Page 3 of Losing My Siren Luna
The water is exhilarating, rushing past me as I dive deep, twist my ductile new body and push back up to the surface.
As I break past the surface of the water, I look back to shore in the distance, at the beautiful castle I once thought was my future. Now, it is nothing but part of the nightmare of my past.
Good riddance.
Before I dive back down, movement on the shore catches my eyes.
Lachlan. He is wading into the shallows, calling me that damn nickname he has taken to calling me the last several months. Lira.
What right does he think he has to call me a nickname? Any name at all? He should just be thankful he is free, because heaven knows I am. I am free of him, and no matter what name he calls me, I will never come back.
Chapter 2
Lachlan POV
“Any sign?” I asked Nilo as he walked up to where I'd been standing at the docks for hours now.
When my guilt and my sorrow become too overwhelming, this is where I find myself, in this very spot, staring out at the sea.
She was gloriously beautiful, from her glowing hair to her broad, translucent fins, glimmering in the setting sunlight. That last sight of her before she dove beneath the water’s surface has been haunting my dreams for months now.
“No, Alpha. The ocean is too great. We will never find her, I’m afraid. I am sorry, but I don’t think there is any hope.”
No. There will never be hope of her return after the pain I put her through. I can see that now.
“I told you,”Killian, my Lycan snarls in my mind,“I warned you, begging you to be kind. You ruined everything. She was what we were looking for, but you turned her against us forever. She will never return. And….I don’t blame her. I just hope she finds the happiness she deserves. The happiness that she never found in us, her true mate.”
“Are you saying you could tolerate feeling the continuous pain of betrayal if she were to find happiness in another? Because I couldn’t. I can’t.”She was ours. Two years we had her in our grasp, but never noticed the bond.
I did not and will not accept the rejection. If she chooses another, I will know, and it will haunt me, pain me like I did to her for the longest time.
It will be no more than I deserve, but I will never give in.
How was I to know she was a hybrid? A fae? Her uncle claimed she was a pure Lycan, fathered by one of his strongest warriors while also bearing her mother’s alpha genes. How was I to know she was fathered by fae and not a lycan like he claimed?
I dismissed her after our forced wedding, knowing that if our contract marriage resulted in a child, I would be forced to fully mate her and reject my fated mate. I didn’t want to risk it, though she tempted me.
Her beauty was otherworldly. Her clear, flawless skin, her slim waist, her womanly curves and the rosy hue of her cheeks and pillowy lips. I wanted her, but hated myself for it.
I didn’t want to betray my fated mate by being stuck with another, so I constantly rejected her, thinking she was a temptation sent from hell to torment me and break my resolve.
Unknowingly, I betrayed my mate right in front of her, weekly, and sometimes daily when I couldn’t get the image of her beautiful face out of my mind.
I did not want to permanently bind myself to Wayne’s niece. The alliance was necessary when we were coming out of war with the northern clans, but I didn’t want to be stuck with that bastard in an alliance forever. He was just as likely to stab me in the back as the vampires and demons of the north.
For all the reasons I had to avoid Lira and bide my time to annul the marriage, it never changed how much of a temptation she was for me. I should have given into the urge instead of fighting it. I should have…..
“GAHHH!” I screamed, clutching my chest and sinking to my knees.
No…. NO!
She can’t be. Please….. no, my Lira.
“Alpha!” Nilo drips down beside me. “Is it..?”
The tightening in my neck as I strain myself to nod sends a stabbing pain down my spine. My heart feels as if it is being ripped in two. Killian is snarling and howling inside me, right at the surface, on the cusp of breaking free.
Is this the pain she endured? How? How did she endure it?
