Fated Or Doomed

Harlots

Travis

        I hated every second of this. I fight the urge to rip out every heart I come in contact with. Maybe then everyone will understood what I'm going through. Worst of it all, I couldn't sense her one bit. The lost of her roasted hazel nut has me derange.              

      I thought something change when I had a more sharpen pain one moment. I couldn't breathe. And an image of her flooded my mind. But soon enough it all went away. I beat off a Delta who tried to comfort me. Took a bit for me to just walk off as I try to bring the feeling back of hers. But it went away and hasn't return.         
           

      "God damn it!! I need to go. I have to go to her!!"

      "You know the consequence of that. We have shit to do. She'll find her way back to us."         
     

      "No, no! We have to go we have to go to her now. I need to see her. I need to smell her. I just.." I begin to panic in her cost.    

      "She's near but far!" Malcolm growl in feral at me. "But we made a deal so let me fix this."

      Malcolm occupied our time away from the pain with anger. There was always anger. It was more black than every. More red than I crave. We feed on different things. Wanting an non-ending feast that may bring her back. But everyone had a say in how we did so. How we fucking live!      
         

      Fucking Elders!                    

      Most of my days since we have lost Elizabeth presences, I have been occupied with nonsense meetings and dates that Beta and Gamma had arrange. Believing it was good for me.

      Dumbasses.              

      It all ran under the hands of my Luna's brother mainly. It was him. My brother and once my most trusted friend ever.        
      

      He had not only encourage this mischief. He arrange every single one of them. And I had no choice after pushing them away. I canceled all of them. But after a long annoying talk I said fuck it. If it gets everyone to shut the fuck up about it. I agreed.                 

      "Don't aspect me to be fucking nice or anything! I'm not agreeing to a single harlot!" Malcom tells Mason.

      "Just act like an Alpha who some what nice. It will get the Elders and other Alphas off your back."

      "I have other shit to handle but this. We need to improve our line for Luna's return." Mason gave us a long face.

      "Act the part and everything will move on Malcolm. No more after these. I swear."

      And I held him up to it. The play along he asked was not the ideal to get her back in our arms. I don't want some whore coming here thinking she can just waltz in and replace my mate. Because no one can.

      Every God damn day was hell. Every second was worst. I fought demons inside my mind on the battle of what to do. And even with every task I take to run to her. Mason was there to remind me my failure and more.                   

      We always fought. He stands his ground as Beta but with every dark redness I see with my fist up to his face. He says the one thing that brought me back. "In time she will see what you've done. Regardless she will."            
       

      I will huff and shove him away. Returning back as Alpha. I would pray to Goddess when I could. Pleading she is okay without us. I grew demons in the day and night without her. And I knew hers always grew without me to ease her back to reality. I worry they grew with the distances she made.