The Lycan King’s Rejected Soulmate

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Avery

“I had already talked to you and my mother about my life experiences.” I paused to scan both of their faces before continuing, “But I have been holding something back.”

I was ready to tell them about the evil g od Daemon and his evil tricks. I wanted to tell them about those mutated werewolves that disregarded their

creator.

The moon goddess did not give me explicit permission to do this but I had to. This situation had gotten too dangerous and sp iky.

Holding information back would do me no good.

Besides, I wanted Dante to be well informed. He would be able to give better suggestions that way. He would not have to make assumptions that would be off by one or two points.

Little details with wrong opinions intertwined with it could be dangerous. War was already imminent.

A little action can make all the difference.

One of the reasons I was at ease with sharing the information about Daemon even without the moon goddess’s express permission is because I felt like she would agree with my action.

She wanted a warrior, not a child that would ask for her opinion on every little thing.

“When I had almost been sacrificed to a statue of the moon goddess, I met our creator. She explained that she created a g od with half of her power.” I started as I sat upright.

Dante had taken his sit too.

Even if there were chairs that wasn’t upturned or destroyed, Dante joined us on the floor.

It was like an unknown and secret decision shared by all of us.

Dante did not interrupt.

Mrs Barrington had left her thoughts and she was focusing on me intently.

“This evil G od, Daemon rebelled against her and he sought to be the main g od in charge of this whole world.” I continued.

“You don’t like this g od.” Dante said as he observed my face.

I touched my face. I did not even know that I was frowning.

The thoughts of Daemon filled me with all types of negative emotions there is.

“I would hate the person that orchestrated my rejection. He wanted to end me. I think I have the right to frown at the thought of him.” I said with my frown growing deeper.

A thought rose in my mind and as I was thinking of all the events that happened, that thought strengthened with every passing second.

Daemon could not be who I was thinking he was, right?

I chucked that suspicion to the back of my mind first.

I did not want jump into conclusion.

It was better to wait until I have said all the ins and outs of the whole issue. Three of us would be able to brainstorm together.

Any conclusion we arrive at would be more closer to the truth.

“Dante, you know I was an omega warrior.” I said to Dante and he nodded.

“The day I gave birth to our pups, I had to leave to answer a call for help.” I explained and Mrs Barrington gasped.

“How can the other warriors allow you to go out after you just put to bed?” Disapproval was heavy in her voice and her face showed her dissatisfaction.

I patted her hand.

“Mother, you don’t have to worry unnecessarily. It was very urgent.” A look of nostalgia crossed my eyes.

Before I came up this place, I had promised myself that I would visit them if I could but I failed my promise.

I was not a good friend and family. I am sure they would be missing me by now but I had forgotten them.

I was occupied with my everyday life.

I was only remembering them now.

“These warriors love me as much as you do. The letter for help spoke of mutated werewolves with red eyes so I had to be dispatched. I was one of their best warriors.” As I spoke, my face became graver.

Dante drew me into his arms again.

I sighed in relief.

His comfort was needed after all the stress I had been put though. Even now, I am still under intense stress.

I found the power to continue.

The dissatisfaction on Mrs Barrington’s face lessened by a lot but it did not completely disappear.

I knew that she still had her own opinions about the omega warriors allowing me to go out for a mission even as I just put to bed.

A burst of if warmth traveled through me. Her anger at the omega warriors ensured her care for me.

She knew a werewolf had faster healing but she still got angry for me. That was enough to strengthen my love for her.

“When we got to the pack that issued the mission, we discovered that we had walked into a trap. There wasn’t any single pack member there. Only werewolves with mutated/red eyes.” I gritted my teeth as I thought of that skull-numbing scene.

It was the first time I made a drastic mistake that cost lives.

That was one of the guilts weighing my mind. These guilte didn’t want to go

away.

These guilts had always been in my subconscious even if I did not think of

them.

“Where did the pack memebers go? Or are the mutated werewolves the former pack members?” Dante asked as his finger smoothened my hair over and over again.

It was then I realized that this man before me had his vulnerable moments

too.

Yes, he was the enigmatic and powerful lycan king but he was mortal too.

He had his bad days.

As I leaned against him, I felt his muscles that were tightened in tension. It was like a beast crunched in waiting. A beast that could flair out any moment.

I was worried but so is he.

I shook my head, “I don’t know if there had been normal pack members there before. I am more biased towards the assumption of those mutated werewolves being a pack’s former members.”

