...Brandon Scott...
When Brandon awoke the next morning, Amara was no longer lying in his bed. His hand swept over the cold, empty space beside him, and he deduced that she must have left some time ago. The events of the preceding night flooded his thoughts; Amara's bare figure was eternally etched in his memory. A surge of immense joy washed over him as he realized Amara had secured a special place in his heart. His wolf had finally found tranquility within him, but this did not change his desire to be with Amara at all times. Controlling the creature inside was becoming an increasingly difficult task. After a long shower and getting dressed, there was a knock at his door. As soon as he permitted entry, his Beta, Linkon, stepped into the room.
"What brings you to my chamber at this hour?"
"Your parents have just arrived at the castle. Alfa Scott has called for a meeting with Alfa James and requests your presence."
A slight headache began to throb in Brandon's temples, aware of what the discussion would entail. He had been willing to ally with Alfa Hanks and take Lina as his Luna, but that was before he met Amara. Just the thought of it made his heart sink. He sighed heavily, acknowledging the significant conflict of interests he now faced.
"Tell my father I will join him shortly." After pacing his room for a while, Brandon made his way to his father in the pack's council room. Upon arrival, he greeted his father, who occupied the seat next to Alfa Hanks's still-vacant chair. His father's worried expression did not escape Brandon's notice.
"Welcome, father."
"Thank you, son."
"I gather your visit pertains to the marriage alliance between us and the Royal family?"
"Yes, we are at a precarious moment; we need to strengthen our position. We've recently suffered an attack by vampires, losing several warriors, with others wounded. If you make Lina your Luna, their warriors will aid us, and our pack will grow stronger, becoming invincible."
Before Brandon could respond, the door swung open, revealing Alfa Hanks and Lina, her arm hooked through his, a broad smile on her face.
[...]
...Amara Follen...
Several days had passed since Amara last saw Brandon; their most recent encounter was the night they spent together. She only learned from her father a few days later that Brandon had returned to the Northern pack with Alfa Scott to deal with a vampire threat. They departed, taking some of the royal pack's finest werewolves. She feared for his safety and, in a way, missed him. Despite their brief acquaintance, she longed for him and had concluded that she had fallen deeply in love with Brandon.
Her life at the academy proceeded as usual, and she was grateful for her friends' company. Kyra had resumed treating her normally, and Mia remained her usual self. During a full-moon night, Amara ventured out for a walk, following a narrow path to a vast field filled with dandelions. Her heart raced when it caught the sight of the figure she had missed in recent days—Brandon, standing afar, gazing at the moon. His look was forlorn, his shoulders slumped—uncharacteristic for Brandon, who always carried himself with confidence. Amara ran toward him, heart swelling with anticipation, but as Brandon turned, giving her a cold look, her heart plummeted. She came to a halt beside him, watching the moon and stars in silence.
Brandon could clearly hear the woman's heartbeat; he could sense her feelings for him, complicating his situation further. He longed to embrace her and alleviate his longing, but circumstances had slipped from his control. As a future Alfa, his duty had to come first. He decided to bury his feelings for the good of his pack—the only way was to push her away, even if it tore him apart. His wolf writhed inside, already foreseeing his next move.
"If you have something to say, make it quick."
Amara took a deep breath, pondering before speaking. She felt the Brandon before her had changed.
"It's been a while since we last met, and about that night I..."
"Did you build up expectations? Let me clarify something. Beings like you are just warm bodies for an Alfa's bed, mere playthings we use and discard. Now that I've had my fill, you're useless, and I've chosen Lina as my Luna."
Brandon's words shattered Amara's heart. His cold delivery sliced through her, leaving her feeling like a fool for believing there could be a future together. The bitterness swelled to unbearable heights, and her knees gave way beneath her. Brandon watched the scene with deep sorrow, yet powerless to act.
Amara's pain was so intense that the Moon Goddess itself seemed to empathize, painting the once silver moon a blood-red hue. A pained shriek burst from her throat, her heartache manifesting more acutely with every memory replayed, something breaking inside her. A red light emanated from her chest, newfound power coursing through her body, her senses becoming painfully acute, her fangs piercing her lips.
In awe, Brandon watched as Amara rose; her skin was paler, and her turquoise eyes had turned a vivid red. Disoriented, his wolf took over, recognizing her as his mate. Amara heard his wolf's words and responded with a scornful smile. Brandon regained control, refusing to accept his mate as a bloodsucking creature. His best option was rejection.
"I, Alfa Brandon Scott, reject you, Amara Follen, creature of the night, as my mate."
Brandon's words inflicted another deep wound, and even without full comprehension, Amara fled at unprecedented speed, leaving Brandon's figure behind.
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