Chosen By the Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 19: Fate Sealed

"Aubrey?" Alpha Parker's words brought me back to reality.

Looking around, I realized that I was already sitting on the floor, the man before me holding my face closely. I pulled away from him to distance myself. I might've overdid it, though, because Alpha Parker frowned a little. He was watching me while I struggled to cope with my emotions.

But one thing is for sure. I resent him...

"Are you okay?" he asked, and I sneered.

"You know... I was fine until I met you," I muttered with no remorse.

I flashed him an annoyed look, but he only eyed me with concern, something I didn't expect.

"Aubrey, we can get you help..." he muttered, which angered me even more. Help? As if I need help! I was perfectly fine concealing all my trauma when he wasn't in my life.

"Shut the heck up..." I whispered, my voice breaking.

"Aubrey—"

Quickly cutting him off, I looked up with a determined expression. It seems like I have no other choice. Anger seeped through me that I could no longer fight back.

Lightly quivering, I looked up at the man before spouting the words any werewolves would fear.

"I, Aubrey Wright, reject you—"

Just then, Alpha Parker bolted past me. He slammed me against the wall, covering my mouth with intense eyes.

"Aubrey..." he calls my name, and I feel something inside me budding. It was a whole new feeling that I couldn't decipher. "Please, don't..." he added, looking down with a defeated expression.

I was stunned at his sudden plea. I couldn't react properly and needed time to sort my feelings. What the heck is wrong with me? "I—I need to be alone."

"I see..." he said softly and turned away. I heard the door click, and before leaving, he said, "Call my name if you need anything."

After that, a slight thud and complete silence took over. I fell to my knees in agony. The mate bond, it's getting stronger. My chest constricted, and I began to cry silent tears, blaming myself for being this way.

If I wasn't stupid enough to trust those humans, maybe I would've lived a normal life. Maybe I would be a good Luna. Maybe I would be a calm daughter. Maybe... I will be happy living with Alpha Parker.

But it's too late now. I suppose it's too late for me. I'd be forever living in the darkness with this fear consuming me.

Just then, thunder struck, and it began to rain. I looked outside the window at the willow of gray haze. Pursing my lips, I stood up and thought of something so complex.

There's two ways to deal with the situation. It's either I reject Alpha Parker, or I... end my existence. My lips curled into a smile. I didn't know why thinking of death brought me such immense relief.

With that, I trudged into the bathroom. Upon opening the cabinet under the sink, something shiny caught my eye. It's exactly what I'm looking for.

I picked up the pack of straight razor blades and took one. I looked at my glistening reflection of its sharp tip.

My tired face greeted my sight. I looked obviously distraught, yet confident enough to pull this off. With that, I came outside the bathroom and stood up in the middle of the room.

"Aubrey, stop this now!" Ariana angrily growled, but I hardly paid attention to her words.

Without complicating things any longer, I pressed the blade on my arm. "Hng!" I grunted upon feeling the electrifying pain. Still, I didn't stop. I kept slicing my arm until the coppery scent hit my nose.

Then, I did the same thing to my other arm. Not less than a minute later, pools of blood dropped on the marble floor. It was flowing out of my newly-formed wounds like a waterfall. "Shit... Ugh!" I grumbled as I repeated the same strokes. The numbing pain made me momentarily high. Just then, voices from behind the bedroom door bellowed.

"Aubrey! Why do I smell blood?!"

It was Alpha Parker, but I didn't stop what I was doing and kept going until I felt life getting drained out of me. My vision turned grayish, and another crash sounded just as I began to pass out.

Still, I sensed the embrace Alpha Parker gave to me. Seriously? What is wrong with this man? I'm a dirty woman. He really should stay away from me.

Then, at that point on, I couldn't feel anything, yet I could hear voices.

"No, please... Aubrey, stay awake!" I heard a familiar voice, and another chimed in, "She's dying!"

I let my mind wander, embracing the dark spots that clouded my vision.

"No, I won't let that happen!" A growl escaped the man's lips, and I slowly realized that it was Alpha Parker.

"She's not going to make it to the hospital," sobbed the girl.

My mind was hazy as the urge to sleep overwhelmed me, but I swore I could feel three people's presence. Indeed, it's Troy, Kyra, and my unhinged mate.

Why are they showing this much concern for me? Do they care that much?

"Aubrey, hold on. Stay awake!" Alpha Parker pleaded, his arms pulling my body forward.

"She's not going to make it, Alpha... But if you mark her, it could sustain her long enough to get her to the hospital!" Troy's voice snapped, and I somehow felt a strange sensation in my stomach. Mark me? No... Please...

I wanted to speak these words, but I didn't have enough strength.

"I don't think she'd want that!" Kyra became my voice of reason, bit Alpha Parker's following words shook me more.

"I don't care. I'm not letting her die." His voice sounded determined, making my ticker jolt.

Nonetheless, I could feel his urgency at keeping me alive.

The next thing I knew, his canines had sunk into my skin. With that, I felt a surge of energy. Something in his bite made me feel alive and warm; it was chilling to the bones.

The numbness spread throughout my body, and I welcomed it.

At the same time Alpha Parker pulled away, I propped up because the freezing feeling completely disappeared.

Warmth enveloped me, and it was comforting as hell.

Looking next to me with a surprised face, I pursed my lips. "W—Why?" I asked Alpha Parker as he licked his lips to smear my remaining blood away.

"Because I needed to save you."

Jolting lightly, I felt as if an upcoming train was racing inside me. Then, I felt weak and fell into his arms in a deep slumber.