𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑑 ~ 𝑊𝐿𝑊 |One series| Book 2

Chapter Sixteen// I warned you

~Alessandra~

(𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑)

Each of every day, of every hour, of every second, I was thinking about that mirror. Thinking about what that elf had said to me.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬，𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴"

Eventually I couldn't take the temptation any longer and found my way easily through the underworld or what mortals call it "Hell".

I knew every inch of my territory. Every curve of the hallway, the feel of the fire beneath the floor, Every room and whats inside them.

Every person, or animal the resides in my realm I know, their names and who they are and why they're here. Whether they are here to serve me or burn in my fire.

The room was chilly when I walked in. I could hear no screams, or crackling of fire. It was strangely silent tonight, like everything completely went silent immediately when I walked into the room.

The broken mirror glimmered from the light casting in behind me. I shut the door and let my knees fall beneath me in front of the mirror, glass crunched under me.

My reflection in the mirror did not frighten me anymore. Instead of feeling ugly, and disgusting, I felt sexy, self-assured, powerful.

I remembered everything, or what I assumed was everything. I remembered every detail from my childhood, my name, my age, every person I've fucked to every person I've hated.

There was one little thing itching at my brain, this mirror, and the idea that I was forgetting something important.

Before I could even let my hand touch the mirror something flickered. I leaned back as In the mirror I saw someone sitting on their knees in front of a headstone, a headstone with my name on it.

"𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴" the voice of a women  sounded so broken and tired. Her head was angled towards the ground, her arms were wrapped around her body.

A purple dragon that looked to be a Cockatrice, sat by the women's side. Soft whines left the Cockatrice's throat as it tried to comfort the women.

The cockatrice seemed heartbroken excessively by the way its tail curled underneath itself.

The women let out a bone crushing cry. I felt it in my soul the way the pain left her, the way agonzing grief was lingering in her.

Before I could even register the scene going on in front of my face, the setting changed.

A gorgeous gorgeous dark skinned women with overly curly hair sitting on a throne appeared. Glass of wine in her right hand.

She wore a small crown ontop of her head. Her face was unwavering, expressionless and cold. She reminded me of any doyenne, shielding their eyes from any passion and sealing any emotion from their countenance. In a field of wanting to be respected and taken seriously there was no room for emotion.

Emotion is taken as weakness, especially if you are a woman in a male dominated world.

Looking at this women all I could thinks was "Gods this women was beautiful" and when she smiled.

She looked like someone I know, and I did, I knew her.
Rose, her name was Rose Novak. She was girlfriend before I died. The women I was planning to marry.

Secretly I had everything already planned for when I was going to purpose. I had a ring, a beautiful sapphire blue ring.

Just then I thought of someone else.

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧. My son appeared in the split of the mirror, toothy grin and cubby cheeks.

My ex husband salth held Leon in his arms as I watched them from a chair in the corner of a room. My son kicked his little legs and laughed the hardest and cutest I've ever heard.

The image of me holding my son in the nursery, feeding him as I looked out of a window that faced the garden of the palace, I watched rose as she laid in a bed of slithering flowers.

The image before me flickered, once, twice and everything returned back to my reflection.
I was looking at myself whose eyes were full of falling tears.

How could I forget them. How could I forget the two most important people in my life. I was so angry with myself. But it isn't my fault I lost my memory, I have to remember that.

Seeing rose grieve my death like that made my heart ache, it made me want to take her place.

Knowing my son was grieving me as well, fuck I couldn't take it I couldn't bare the thought of my child hurting.

Grief is a whole other level of sadness, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

I wiped my eyes. I knew what I needed to do, I needed to get the fuck out of here and go home to my son and my girlfriend. It would be a shock but in the end they will be happy I'm alive, that I'm with them again.

Still looking at my own reflection, everything around me dark besides my glowing eyes I made a promise
"𝐈𝐦. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞."

The door creaked open behind me and then I heard my father's voice "Alessandra, things aren't going to be as they once were I hope you know that" He sounded solemn. His voice was soft and patient, more than my mother ever is.

He continued after a long moment of silence "your mate bond with her is well.." He paused as if he didn't want to say it. As if it pained 𝐡𝐢𝐦, That made me enraged.

"Is what!" I gritted through my teeth. I felt that whatever he was going to say wasn't going to be anything good.

My father sighed and said what I was fearing "your mate bond is broken, far past broken and when you died the bond split in half, it can not be fixed I'm sorry"

I stayed silent. Things rushed around in my head, Questions I didn't want to ask and eventually my father left, leaving me in the room by myself.

My chest raised and fell. The world felt like it was crushing down on top of me as my father's words repeated in my head.

If me and rose were no longer
Connected through mate bond, why did it still feel like I was attached to her, like I could feel her even tho we were worlds and worlds away.

"I warned you Aless" the voice of an elf said from the corner of the room ever so silently "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮"