his.
I stared at him with a cold expression on my face. He seemed confused, he had expected a different response. I remembered how happy I was the last time. Now, it felt like time had stopped. Everyone was eagerly waiting for what I'd do next.
“You're…. You're my mate, Aria”. He finally spoke up when he saw that I wasn't making any advances. He tried touching my face but I slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch me! And I’m not your mate!”
Everyone gasped at my response.
“Has she gone mad?”
“Wait, did she actually say that?”
I loved the shock on their faces, especially Darius’.
“What do you mean by that? Or do you not feel the bond pulsing inside you?”. He asked again
“I do, but I will not be your mate. Darius Blackthorn, I reject you!”
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