Chapter 45
Fury? Fury is Lady Celestia’s mate?
Fuck.
Suddenly, everything falls into place–No wonder they both acted so strangely around me… stiff, awkward, irritated. The Moon Goddess really has one hell of a sense of humor.
Whispers ripple through the pack like wildfire.
“They’re mates?”
“Lady Celestia… mated to a low–ranked pack warrior?”
“No, no. Fury’s not just any warrior–he’s the strongest one in the entire pack.”
“Strong or not, he’s still a nobody, not worthy of an Alpha King’s daughter.”
“I thought she’d end up with someone like Alpha Jack–not some nobody.”
Laughter follows that comment–ugly and loud.
I glance at Lady Celestia, just in time to see her face flush a deep, furious red–not from bashfulness, but from pure embarrassment. The smug, proud smirk slips off her face like melting wax. She looks like she wants to disappear… or murder someone. And unfortunately for Fury, all her burning hatred lands squarely on him, like he’s the reason her world just fell apart.
But even in the sea of judgmental whispers, my skin prickles with something else.
A presence. A stare, Unmoving, Cold,
It burns into me.
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I shift my gaze and find him–the man with the walking stick and those strange, unsettling eyes. He’s standing silently beside Celestia and the guards, but it’s not me he’s looking at. No–it’s my necklace. His eyes are fixed on it with a hunger that sends a chill slicing down my spine.
Who the hell is he?
Before I can dwell on it, Lady Celestia’s irritating voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Well, let’s not waste any more time and get this over with,” she says, as if discussing the weather. “I, Lady Celestia, daughter of the Alpha King, reject—”
She pauses, smirking now, turning toward Fury like this is some twisted performance rather than the breaking of a sacred bond.
“-what’s your name again?”
Before Fury can answer, I step forward, anger burning through the fear clawing at my chest.
“Why reject the one the Moon Goddess gave you?” I snap, glaring at her. “So you can go after mine? You don’t deserve Fury, but the Goddess still gave him to you as your other half. You should be grateful, not acting like a spoiled brat.”
The entire clearing falls silent. Fury glances at me, clearly shocked.
But Lady Celestia?
Her glare swings toward me, vicious and sharp enough to skins me alive, and I swear the air between us trembles. Her upper lip curls in disgust. “Shut your fucking mouth!” she hisses, practically spitting the words. “Jack is supposed to be mine. And today—today, I will have him. if he continues to refuse me, if you keep standing in my way…” Her voice drops into a dangerous purr. “Then i’ll be forced to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”
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“That you leave immediately without hurting my Luna.”
Celestia scoffs. “I’m not negotiating with a nobody,” she spits. “Mate or not,”
“Then don’t,” fury replies with a cold shrug. “But you know as well as I do if I don’t accept your rejection soon, our bond will only grow stronger. Our connection will deepen That wouldn’t be good for you. Do you really want to be tied to a nobody forever?”
Fine, she snaps.
Fury nods. “I don’t have a name in particular. I was an orphan… the pack named me. They call me Fury. That will work.”
Celestia swallows hard. Her voice trembles just slightly now. “, Lady Celestia, daughter of the Alpha King, reject you, Fury, as my mate.”
The moment the words leave her mouth, Fury’s body jolts like he’s been shot. He staggers forward, clutching his chest as a low, painful sound escapes him. He drops to one knee, face contorted in agony
Celestia can’t any better–she cries out and buckles, her body curling inward under the weight of the bond snapping. She turns toward him, her voice full of rage and desperation
“Accept it! Accept the fucking rejection, dammit!”
Fury breathes heavily, clearly fighting the pain. I see it in his eyes, the war–the hesitation.
“No, Fury,” I whisper, stepping closer, my hand brushing against his shoulder. “Don’t accept it. Don’t let her win like this.”
He looks up at me, eyes glossy with unshed tears… but also shining with something else: relief.
And then, he exhales
“I,Fury,” he rasps, “accept your rejection”
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