LOVE IN REVENGE

EPISODE 4

The bond aroma became palpable to me as I realized it had filled the entire room. I was puzzled since it felt pleasant and the aroma was so strong that I could taste it on my lips. I forgot about myself for a time as I savored the refreshing moment.

However, I shook it off when I realized what it meant; I understood the scent and snarling.

"It is happening, just as my mother once explained to me," I said quietly to myself quietly.

"No! "It can't be him," I assured myself as I sunk into one of his chairs and placed both hands on my head.

"Mate, where have you been my entire life?" "I've been looking for you for the last eight years," Maxwell muttered subconsciously in his sleep.

I paused, wondering what this was all about. I knew the feeling was a mate growl, but Maxwell couldn't possibly be my mate. I looked at his face again; he had matured into a more attractive man than he was eight years before.

"I don't know the game the moon goddess is trying to play with me, but it does not matter whether he is my mate or not; he will pay for his sins," I reminded myself.

I decided I would stab him instead of my previously planned method of suffocating him to death. I reached out to the knife tied around my leg. Stabbing him would make a mess, and everyone would know he was murdered by someone inside the castle, but at that point, I had no choice. All I wanted was to end his life.

I tried to stab him with the knife, but couldn't. My wolf was preventing me from proceeding. I tried again to force myself to act, but was halted by my wolf, who was attempting to take over control of my body.

"Kira, what are you doing?" My wolf spoke to me for the first time.

"This bastard needs to die just like my parents." I started chatting to my own wolf without realizing it.

She answered, "He is our mate; you should protect him instead of killing him."

I became aware that the voice was coming from within me. Even in the midst of an assassination and a decision crisis, I was delighted to hear her speak.

"You can speak with me!" "Shocked and surprised," I said.

"Yes, Kira," she said, "I have been waiting for you to understand that I am here for you."

I angrily told her, "You let me suffer in solitude; you remained silent when I most needed you."

"I let you be because you were only interested in getting your revenge and not me, but now that we've found our mates, I'm forced to speak out," she stated.

My mind was clouded by confusion as the recent incident caused me to get tense. Like a statue with a knife pointing in Maxwell's direction, I stood in front of him. I collapsed back into the seat in despair, wondering and arguing with myself whether I should kill the man who killed my parents and exact revenge on him or let him get away with it under the guise of a wolf bond arranged by a psychopath known as the moon goddess.

My wolf, who had become an advocate of Maxwell, insisted that I "calm down and think it out, Kira."

Maxwell also kept talking to me while sleeping, which annoyed me the more. I got up and left the room because I could no longer stand him, even though the mate's scent was intriguing.

My head remained spinning as I made my way back to my room through the lit balcony, and the smell of Maxwell's chamber followed me like a shadow. I didn't see anyone, but I had the impression that someone was following me. I felt a sharp knot in my stomach. I knew I had a chance to exact revenge on my parents, but I tossed it away.

During that night, I was exhausted. I persisted in trying to tell myself that I was foolish for letting that chance pass, but for the first time, my wolf was there to support and comfort me. Her words, "You have done the right thing," gave me comfort.

It was just as painful to learn that Maxwell is my mate as it was the day I saw him murder my parents. I started crying because my heart was hurting so much.

In the middle of the night, Festus also called to inquire about the success of my mission.

"No, my own wolf stopped me," I replied.

To which he replied, "What do you mean? "Where did she suddenly come from?"

"He is my mate! "Dude," I said to him.

Silence seized the both of us for a time; I believe he was also attempting to assimilate the information and was as confused as I was.

After several minutes of silence, he answered, "Damn, that is really twisted."

“Yes, the moon goddess must have thought of me as a pun for her to make fun of me in this way," I responded.

"No, girl!" "Don't talk about the holy mother that way," he warned.

I sobbed as I answered, "No, you should be telling her that, not me; I didn't ask her for a mate, but she chose to make fun of me by giving me my enemy as a mate."

"Now what are you going to do about it?" he inquired.

I couldn't react to his inquiry immediately, so I asked another question." What would you have done if you had been in my position? Will you murder your mate because he killed your parents, or will you spare your parents' murderer because he is your partner and your parents' killer?