Death Wolf Saga
Death Wolf Chapter 19

Thora pov

I wake up to see myself in a guest room. My body feeling weak ,as I immediately shoot up.

Feeling dizzy all of a sudden.

Where…who brought me here?

I feel something on my forehead and I lift my hand to see a wet cloth placed on my head. Removing it, I take a deep breath.

To only still.

It was the ceremony today…no..no…I couldn’t have missed it.

Volkan …no… please you can’t select someone else.

Pushing aside the comforter,I get up. Again feeling dizzy. Not caring about anything, I stumble forward.Rushing towards the door.

My footsteps staggering, as I run down the halls. The clapping sounds reverberating.

I see the large croud gathered downstairs and my heart drops in the pit of my stomach.

Volkan… please!

I beg in my mind, rushing down the stairs. Tripping over my foot to only hold the railing, almost balancing myself.

“Now for the most awaited moment of the decade!”

The anchor says, and my eyes widen. It’s not done…there is still hope.

Relief flooding my insides, to be only short lived.

“I would ask King Volkan to present himself on the stage!”

His back comes in my view, people making way for him. Bowing.

A black tuxedo, fitting him perfectly as he walks up the stairs with long confident steps.

My footsteps slowing down as I walk down the stairs. Clenching my fists.

I see the guests dressed in expensive clothes, turning around to look at me in disgust.

But I didn’t cared.

I was still in my sweatpants and zipper… ofcourse they would be surprised. I bet I would easily stand out in this high society crowd.

My attention shifts back to him as he ascends the stage, looking at the crowd. Smiling and nodding at them.

Ignorant of my heart breaking into pieces.

“Now! The decision has been made.”

The crowd cheers and I place my clenched fists near my heart. Tears pooling in my eyes.

Please..no… please.

“The lucky girl who has been selected by King Volkan as the future Queen of this Kingdom is…….”

There is silence as the beautiful girls lined in the front, wait in anticipation.

My heart thudding rapidly in my chest ,as I close my eyes. Breathing heavily.

“Princess Charlotte Augustus Balenciaga!! The first born of The Royal bloodlines of Balenciaga! The Kingdom of 5 states!”

“Everyone welcome her!”

Claps resonate in the hall,as my heart breaks into million pieces. My legs feeling weak suddenly,and vision going hazy.

To only taste salt on my lips,to realise they were my tears.

A beautiful women dresses in a mermaid blue dress, stands out of the croud.

Walking down the red carpet with head held high .

Her beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes and pale ivory skin, in complete contrast to my dark eyes, brown hair and warm beige skin.

She flashes a beautiful smile, walking up the stairs.

Her long dress trailing behind her and the long slit, making her toned legs longer.

Volkan offers her his palms and she takes it, making cameras to flash and guests to cheer.

His eyes looking at her in admiration. Mesmerised by her beauty like everyone else in the room.

She whispers something in his ear,and he nods. Before they both turn around towards the crowd as pass us a smile.

Rings are presented ,to seal this new bond.

And that’s when I for the first time in my life, experienced what a heartbreak felt like. My legs staggering back and next I know, I topple over a piece of metal flower vase behind me. It’s loud sound, resembling the sounds of my heart breaking.

Everyone stills and their attention diverts towards the cause of the nuisance, to only stop at me.

The looks of disgust intensifying.

My heart leaps in my heart as everyone stared, but my eyes. They only remain fixed on those smiling ones which now held Princess or rather Queen Charlotte’s hand in his.

The hands that caressed me last night….the hand that held me. We now making a promise to someone else.

Following everyone’s stare, his eyes stop and me. And the smile on his lips get’s replaced by a look of shock.

His cold eyes staring at me.

With not even an ounce of regret or longing. And that’s when I knew.

He would never select a lowlife like me.

What was I even thinking?

Why did I came here in the first place?

To see myself getting rejected with my eyes or maybe 0.000001% I hoped he will select me.

What a fool you are Thora. What a fool.

“King Volkan! Princess Charlotte! We may now proceed with the exchanging of rings!”

He stares into my teary eyes, emotionlessly. Not breaking the stare.

And holds her hands, picking up the ring.

I move my head in a no, to only have him stare.

Claiming her in front of me, while looking at me.

To show me the truth finally.

To show me that I never meant anything fir him.

The ring slides into her finger and she bleams staring at him. Returning it by placing her ring on his finger.

Those eyes of my mate…still staring.

Daring me look away.

Daring me to accept the truth.

“Now you may k**s the bride!”

The crowd claps, while I feel a sharp pain in my chest. My breathing turning rugged.

No! I can’t see this! I can’t

Meeting his cold eyes one last time,I turn my back on everyone. Rushing out.

I hit few guests, making them curse me.

But I don’t stop.

Determined to escape.

The claps again echo and I knew he had kissed her. The lips…the touch that only I have experienced till now…is no longer mine.

He didn’t belong to me now.

He was hers.

……..

It’s been hours, almost nightime.

I sit in the attic of this huge mansion. Surrounded by cleaning supplies.

Tears have long stopped, my eyes dried of them.

My lips chapped and an uneasiness settled in my stomach.

The full moon visible from the window, it’s moonlight. The only thing lighting the darkness around me.

Just few hours more and I will be experiencing hell.

Yes hell.

The pain of rejection resembles hell…it is heard that few females even die of it , the very first night.

The pain excruciating and unbearable.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door, making me get up immediately.

I thought no one knew I was here.

Who could it be?

Slowly creaking the door open, I was surprised to see Jason standing there.

A look of pity covering his features.

Did he knew?

“Beta Jason.”

I say, immediately bowing to show him respect. He nods, stepping in.

To look at the poor surroundings.

“Why are you here?”

He asks and I reply, keeping my head low.

“It’s just that…..I wanted some time alone.”

“That’s understood.”

He says, sighing and placing something wrapped in a cloth in my hands.

“These are the medicines Thora. You will need it.”

I look up at him in surprise.

“Beta Jason I-“

“Shh I know about you being Volkan’s ma-“

“I mean ex mate.”

“The pain is going to be really bad tonight Thora. Take these medicines and you will be fine.”

I stare at the cloth in my hands.

“He…he has sent them?”

Jason nods and I clench the cloth tightly.

Why does he even care? He was going to consummate with someone else and he shows as if he cares.

Placing back the cloth in his hand, I turn my back on him.

“Tell your Alpha. I don’t need it. I have survived all these years…I can also survive now.”

He sighs, almost pleading.

“Thora! You don’t understand! The pain… it’s like something you have never experienced.”

“I was asked to bring the doctor along but I knew you wouldn’t be comfortable. So I settled at them.”

“Please take them Thora.”

I remain silent, looking at the moon from the window.

Desperate to be left alone.

“Fine. Keep them there.”

“You may leave.”

He sighs, saying sorry and leaving. While I pick up the medicines to throw them in a corner in frustration.

Care? The fuc* I need his care now.

Breathing heavily, I lock the door getting ready for the pain. Picking up a cloth, and stuffing it in my mouth.

The screams are going to unbearable.

But I will make sure no one hears it, not even me.

Next I pick up a water bucket and fill it with cold water. Making the temperature almost mind numbing.

I stare at the chains laying in a corner and pick them up, Bolting my hands in the large metal claps and locking them.

I was almost done.

With my body immobile enough to not hurt myself during the heat . The cold water bucket, enough to make me dip my head in it, to numb my brain and senses.

And the cloth to silence my screams.

I was ready.

Leaning my head against the wall, and staring at the moon. Cursing my fate.

When the first wave hits me.

Marking the begining to my journey to hell.