Hello, random combination of genetic code, shaped by random occurrences, who happened to randomly decide to open this and then also read the brief description. I'm the narrator, I'll tell you what's happening, but unfortunately, not necessarily why. For example, right now, -insert name here- read over the text, deciding whether or not to leave. I do this because it's why I exist, and that's because the writer decided that's why I exist, so I'm a random thought created by a random combination of genetic etc.
Now, let me give you a little insight on the story, our main character is discovered, they have a desire, and the "antagonist" conflicts with the main character achieving their desire. Our story is composed of an opening, rising action, a climax, falling action, and a wrap up.
What? Did you want me to spoil the story? That would be rude!
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Okay, I'll tell you this, the story is a sci-fi, minor post apocalyptic/multiverse based story.
Light is found... Kinda
This was a story I wrote based off of an idea I had about a year ago. The original concept was very "imaginative" (It was basically bad fan fiction of itself) I'll be branching off of this later, but for now, this has 75% of my full attention.
"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.