Chapter Three: Crimson law
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Maya's pov.
I shivered in fear right where I stood, if it weren't for the warriors holding me up, my legs would have given out.
Mates!
I had often heard of the term and learnt of it as well, never for once did I think I would find mine. However I realised all I had left was a lie.
Yes there was the scent that would drive you crazy, but the feeling when you finally met them wasn't sweet, there were no fireworks in the background, no butterflies in the stomach.
Only fear.
A nerve wrecking, it was cold, my stomach felt empty, my breathing frozen, dread filled my insides and I shuddered.
Staring into his dark eyes that held such enmity, hatred and disgust as he held my very sole in place, trapped in an endless void.
Torian Valon descended from the stairs, not breaking our locked gaze for a second. The closer he got, the more I wanted to back away, the more I wanted to run and hide in the deepest and darkest part of the world.
Anywhere but where I stood.
“Once again, the moon goddess has proven to be a horrible maker,” his voice thundered loud and deep.
The warriors finally let me go and I crumbled to the door in a thud, “Please……” I whispered, my voice trembled.
I had nothing else to say than to beg for my life, not like there was more to it but something about being Torian Valon’s mate didn't sit well with me and I knew something worse was coming.
“So weak and pathetic that you beg for your miserable life right now, I always wondered how you managed to survive in this pack,” he commented.
My teeth chattered against each other, the corners of my eyes began to sting.
Torian continued, “You dare think that you can stand beside me as an equal? His voice raised in anger and an invisible pressure weighed down on me.
I shook my head.
“That's against the law, being weak is against the law,” he stretched out. Shaking his head in disappointment, “And we do not accept weak in our pack,”
“I Torian Valon hereby reject you, Maya Black to be my mate,” he finished.
A retching pain tore through me as though my soul was being sucked right out of me, a shrill scream echoed as I held my chest.
Tears stayed down my cheeks as the energy in me was drained.
“And I hereby banish you for making an attempt on the future alpha of the crimson blood pack,” a smirk stretched across his face as my eyes widened in fear.
He couldn't do that?
“Its good you know what that means for you,” he finished before chucking, walking over to Lexi and taking her lips with his.
I didn't wait to watch the scene unfold before me, I didn't want to because I needed to run for my life. As much as I had always wished for death, I never wanted it truly and that night confirmed it.
My legs finally responded as I picked myself up from the ground, stumbling a bit before I got my footing right as I sprinted away from the pack grounds.
The moon hung high in the sky, daring and full.
The woods were dense but I made my way through it desperately to survive.
I barely had time to catch my breath as I knew what was coming, the howls echoed deep in the air, powerful thuds sounded from behind me and I knew they were already after me.
A wolf roared from beside me, taking me off guard as it lunged at me, throwing me against a tree, my back collided hard before I collapsed onto the ground.
Groaning in pain, tasting the metallic tang of blood. Although I was weak with my back hurting, the fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins pushed me further.
The werewolves were taunting me, pushing me to my limit as they repeated their attacks on me, sharp jaws locked onto my arm and I screamed loudly before I was tossed like a ragged doll.
Another locked its jaws onto my arm, I felt my bones crunch under its razor sharp teeth before once again I was flying away, rolling on the dust before coming to a stop.
I crawled desperately despite the pain and the tears to get out of there, not knowing where I would have gone but I knew I needed to.
Dragging myself through the forest floor with just one arm and losing a lot of blood which made me dizzy.
“I'm surprised you made it to the packs borders,” Torian's muffled voice mocked and a shiver ran down my spine.
All my efforts, just for him to walk over.
I bit my lips and continued to crawl until I was harshly turned over, the warriors set me on my knees and every drive in me was lost, all hope because I knew what was coming.
“Hmm, she already looks half dead,” Lexi's voice pierced the air filled with disgust.
The Crimson blood never let the banished souls to live, they believe they would be betrayed once they are out of the pack.
They also didn't believe in mercy against heinous crimes that had been committed, which was the reason behind their strength, they were the strongest pack in the last century.
And they were about to do the same thing to me.
Torian grabbed my jaws and forced me to look at him, my vision however was blurry from how many times I was knocked against a tree trunk, I was surprised I was still conscious however that wouldn't last for long.
My body trembled, not wanting to accept what was to come and neither did my heart. “Please….please, don't…do this,” I tried to plead my case, promising that if they let me go, they never had to hear from me again.
Torian's deep chuckle reverberated, causing a shiver to race down my spine, “That won't be possible,” he whispered. “Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,”
A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess.
“Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,”
His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets.
“No—please, no… no…”
My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.
After which, darkness.
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