Genuine Regret

Salana hurriedly walked down the stairs, feeling her chest tightening with every step she took. For the first time in the 45 years since she'd grown used to being the "Alpha's Chosen Mate", she felt genuine regret. As she exited the building, she leaned over the side and vomited the contents of her stomach. She leaned weakly against the walls, wondering when she became this person. Tears blurred her vision, and she felt light headed. She pushed herself up from the wall and slowly made her way to an alley not too far from the building. 

She knew that they thought she couldn't be bothered to see it happen, but the truth was that her own actions made her sick. She couldn't believe that she had so readily consigned another girl to the hell that she herself had gone through. She had done a lot of things in the past, even killed people, but this was the first time she felt so affected. 

Moon Goddess knew she hated the Alpha with every single bone in her body. She hated everything about him. She hated his pack, she hated his land, everything. He brought her nothing but despair and agony. Pretending to love him had been eating away at her for the past 100 years. Moon Goddess, she couldn't wait for his pack to be destroyed. She knew very well that there was no way the girl would go through with sacrificing herself for the pack, which was why she consented to Nathan's plan to take her there. If that bastard took her, he'd probably drug her. It wasn't as though he didn't have a history of it. 

Yes, what she wanted was the fallout from the Clear Moon Clan. She wanted them to take revenge. She wanted the Moon Lake Clan destroyed and buried along with her love and her parents. That was why she sent word to the Clear Moon Alpha that Nathan was planning to offer one of the girls to his subordinate as a prize. He was so foolish. He couldn't see the disgust Anthon had for him in his eyes, nor did he notice that Anthon was interested in both of them because of the surge of power that occurred during the dinner. He was weak. So weak, he couldn't even feel it. 

But she was glad he was too stupid to notice; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to continue plotting against him. She waited a short distance away for Anthon's lieutenant to show up. If he didn't in time, then she would have to give up her plans and save her, herself. She leaned against the wall, smiling to herself. Mother and father, your daughter will soon avenge you. Cyrus, soon we will be reunited. My love, just wait for me a bit longer. Just a bit. I'll be there soon, she thought, a gentle smile on her face. 

Her mind drifted back to when she first met Cyrus. She was out and walking home from buying groceries for her mother when her bag broke, spilling its contents. She rushed to pick everything up when a voice sounded above her.

"That's some bad luck you have there. Put everything in this box. I'll help you take it home. " When she looked up, she saw a delicate-looking boy with a kind face staring at her. The sun glowed behind him, enhancing his amber eyes. She was entranced. Her heart pounded and her breath caught in her chest. Her cheeks flushed at the thought that he'd find her weird, but as she looked at him, she saw that he was the same. Time stopped briefly for her and she felt her hand heating up. When she looked, she saw a symbol of a crescent moon. She was startled, looking at him in shock, only to realize he had one as well. 

Finding your Fated mate was a rare occurrence, especially so early in life. They smiled at each other, and he helped her up after picking the items up from the ground. She felt shy. She knew he could feel her emotions and even hear her heartbeat. Finally, he broke the ice by asking her, "What is your name?"

"Salana. Salana Nicholov. And yours? "

"Cyrus, Cyrus Ariti. Your name suits you very well. "

She burst out laughing. "How would you know? You've known me all of five minutes," she replied. 

"Your eyes. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and yours is as clear as a mirror. "

She turned to him, smiling as she thought to herself that he was indeed good with his words. They continued talking until they got to her home on the outskirts of town. As she opened the door, she yelled, "Mom, dad, I'm back and we have company."

Her mother came out, wiping her hands on a hand towel. She was surprised to see the young man standing outside the house. Oh my, she thought, what a delicate looking, handsome boy. My daughter never takes an interest in guys. I wonder what happened today? He bowed slightly, introducing himself: "My name is Cyrus Ariti. It's a pleasure to meet you. "

And how polite he is as well. "My name is Ariana. It's nice to meet you, Cyrus. What brings you here? "

"Mom, he's here because..." she paused, showing her hand, "because he's my mate."

Ariana was shocked. To be able to meet each other was already something rare, but to meet them this young was a miracle. She excitedly ran to tell her mate. He was as shocked as she was upon hearing it, but also incredibly happy for his daughter. What could be better? The feelings between fated mates were genuine since they were each other's soul mates. With this, he was sure his daughter would be happy for the rest of her life.