The Goddess's Mistake

The Goddess's Mistake

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I take a hurried step back nearly tripping over my own feet. My actions seem to cause a crestfallen expression to appear upon his beautiful face, but I don't really pay to much attention to that. I am far more concerned with the tell tale signs of a mate this stranger is giving off right now. The mesmerizing scent, his smoldering stare, feeling complete just by looking at him, and the sparks. The sparks, a spectacular explosion of tingles that rush up my body filling me with a breathtaking sensation of love. His hand reaches out towards me, but I simply stare at it with an unsure grimace. I feel a pang of concern when his hand drops back down dejectedly by his side, but I quickly brush it off. A feeling of overwhelming anxiety crashes down on me when the word mate springs to mind. I gulp when I see him take a step forward. I slightly shake my head while moving away hoping he won't touch me again, hoping I won't feel those damn sparks again. He closes his eyes, his body is stiff, and his face contorted in anguish. "You are my mate, so why... why do you look so afraid of me?" His voice breaks as if the mere thought of causing me to feel this way pained him. I don't respond, I can't. This isn't my mate, he can't be. My mate already rejected me, so this has to be a trick. I know this is trick, but why do I feel more content just seeing this stranger than I ever did with my mate? *Longer Description Inside*
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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