BLACK MATE

Chapter 8

Some Broken Heart' May Never Mend Some Memories May Never End Some Wet Tears May Never Dry But My Love For You Will Never Die...
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I have been doing my duty sternly, as it was the only thing that kept me sane. My heart has been in pain ever since I had lost her, I have to keep a hard facade over the past three months, I don't know how I have been doing it but what the former king told me has kept me on toes. I may never have another mate again but I must protect my kingdom whenever danger befalls it.

I still have the memories of my beautiful mate, I can never forget her, she is my all even in death. I can't imagine a life with another woman other than her. I just love her so much it's just doesn't feel right and my wolf forbade me not to take another or mate another who wasn't her, even a second chance mate won't be allowed and though a second chance mate us very rare, I firmly agrees with him unless that person is unique like our first mate.

I was working out in the pack's gym, I have been awoke from sleep four hours ago, that has been my routine ever since I lost her. I have been having nightmares for the past few months, I always awakes at twelve o'clock am, that's midnight. Breaking dawn has become my new task, every nightmare has been about the mysterious accident concerning my mate, the way her eyes were wide with fear, as if someone was instilling them in her heart for longer than expected.

I wish I had response to all my questions because without them, I feel like I'm walking on eggshells. I don't trust anyone right now, I have a nagging feeling that someone murdered my mate and made it looked like accident, I don't know why I have been thinking about that but nothing about the incident seem natural and I'm going to do everything within my strength to find the culprit.

After working out I was drenched in sweat, I walked upstairs to take a proper bath and wear my clothes. I quickly grabbed an apple before walking out into the morning breeze, I walked towards my house with a sad smile. Turning right, I strolled down the familiar coated path. I came to a halt beside a familiar grave .

Seated on the ground, I placed the royal blue flowers and green leaves beside me, a bittersweet reminder of her eyes. Grabbing a broom, I swept away the dry leaves from her grave, then sighed as I laid down.

"Good morning, my love. I hope you're well, because if you are, then I am too," I murmured, speaking to the wind. "I miss you more than words can say. Each day without you feels unbearable. Everyone tells me to stay strong, that you would want that. But it's so hard. Life without you is a constant struggle. I feel like a shell of who I used to be, surrounded by people but feeling utterly alone. Why did you leave me? Why did you do this to us? I'm a wreck without you, and I'm sorry for not being a better partner," I confessed, my voice shaking with emotion. The only reply was a yellow leaf falling gently onto her resting place.

For the past month, the pain of her absence has been a constant weight on my chest, crushing me with every breath I take. I find myself waking up each morning with a heavy heart, dreading facing another day without her by my side. The memories of our time together haunt me, both bringing me comfort and causing me immense pain.

I try to distract myself with daily tasks, but every moment of silence is filled with her absence. I see her in every corner of our home, imagining how hearing her laughter in every roo would have felt like. The loneliness that fills me in her absence is suffocating, leaving me gasping for air.

I often find myself lost in memories of her - how her smile would have been like if she had any, her touch, her scent is all that I think of. The pain of missing her is a constant ache in my chest, one that never seems to fade. I long to hear her voice, to feel her warmth beside me once more although she never really spoke with me. Without her, I feel incomplete, like a part of me is missing.

Grief has consumed me in ways I never thought possible. I find myself questioning everything, wondering what I could have done differently to change the outcome. Regret eats away at me, knowing that I will never be able to make things right with her again.

But as I sit beside her grave, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the memories of our encouter, I find a small glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I can find a way to live with the pain of her absence. To honor her memory and find a way to carry on, even when the thought of facing another day without her feels impossible. And so, with tears in my eyes and a heavy heart, I whisper once more to the wind, "Until we meet again, my love. I will carry you with me always."

After an hour at the pack house, I made my way to the kitchen for breakfast. As I sat down with a sandwich and a bottle of coke, the atmosphere in my office shifted when my brother and his followers appeared.

Ignoring their presence, I focused on my meal and checked my emails. Alex's tension was palpable, stemming from my refusal to bury my mate in the pack cemetery.

Our relationship had deteriorated, leaving only a strained Alpha-beta dynamic between us. A silent understanding kept us apart, and I preferred it that way. As Alex took a deep breath, I braced myself for what was to come.

"Marcel, it's been two months since you last spoke to any of us. We get your anger, but we're your friends and family. We were here before her and should remain your priority. Let's move on from the past and return to our normal lives," Alex spoke with authority, attempting to assert his dominance as Alpha.

"You always try to control me, Alex. I lost the only person meant for me. You all never gave her a chance to prove herself. You didn't support her, simply because she was a rogue, an outsider, and voiceless. You all played a role in tearing her away from me. And now you expect me to forget about her and carry on? What life do I have left, Alex? Can you even see any life in me when you look at me?" I choked back emotion, questioning my brother's lack of empathy.

It baffled me how he could be so callous toward my mate and my pain. The disbelief in Alex and his followers' eyes only fueled my wolf's rage, taking over completely.

"Get out of my office before my wolf decides to tear you apart without hesitation," I spoke with a venom that sent them fleeing, knowing I was barely holding back the fury within.

I needed to see someone before I lost control. Grabbing my phone, I stormed out of the office, slamming the door shut behind me. Heads would roll soon, and the primal instincts within me were itching to unleash their fury.

Walking briskly through the pack house, I made my way to the one person who could possibly understand the torment I was going through - one of our top warriors, Luna. As I stormed into her quarters, Luna turned to face me, concern evident in her eyes.

"Marcel, what's wrong?" Luna asked softly, reaching out a hand to touch my arm.

"They just don't understand, Luna. They never will," I muttered, my voice raw with emotion.

Luna nodded in understanding, her gaze unwavering. She and her mate had always been by my side, supporting me through thick and thin. I felt a sense of calm wash over me in her presence, grounding me in reality. They are the only ones who understands what I'm going through.

Taking a deep breath, I recounted the confrontation with Alex and his followers, the anger still burning within me. Luna listened intently, her expression a mix of sympathy and understanding.

"We will get through this, Marcel. Stay strong. Your mate may be gone, but you still have the pack to lead and you have me and Eric," Luna reassured me, her words giving me a sense of purpose amidst the chaos, Eric is her mate.

I nodded, feeling a sense of determination rise within me. I couldn't let my emotions consume me, not when the pack needed me more than ever. With Luna and Eric by my side, I felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the day unfolded, I focused on my duties as beta, burying my grief beneath a facade of strength. Deep down, however, the pain of losing my mate lingered, a reminder of the emptiness that now resided within me.

But with Eric and Luna's unwavering support, I knew that I wasn't alone in this battle. Together, we would weather the storm, emerging stronger than before. And as the sun set on another day in the pack house, I found solace in the bond that held us together, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume me, but I still felt a tinge of loneliness.

A/N: Is the story fine? I know there is so much sadness and longing but what can he do?

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