Soulstrings

Soulstrings

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"Okay, hear me out," Moon said, licking ketchup off her finger. "What if soulmates aren't people-but snacks? Like, what if my soulmate is literally fries with extra cheese?" Ainni snorted, sipping her cold brew. "That would explain a lot, actually." Shine giggled. "Honestly? I'd believe that. You talk more sweetly to food than anyone I've dated." Moon gasped. "Exactly! Food never breaks your heart. It just gives you cholesterol." Ainni shook her head, pretending to be annoyed. "And this, right here, is why I have trust issues." Shine leaned back, smiling at them. "I don't care. I love you both. This-this is peace." A moment of silence settled. The world felt far away. Ainni glanced at Moon's messy bun and Shine's soft eyes. She didn't say it, but she thought it-if peace had faces, it'd be theirs. Few months later ________ Ainni didn't flinch. Didn't yell. She simply looked at Shine, her voice steady, almost too steady. "All men are the same." The way she said it-it didn't feel like opinion. It felt like a wound turned to stone. Shine's lips parted, unsure whether to ask or stay quiet. Moon, ever the soft one, tried to lighten the air. "But... maybe we should at least listen to him once?" Her voice was small, hopeful. Ainni's head snapped toward her. "Of course you'd say that," she snapped, sharp as glass. "That's why you get hurt." Moon's face fell. Just like that, the warmth drained. She quietly stood, eyes glossy, and walked away without a word. Shine watched her leave, jaw clenched. "You didn't have to be cruel." Ainni shrugged, bitterness simmering. "Someone needs to say it. They're all the same. Liars in different skins." But this time, Shine had enough. "Enough!" she shouted, voice cracking. "Stop dragging me into your bitterness. If you want to hate the world, do it alone." And just like that, silence swallowed them. Not peaceful-shattering.
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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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