“It is commendable that you are developing a rapport, but what will transpire if she discovers her mate?” Cyrus enquires. “Alternatively, what if you discover your partner?” “
“Why must you consistently mention that we are not friends?” John growls.
Cyrus falls silent for a little interval. “One day, someone may take her from you, and I wish to prevent your suffering.”
Numerous recollections inundate my thoughts of Bre and John enjoying one other’s company, laughing in an arcade, viewing films, attending meetings, and exemplifying an ideal marriage. There is one recollection that feels so banal yet so beautiful. John is seated on a couch, with Breanna reclining her head on his lap as he reads to her. She gazes up at him with a languid smile, her eyes reflecting a trace of affection as she absorbs his narrative.
They appeared deeply in love; how, however, did he possess the audacity to murder her?
The memories suddenly come to a standstill, giving way to the blackness once more. A piercing scream resonates in my ears, prompting me to race towards its source, swiftly leading me into a woodland.
John hastens through the forest, panic evident in his eyes as he nears his Pack house. He forcefully breaches the door with a vigorous kick, sprinting into the living room at full velocity. On the couch, I observe Breanna gasping gently, while Cyrus leans over her, clutching a bloodied blade.
“Cyrus?” John whimpers, his gaze fixated on the blade. “W-what … what are you doing? What have you done?” What actions did you undertake?”
“She was supposed to be my mate,” Cyrus mutters, wiping the blood from the blade with his shirt. “We were supposed to be the Fated Pair,” he giggles to himself. “However, the enchantment dissipated, and she discovered that you…”
“That I what?”
Before he can utter another word, Cyrus emits a high-pitched frequency, incapacitating John, who collapses to his knees and clutches his ears in torment. Cyrus successfully escapes among the diversion, and once the pain diminishes, John crawls to his wife to attend to her. Upon contacting her injury, his eyes abruptly widened in astonishment. Bre gazes up at him, a small drop of blood descending from her nose, as she extends a hand to stroke his cheek.
“M-mate,” she utters, clearing the blood from her lips.
Jadi
I halt the projection, gazing at John in perplexity. Uncle Cyrus and Bre were companions… How could Bre be John’s companion?
Your uncle and I were raised on tales of the Fated gold and Moonlit wolf pair, believed to produce the most formidable wolf hybrids in the realm, the Ivory twins. I did not even think he believed in them, but I guess I was incorrect to presume that,” John chuckles dryly. Cyrus, a Moonlit wolf, spotted an irresistible chance in Princess Breanna, a gold wolf, whom we had known throughout our lives.
Although he was unaware of Bre’s genuine mate, before to our 18th birthday, Cyrus enlisted the assistance of several Spirit witches to both protect Breanna from her true mate and to create a fabricated mate bond with her. This indicated that at turning 18, neither Bre nor I could perceive the bond, however she could sense it with him. Nonetheless, I had been engaged to Bre for some years, and we were both dedicated to assuming control of the Kingdom together, regardless of the discovery of our true mates. It was what we were instructed to acknowledge.
Cyrus had hoped Bre would fall for him and leave me forever, but his artificial bond with her was not as strong as he had planned. He was unable to persuade her to abandon me, for regardless of the mate bond, she was developing feelings for me… and I for her.
As time progressed, the enchantment Cyrus had placed on my mate diminished due to his inability to mark her, and it was not long before Breanna discerned that something was off with their connection.
John pauses for a while to gather his thoughts, the memory of her fate still a fresh wound in his head.
“My wife was an intelligent woman,” John states with pride, his eyes glimmering with sadness. As the sparks diminished between her and Cyrus, she recognised that her connection with him was merely an illusion.
Upon the day she ceased to perceive the vitality of their connection, she approached him, seeking an elucidation for his actions. It was then that I experienced the actual force of the mate bond for the first and only time. My heart felt as though it would explode, and I experienced a profound unease in my stomach. My wolf was nearly inconsolable, prompting me to rush home to check on her and discover her…
He fails to complete his sentence, his gaze fixated on a minute area on the table.
“I witnessed my companion perish in my embrace… and I never had the opportunity to relish being hers,” John murmurs. “Your uncle deprived me of my sole soulmate, prompting me to kill him, which initiated my conflict.”
“Cyrus has outwitted us all,” John remarks softly, inclining his body forward in his chair. “He turned the truth against me and King Arthur believed every word. Bre and I were married for several years without ever experiencing a genuine connection; hence, when I informed King Arthur of Cyrus’s actions, he did not accept my account. Over the years, Bre confided in her father about her connection with Cyrus, and several of her closest companions revealed that she had, in a moment of vulnerability, surrendered herself to him.
My heart froze upon the realisation that the universe had conspired against me, prompting me to declare war in pursuit of vengeance. King Arthur opted to endorse Scarlett Haven, resulting in Stonecold’s departure from the Kingdom.
A solitary tear descends his cheek, yet he promptly removes it, adjusts his tie, and clears his throat.
I endeavour to comprehend what he elucidated, yet numerous questions remain unresolved, and there are aspects I still do not grasp, rendering forgiveness excessively challenging.
