Andria povThe forest is dark but lovely, my wolf controlling our movements as we run through it.
The sky is almost dark as the sun sets. I shouldn't be here, especially when Papa had explicitly told me not to enter the woods.
But do I care?
No
Even with everything else he has ever told me, I don't care, his words sliding off my ears as if I had never heard them. It's not my fault, that I ignore him so much after he'd fallen to my gift.
I pant as I run, my wolf enjoying her freedom as I take a left turn in the forest, trying to navigate towards an opening where I could spend my evening staring at the starry sky.
It's the only thing I like, staring at the sky. It reminds me of Burty and all the memories we shared, the good and the bad. It is the only place where I can hold on to him as the memory of him slowly fades away with time, only leaving a blank canvas in its place.
I run, biting my tongue as I try to hold my tears back. You would think that losses can be forgotten, but they can't. They haunt you and break you again and again tills there is nothing left to.
I slow down, allowing the calm silence of the forest to sink into my bones, as I shake my head at myself for thinking such mournful thoughts. I push the thoughts of Burty to the back of my head before I can crumble to the floor in a whaling mess of tears.
I spot an opening in the distance and patter towards it slowly, my paws crushing the leaves on the floor as I tread on them. I get closer to the opening, the sound of passion-filled moans reaching my ears as I approach.
At this point, I should turn and leave, but I don't want to, my curiosity getting the better of me, I jog towards the opening and lean my head in to see better.
All I am able to hear is the whisper of the word "mate"
My loud treading makes the couple snap their necks towards me, my eyes widening at the people I see before me.
The King and Ariana.
We all share a small moment of panic between us before I decide to leave, hoping they don't recognize me as I run in the opposite direction. My mind was almost traumatized at seeing my sister's body hurled onto a males. I almost wanted to gag at the thought of them being together.
I always thought that the king would be mine, that he is mine, my mind unable to comprehend, what happened.
My eyes sting with tears, my heart pulsating with hate for Ariana. I walk away. What kind of monster was she? First, she takes away my brother and best friend, and now she's also taken the only male I've ever wanted.
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It's dinner time, when I stand behind a stone pillar clutching a glass of wine, my anger and jealousy flaring as I spot Ariana and the King giving each other the puppy eyes from across the table. I bite the insides of my cheeks. In an attempt to stop myself from marching over to Ariana to claw her eyes out, how dare she look at him like that!
I feel my grip on the glass tightening to the point where I have to remind myself that I have a mate ,and that she is allowed to stare at the King like that because he's her mate. The thought of them being mates almost makes me repulse as my eyes trail over the cluster of people in the room when I spot my mate, Edward, across from me.
He is tall and easy to spot as he towers over everyone else and stands alone with a female. She stands so close to him to the point that it looks as though she is pressing her body against his, my wolf angering at the sight, not understanding why he hadn't pushed her away.
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Prophecies and Lies
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