My Alpha Bled Me for My Twin Chapter 07
“Touch my Luna, and I’ll rip your throat out!”
Silas’s ferocious roar violently echoed through the emergency room, his Alpha aura exploding outward like a physical storm.
But the leader of the Shadow Coven merely scoffed.
He slammed a blood–stained parchment against the empty air. Crimson runes flared instantly, blinding and harsh.
“Your mate mark is dead, Silas. Under the laws of the Moon Goddess, you no longer have the right to even touch her corpse.”
Dark magic manifested as a heavy kinetic blow, effortlessly shattering Silas’s mental defenses.
A ragged grunt tore from his chest. His massive frame was violently pinned to the floor, utterly immobilized.
He could do nothing but watch helplessly as the mysterious mercenaries carted my “lifeless” shell out of the room.
Fifteen minutes later, inside a violently swaying carriage, the potion’s paralyzing grip finally melted away beneath the Coven’s awakening ritual.
My lungs spasmed, greedily gulping in the freezing air. I was alive.
This was the extraction plan I had brokered with the Coven.
Silas had wounded me beyond repair, so I wanted him to watch me “die” right in front of his eyes.
I wanted him to carry the sin of driving his mate to her death, drowning in a bottomless abyss of regret for the rest of his miserable life.
Deep within the Black Forest along the borderlands, I traded the ironic moonstone tiara for underworld gold, settling my final tab with the mercenaries.
Watching the assassins pack up, ready to melt into the night for their next hunt, I called out to their leader.
“Can I join the Shadow Coven?”
Under his scrutinizing gaze, I kept my voice calm.
“There are countless werewolves broken by their Alphas in this world. I know the sheer, tearing agony of being driven to fake your own death just to survive.” I gently rested a hand on my scarred, hollow abdomen. “I want to be part of the force that pulls them out of the dark.”
The leader studied me for a long, heavy moment before finally giving a single nod. A black ring dropped heavy and cold into my palm,
However, three days later, just as I thought I had completely severed ties with the Obsidian Pack and could start breathing anew, trouble found me faster than I could have ever anticipated.
A frantic, magically sealed missive arrived from the Darkforge Crematorium, the facility tasked with staging the fake incineration of my “body”: Silas has completely lost his mind.
He had tracked down the location. Leading his elite Enforcers, he had stormed the facility by force, demanding my remains. In his manic frenzy, he had smashed open the ice coffin–only to find it empty.
The lingering scents of blood and the shattered runic circles had laid out a trail right to my doorstep.
I barely had a second to process this news when the thick door of my safe house exploded inward with a deafening crack.
Through the swirling snow and splintered wood stood Silas.
The untouchable Alpha was gone. His imposing frame was hunched, violent tremors wracking his body. A heavy shadow of stubble darkened his jawline, and his golden eyes, bloodshot and frantic, darted around like a cornered, dying beast, But the second his gaze locked onto me, wild, desperate ecstasy ignited in the deadened depths of his eyes.
“Aria… I knew it! I knew you weren’t dead!”
He stumbled toward me, reaching out, but hit the invisible wall of my absolute, freezing apathy.
He froze a few inches away. In the next second, this arrogant Alpha dropped heavily to his knees.
“I saw the memory stone in the wooden box! If you didn’t hear my wails outside the emergency room, then I’ll say it to your face a thousand times!”
Silas’s voice was a shredded rasp. Tears splashed against the floorboards. “I know I committed an unforgivable sin. It wasn’t until the second you stopped breathing that I realized how catastrophically wrong I was, and how foul Elara truly is!”
“Aria, you might not believe me, but growing up… my wolf always wanted you. It was always you.”
He violently gripped his own hair, pleading in raw agony.
“But then… that year at Shadow Cliff. In the dead of the blizzard, Elara climbed down into the abyss and saved my life. That debt completely blinded my rationality. I mistook toxic gratitude for love, I did all those monstrous, unforgivable things to you just to ensure she could bear pups…”
“But now I know my own heart! Please, Aria, I’m begging you, Give me one more chance. Come back tothe territory with me. Let me spend the rest of my life making everything up to you!”
Looking at the pathetic, flickering hope in his eyes, I offered him a cold, hollow laugh and shook my head.
“Silas. After all these years, you still don’t know?” I stared down at him.
“Between me and that woman–which one of us actually had the guts to scale a sheer cliff in a blizzard, and which one has such a crippling fear of heights that she won’t even step foot on a suspension bridge?”
“You swore you loved Elara to her face, then crawl here swearing you love me. From the very beginning, the only thing you’ve ever loved is yourself and pathetic pride!”
I looked down at him with absolute disdain.
“You destroyed my wolf. You stripped away my ability to bear pups. You bled me dry with zero boundaries! Running here now to play the devoted, heartbroken mate only reminds me, over and over again, of how genuinely sickening you are.”
All the blood instantly drained from Silas’s face.
He stared at me with the absolute, ruinous horror of a man struck by lightning.
“The one who saved me at the bottom of the cliff… It was you all along?!”
I offered neither confirmation nor denial–only a hard gaze.
As the devastating weight of a truth delayed by three agonizing years crashed down on him, Silas curled in on himself, shrinking until he looked like a hollow husk.
He slowly lifted his eyes, his voice trembling so violently he could barely form words.
“So, Aria… we really can’t go back, can we?”
“Our mate bond was a sickness built entirely on your one–sided lies and manipulation. What is there to go back to?”
I took a step backward, moving to shut the door and banish this ghost from my reality.
Silas didn’t try to force his way in. But just as the heavy wood was about to click shut, his bloody, mangled fingers gripped the doorframe, Mutilating obsession and sheer desperation flared in his bloodshot eyes.
“Wait for me, Aria,” he gritted out, eyes locked onto mine, emphasizing every single syllable, “I will show you exactly how far I’ll go to atone.”
The door shut with merciless finality, trapping the mad, broken Alpha out in the blinding snow,