“Are the mutated werewolves connected to Daemon?” Dante questioned and his eyes flashed with a dark glint I could not understand.

“Yes. That wasn’t even the issue, I led the warriors that went for this mission into another bigger trap.” I took in a deep breath before exhaling, “I told the warriors to use a teleportation crystal to go back to the omega warriors’ camp to report the trap that was disguised as a call for help.”

“Avery.” Dante called me but I could not answer because I was lost in my memories for a second.

Dante held my chin and tilted my face to met his penetrating gaze.

His eyes brought me out of the maze of thoughts I had dragged myself into.

“Avery, look at me.” He began and I chuckled.

The mood lightened.

“You have turned my face to you. Why would I need to look at your face again?” I wanted to roll my eyes but I stopped myself.

He was trying to comfort me. I should not make fun of him, no matter how funny it seemed to me.

He cleared his throat, “What I wanted to say is that none of whatever happened then was your fault. You did what you could. Or did you purposely lead those warriors to their deaths?”

I shook my head.

“I can never harm them purposely.” I replied.

“Bingo! So stop letting that past eat bits and pieces of your mind away.” Dante consoled and I smiled.

Mrs Barrington was resting her back on an upturned chair. Her eyes was closed.

I don’t know if our cheesy actions disturbed her. NôvelDrama.Org content.

Still, I knew she was listening.

“Those mutated werewolves showed that Daemon is already corrupting the minds of the moon goddess’s creations.” I sneered, “What those mutated werewolves wanted was to destroy the omega warriors camp because it was the moon goddess’s focus.”

I felt a surge of anger within me for all those werewolves that joined Daemon’s side.

Why would they disregard everything the moon goddess had done for them?

Those werewolves did not even chose to be neutral, they picked the side of their goddess’s enemy.

It was st upid.

Those kinds of werewolves should be scourges.

Still, I could understand.

Before Daemon began his grand acquisition, there was already bad werewolves raoming this world.

He just had to pick the one that satisfied him.

“Daemon is ama ssing minions to usurp the moon goddess’s position. The moon goddess told me she had a way to deal with him, we just have to deal with his minions.” I said wryly.

The moon goddess put a great amount of trust in me. I must not let her down. We had to do our part in eliminating Daemon’s well.

“How did this correlate with losing our kids?” Dante asked, “It couldn’t be that Daemon was involved in this too?! I am going to do my best to destroy him.”

His eyes was changing again. The red color was dominant and the purple color was starting to look like specks.

It was my turn to calm Dante down.

My face was grim, “It correlates with each other. I suspect that Sadie’s mysterious benefactor is Daemon.”

Dante was confused, “Sadie had a mysterious benefactor?”

Then I remembered that I had not told them about Sadie and her weird changes.

I had forgotten to do so as I was carried away with describing my past.

I was being too froward with my conclusion. I was supposed to carry everyone along.

I scratched my nose before I straightened.

I cleared my throat, “After Sadie arrived, she told me her life experiences. I told her mine too so she would not feel bad. She told me about a person that allegedly saved her from spiralling into darkness.”

My words were ironic to me. Sadie was already inside the darkness she had been avoiding.

“I don’t know how she did it but she dragged a defeated foe from my past to kidnap my children.” I finished.

The thoughts of my former best friend having a hand in a plan that might potentially destroy me made a burning anger kindle within me.

Sadie should keep hiding. She must never let me know where she was. I would

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do all my best to destroy her.

Pain occupied my face and my eyes stung.

I blinked rapidly so the tears would not fall but my efforts was in vain.

A line of tear traced my cheek downward.

I just remembered my pups. I don’t know what they were going through and I did not want to imagine it.

I would be more destabilized if I choose to do that.

“You think Daemon corrupted your best friend and encouraged her to kidnap our pups?” Dante mapped out the general idea I had gotten with a few words.

“I knew she was jealous but I did not know why she was jealous of me. I even told her about the ordeals I have been through so she would see that life wasn’t a bed of roses for others too.” I rolled my eyes.

I could not do it for Dante but I can do it for Sadie. She did not deserve my

respect.

My phone rang.

I did not want to answer the call but the caller was ringing me up consistently.

I could not behave as if the phone wasn’t there.

I answered the call reluctantly.

There was no name on the phone screen, only numbers.

“Hello Avery.” Sadie’s terrible voice came through the phone line.

I sat up and my body stiffened.

I clutched the phone like it was a lifeboat.

A smile was in Sadie’s voice, “Do you like my little gift?”