Chapter Four
Iris’ POV
I turned my face away from his, struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill out of my eyes.
I wanted to curse the moon goddess for making my life miserable and not even giving me one fighting chance. What are the odds that the only being capable of saving me was the one I'm supposed to destroy? And why the hell is he so shallow?
I wanted to hit him and demand that he fight for us, that he prove himself worthy of my soul but alas! The fates decided and we must fall in line.
But I couldn't tell him my true name, after all, this sojourn of his wasn't for nothing.
He and his fellow white wolves are desperately searching for people like me.
To finish what they started.
“Iris Scarlett Foster,” a fake alias, spilled out of me, the one I'd formed on the spot the day I registered here.
I held my breath afterwards, waiting for him to cut the bond that held us together, begging to be completed.
But he was stuck in place as if reconsidering his opinion.
“I hope you know this isn't intentional. We're in the middle of a great tribulation, and it would be cruel of me to drag you into it. My enemies would see you as my weak point and –”
“Can you just do what you brought me here to do? I have to get back to training!” I snapped angrily.
I was angrier at myself than him at that moment because why the hell was I crying?
I wanted this; it was imperative for us to reject each other, so I could probably plan on killing him and his entire lineage.
So why were my cheeks stained with tears?
He leaned closer and cleaned them off, and I let him, savouring in the chilling pleasure of his skin on mine.
Afterwards, he cleared his throat, as though that would eliminate the fireworks going off between us.
"I, Alpha Lucian Night, of the Blue Moon Pack, hereby reject you…” he paused and I made the mistake of looking up. There was that one tear barely dropping from his eyes and it pleased me greatly. It was good to know I wasn't the only one suffering. “Iris Scarlet Forster. Our bond would no longer exist and you're free to be with another,” he finally finished.
I knew there was supposed to be intense pain on my end, I was human after all so I doubled over, crying for the first time in a while.
Although I was pretending the false breaking of the bond hurt me, I was truly in pain from everything I had to endure and yet, I wasn't given a moment's reprieve.
The bond still stretched as he awkwardly walked off, thinking his mission had been accomplished.
But with the fake name I gave to him, it was nothing but a waste of breath.
I kept staring at the spot long after he left, thinking about the life we would have had if circumstances were different.
And all the chances I had to bury a knife in his gut.
An opportunity I hadn’t taken.
But how could I? Definitely not here, where the Mayor would make an example out of me and if I cut off one head of the hydra snake, another would simply emerge.
I needed to finish my training and infiltrate their pack.
Then I shall exert my revenge.
“I knew you were a snake!” Sharon’s voice pierced through the chaos in my thoughts as I walked towards the restroom.
She approached from the side doors and it seemed she'd seen Alpha Lucian and I talking. Even a blind person could tell there was more to see than two random people talking.
Her eyes blazed with anger and her hands curled into fists by her side.
“Sharon…” I gritted my teeth.
I was at my wit's end already and with everything that had just happened, I wasn't in the right mindset to deal with a whining human.
“I told you I wanted him, that he was looking at me. Me, Iris. But you just had to throw yourself at him like our friendship means nothing.”
A frown creased the skin on my forehead. My wolf snarled in my head, begging to be let out so she can devour the woman that dared claim our mate. And after the rejection we'd faced, real or not, there was little I could do to stop her.
"We are not friends, Sharon,” I hissed. “Take a look at every single person in this building. None of them is your friend. They are here to fulfil an innate desire. Do you think anyone will willingly enlist to die? Would you be here if you had an option?"
She seemed to think about it for a second before shaking her head emphatically.
"Don't do that! Don't psych me like you do with the agents. You stole him from me!”
“This conversation is pointless,” I murmured under my breath, walking away from her. “I’ll tell the agents to pair me with someone else tomorrow.”
“You better do!” She yelled after me. “And watch your fucking back.”
I left Sharon behind and walked out of the building.
Flagging down a taxi was the easiest part of my journey back home. I gave him the address of the building ten minutes away from where I lived.
When I alighted, I walked towards the entrance, my hands fishing for non-existent keys in my bag while my eyes scanned the area. A boy kicked a pebble across the road, and I kept rummaging, waiting for him to leave.
After two minutes, I slung the bag over my back and took the small clearing beside the building into the woods. There were no paths in that area, because I always tried to cover it with each step I took.
After another ten minutes, I got to the front of the old, unassuming trap door. The leaves fell from above it as I pulled it open and stepped inside, making sure to close it after me. The stairway was cold and dark, but so was the rest of the apartment.
It had been that way for as long as I could remember.
A kettle whistled in the distance as I strode into the living room.
It smelled strange. The house, that is.
Tentatively, I shrugged my bag off my back and looked around, noting the broken coffee mug with the black contents spilled on the rug and the newspaper carelessly tossed in one corner of the living room.
“Aunt Lisandra,” I whispered, feeling panic and dread course through me.

























