Soulless ✔️

Chapter 12

The King's p.o.v

I still stood in the room, moments after watching them drag my mate away. My wolf wanted to rip apart any other male touching our mate.

"Why are you taking her away? We just got her! Bring her back! Don't let other males touch our mate! She's perfect!" My wolf keeps yelling over and over again in my mind.

"Shut up Zaire, or I'll block you. She's a Lycan." I growl at him.

"It doesn't matter, she's our mate!" He growls back.

With that comment I finally blocked him from my mind. I sigh and look around the room, realising that everyone is already gone except the blonde that is still at my side.

Why is she still here?

"Why are you still here?" I growl out, frustration and anger evident in my voice. She looks unfazed by my words which only angers my wolf more.

"I knew you'd realise that she was a fake and that I'm your real mate, baby." She said in a chirpy voice and snuggling up to my side.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Face. You are not and will never be my mate." My voice filled with so much venom and authority. She instantly pales and hurries outside.

My body is starting to shake, Zaire begging to be let out and take control. I hurry outside, slamming everything that is a door. Once I get outside, I shift, ripping all of my clothes to pieces. I push myself fast and hard, trying to my best rid my mind of the events.

I finally reach the familiar clearing with the waterfall. I stop at it for a second and peer down into the lake. My midnight black fur looking back at me. I was a large and powerful wolf, larger than the average Alpha even. I growl at my reflection and move away from the water. I pace back and forth, thoughts swarming my mind.

How could this happen? Why does the moon goddess despise me this much to give me a Lycan as a mate? Why does she need to be so beautiful? Why her? Why a Lycan?

That last thought echoes through my mind on a loop, like a broken record. I can't get over the fact that she's a Lycan. The very thought of knowing a Lycan wants to make me rip them apart. But now she's my mate. I have to talk to her eventually. Do something. I can't let Lycans walk around freely.

"What are you going to do? Kill our mate? Then what?" Zaire said, clearly frustrated by my way of thinking.

"Something needs to be done." I growl.

"I know you hate Lycans and I understand your reasons but they're also wolves. Plus she's our mate. The only one made for us, there has to be a reason for that. Fate doesn't just randomly put mates together. Plus if you hurt her, you'll have to deal with me." He growls the last part lowly, indicating to me that it's a threat.

"You know what they're capable of, you know what they did. They're monsters. They don't care." I growl further, not caring about his threat.

"Well then, go ahead, kill our mate." He said before he blocked me, but I noticed the pain behind his voice when he said that, the soft whine. Hearing those words hurt me, it sent a wave of sadness through me, starting from my heart.

Can I be the cause of my mate's death? Would I be able to live with that?

These thoughts also crossed my mind, bringing pain with them. Stupid mate bond. I decided on just going back and figuring it out later.

By the time I got back, the sun slready went down. I shifted and put on a pair of shorts from the multiple areas where they're available. I went upstairs, wanting to avoid all pack members. I slammed my door shut and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower.