Page 84 of The Alpha Wolf Defying Fate

I looked back at Baer and Aurora. Two people who had once only been acquaintances, old schoolmates that I never spent much time with aside from competing with them and Sasha. Two people that after leaving the school I hadn’t given too much thought about.

Yet now, as I looked between them, I saw them as so much more.

They were just as much my family now as my uncle, and it wasn’t in their best interest to leave Sasha behind. It wasn’t in Sasha’s best interest to leave her behind, either. Hell, it wasn’t in my best interest to leave her behind.

I looked back at Minerva and took a step forward, her eyes sparkling with interest as she held out the vial.

“My uncle has lived two decades now without that magic. Twenty long years of missing a piece of himself that no witch should ever have to go through.” She reached out towards me with a smile, the vial in her open hand. “But he accepted that fate a long time ago. And he’d never forgive me if I turned my back on my family. It wasn’t what he taught me.”

Minerva’s smile fell as she realized what choice I was making.

“I choose Sasha. And I will always choose Sasha till the day I die.”

Her response of a cackling laugh as she threw the bottle in the air and I watched it disappear.

“Well, that day will certainly be today. Enjoy your choice while you can.”

She and her vampire mate disappeared into the dark smoke of her magic, the path between us and the gate now wide open. I opened my mouth to speak to the others, to give them encouragement as we stepped into our next fight, but only a bark came out.

“Well, guess she took that spell back from you,” Baer said with a pat to my head. “Don’t worry, we know what you wanted to say. Let’s go get our girl back.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Sasha

Aloudexplosionshookthe floor beneath our feet and the music finally stopped.

Morus let out a growl as smoke danced along the cracks of the ballroom door. The entire room seemed to hush, even the sounds from outside had ceased and everyone turned to stare at the doors.

I could feel the mate bond thrumming in my chest as I stared towards the door. The only sign to me that whatever had been happening outside those doors, it hadn’t ended. Not yet.

‘Yes,’the voice trickled into my mind, the fissure of the veil opening wider than before. Enough for me to see my wolf more clearly.‘He’s here.’

The doors shook then. The sounds of a snarling beast just on the other side sending shivers of excitement down my spine. I could feel myself stepping towards it. Drawn to that beastly howl like a moth to a flame.

“Sasha Darling,” Morus called to me as I stepped just out of his reach. “Come back here. They’ll take you away. It’s the voice that haunts you. The voice that frightened you so.”

‘No,’my wolf snarled in my head.‘He speaks of himself.’

‘Yes,’I agreed as my memories trickled through the fissure.‘I know.’

I looked at him as the memory of the dream of him came forward. The fear I had felt in the arms of another as they did their best to comfort me. I tried my best to summon the face of that person, but the fissure still seemed to be keeping those memories from me. But Morus’s spell of lies was already unraveling.

He was no mate of mine.

Another loud explosion came from the door and the heavy wood split open. Debris flew in every direction and screams from the dancing shadows erupted as they all backed away from the door just as I moved closer.

A large, dark brown wolf stepped through the smoke and debris. His teeth bared at the shadowy figures around me, and his moonlit eyes locked on mine.

The veil over my mind came crashing down as I met those familiar eyes. The images of the man behind the wolf filled my mind with memories and emotions. I gasped as they all hit me at once. The anger that he could pull from me. The desires and love that he stroked in my soul. And his words of encouragement.

“You are a gods damned warrior, Sasha Rigel-Chios. Don’t you ever forget it. You are strong.”

“Ayden,” I gasped out his name and stepped towards him. “Ayden!”

The scent of dark magic rose over the smell of smoke and fire. I gasped again as it wrapped its cold tendrils around my waist and pulled me away from the doors. A dark chuckle reached my ears as my feet dragged across the floor to Morus’s outstretched arms.

“I do not think so, Sasha Darling. You belong to me, just as you were always fated to from the moment you were born.” His arms wrapped around me, and I felt his thumb trace over the marks on the back of my neck. His touch set the spot on fire as the scent of dark magic wrapped itself around us both. “This beautiful mark is the mark of darkness that belongs to me.”

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