Alpha's Second Chance Nymph
Sacrifices For Sanity
Kairos
That's why my wolf was on the edge all day. He knew that our mate was near, he felt the pull of a soulmate. And I had felt it once, with my original mate. But second chances come rare so it never even crossed my mind. How could I get another mate? Out of all the people who were left with no mates I was the least deserving of one.
She turned towards me, but her gaze was fixed on her feet. I couldn’t see her face anymore under that hideous cape she wore.
My feelings were a lot different than when I met my first mate. Because my first mate was a blessing, someone who I waited for. But this woman. She was a shock. A gift that I didn’t expect. Didn’t ask for it. And most importantly, didn’t deserve it!
I looked up at the moon. I would have screamed at it if I had been alone. Why, Moon Goddess? Why have you burdened this woman with a mate like me? You must have known I can’t treat her as a mate should be treated. I can’t allow myself to feel again. I don’t want to feel again. So why? Why am I made to be a joke?
I wished I had never met her. Because then I wouldn’t have to hurt my own soul and yet I understood exactly what this meant. I couldn’t be without her, and she couldn’t be without me. We were bound by the Moon Goddess, to be one anothers. But she would never be mine, and I, never hers. I had my love story once. And I would never put myself in a position to repeat that same mistake again.
I let my eyes down to look at her silhouette. Even though her gaze was cast downward, her posture was impeccable. She carried herself with a grace and elegance that was hard to ignore. “What’s your name?” I found myself asking her.
I was starting to think she hadn’t heard me when she took so long to react. Or maybe she was just confused, I couldn’t blame her. “Adelie Murrell,” she replied, her voice as sweet as honey and it made my skin crawl and I hated it.
It was like the sweetest thing was in front of me, something I had longed for, dreamt of. So divine and yet I couldn’t have her.
I pushed away all my thoughts that were slowly ruining me on the spot. “I’m Kairos Garcia, Alpha of the Night Walkers pack,” I told her.
My declaration seemed to catch her attention, but she remained hidden beneath her hood. She must have known who I was, but I wondered which version of me she had been told about.
She was my mate, we would be both doomed if I’d let her go, the constant mind bending of where she was and what she was doing. I had my hands tied. I needed her in my pack to keep my sanity. I had to have her close. “Would you consider joining my pack?” I asked her and I understood how direct this was, out of the blue to be asking such a question with only knowing each other's names.
She paused for a moment before responding. “If that’s what I must do, Alpha.”
I understood how awful it was for my mate to call me an Alpha. But that's all I’ll ever be to her. Alpha, another pack member. And soon she will learn that too.
“Inform your Alpha Archibald that I’ll be there to pick you up tomorrow. Pack your belongings and be ready by five in the afternoon. I’ll personally escort you to my pack,” I commanded. Without another glance, I turned and headed back to my own pack. She would be close enough for us to not lose our minds, but I wouldn’t let her close to my heart. I couldn’t let history repeat itself.
My wolf was silent, angry that I hadn’t embraced her. But I couldn’t. I also couldn’t reject her—it would be a death sentence for both of us. Few werewolves survived rejection, and those who did often lost their minds. Rejection was known as the cruelest act imaginable. But right now I had a feeling my plan was nothing less than cruel.
I returned back late. The pack was quiet, peaceful but I couldn’t be feeling worse. I tried to sleep, get my mind off her, but the hours dragged. When I closed my eyes I saw her. When I had my eyes open I thought of her. I told myself it would pass, that it was only the effect of mate bond and if I don’t act on it, I will be fine. I hoped.
I pulled my pillow over my head to drown out any of the moon light that was disturbing me. Tried to sleep but couldn’t. Adelie, even the thought of her name made me lose my mind. Adelie. Adelie. Imagining having her here next to me. How I would have my arms around her. I would want to know how it was like to have her near, to feel her against me, touching every inch of her skin and feeling her hair fall through my fingers.
I felt my body burning up. I needed her. My feet stumbled out of my bed and I picked up the first clothes on my way. I ran downstairs and outside where there was fog covering the ground. My airways were closing up, but I didn’t stop, ran through the forest till my feet turned bloody. My white linen shirt ripped at the branches in my way.
I didn’t need directions, I felt it. I felt her near. And soon when the forest got cleaner and my feet didn’t sting anymore there she was, still in that same spot. Was she waiting for me? Perhaps she was summoned here just like I was, bothered to be apart. Feeling like never being content without a simple taste, or a touch of her skin, like fresh honey dripping through my fingers.
But now she was in the water. Her body floating in cricket sounds. My feet crushed a single branch under me and she scurried to see who was spying on her. Her face showed shock and then she eased up. Knowing me. I was her mate. I was hers and she was mine.
I stood there breathless, watching her. I was afraid. What if she were to reject me? What if she had already given up on me?
She slowly walked out of the water, coldly staring at me with those powerful eyes of hers. My eyes admired her dress. The same one who clinged on to her wet body like a second skin, nothing else underneath. My mind didn’t even need to imagine her. She was there, perfectly sculpted. “I’m sorry,” I muttered under my breath, still mesmerized by her shape. “Sorry I ran away,” I said again but I wasn’t sure she understood.
I needed her to understand, I ran up to her and fell to my knees and pulled her body to me. My face up to her stomach. “I need you,” I admitted despite all that I was going to do. All that I vowed to do. I felt her hands playing in my hair and my eyes closed. I felt her against me.
I shamelessly squeezed my hands in her sides, her breath stuttering out. I inhaled her scent. She was mine. Only mine. I wasn’t going to let her go.
My hand slid up her back and face raised up a little to graze my nose between her breasts. I was behaving, afraid to scare her off. I didn’t even look. But I felt how right she fit with me. And how no one else could ever fit better with me.
But my hands grew hungrier and I pulled her down to the ground. She folded like pudding under my touch, I laid her down and her dress had a dozen buttons going down her front. My eyes slid up to search for hers but her head was thrown back and her back arched to me. She didn’t need to say it, I saw it. Felt that whatever I felt she felt too. Shamelessly coming undone under the moon. Despite the cold breeze and her wet dress her skin was burning, the same as mine.
My fingers slid to undo the buttons of her top and my eyes melted into her raw skin. I needed a taste, a feel of what she was made of.
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