Nullified
681 Words
Amara
He left me alone in the room.
Gone is his composure.
I followed him—a part of me was worried that he might clash with Constantine.
I find myself feeling embarrassment with every footstep I take as I shamelessly chase him—I looked around and Constantine’s nowhere to be found.
It’s broad daylight, we reach the shore.
I looked around and noticed that we were trapped on a giant forest island in the middle of nowhere.
I’m standing behind him, our bare feet touching the sand with saltwater waves kissing our feet.
“Please settle down, Alpha Gonzalo.” Shamelessly, I rushed to give him an embrace; I squeezed tightly, “don’t make this harder than it already is. Let me listen to you; you can trust me”
“Let me go. What I want, you can never give me.” He warned me, “don’t make me hurt you again.” I let go of him—he faced me. “Whatever I told you in that cave. Forget about it. You’re not my Luna. My beloved can never be replaced. You will never be her.” I stood in disbelief, watching the first man who claimed me betray my heart. He finished, “I, Alpha Gonzalo Kiviniq of the Northern Tribe, reject you as my Luna. You are no longer my chosen bride.”
What? I can’t believe it. Just like that?
He transforms into his beast form, then he quickly enters the woods—my knees gave up; frozen and defeated, I’m forced to contemplate.
I went inside the mansion and sat in the living room for a while—thinking about what my next move would be.
Snap!
I need to find Constantine. He’s the only one that can help me.
I found myself back on the shore, then I saw something. What’s that? A modern lighthouse—a tall and luxurious one.
On rampage—I’m desperate for help.
I reached the lighthouse, then a long spiral staircase welcomed me. “Constantine?” Echoes of my voice reached the ceiling; no one responded.
Carefully, my guard is up with every step I take.
Searching for air—my body feels so sore ever since I woke up, I reached the extravagant keeper’s room. There he is, waiting for me.
He’s sitting on the leather sofa—Oh, my heavens, he’s big arms laid over the couch’s back frame. It was only his shoulders and portion of his back; I found myself struck in awe. It is so chiseled. He’s got droplets all over himself; he must’ve taken a swim.
“My body’s going to melt if you stare at it for so long.” He chuckled, then finally, he stood.
He revealed his upper body to me. His lower body only covered by a mere white towel—Gulped, he’s hiding something big.
“G…get me out of here, Constantine.”
“Aww, did something happen between you and your dog?” He walked confidently towards me. “Isn’t it too early for a lover’s quarrel?”
“He’s gone into the woods. He… He rejected me.”
“That’s pretty unfortunate.” I felt his cold thumb gently touching my cheek, “However, I can’t get you out of here.”
“Why? What is the point of all of this?”
He placed his moist arm over my shoulders; he invited me to sit on the couch, “I know all of this doesn’t make sense to you, but trust me, soon it will.” He locked eyes with me and leaned his head close to mine, “as much as I hate someone as pretty as you be tied with that mutt, I have to control myself. We all have roles to play.”
“What roles?”
He looked at me, then he sighed, “mine is to watch over you, and yours is to be with the last werewolf. One way or another, you have no choice but to chase him, even if he’s evading you.”
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