Free Moon Bound (Glorious Darkness Book 1) by Unknown

roar. All animal and no man. Wounded. Betrayed. Alone.
    Why did she do this? Why did she save me now when she could have done it two years ago? Why did she give me a mate like him? Why did she allow me to flee?  
    The Moon never punished him because she always intended for me to do that.
    Free. I am free.  Sending back, I cry out my victory. Prevailing over him. Bittersweet, it's the only pleasure he'll ever give me. 
    Soon, the woman slows down. The world turns on its axis and, as the first rays of sunshine glimpse through, I am dropped down to my feet in front of an old truck.
    The vampire chic fishes the keys out of her jeans' front pocket, throws them at me, requesting, "Could you drive, please? I'll give you directions."
    I nod, slinging the duffel bag off my shoulder and throwing it into the back, then slide into the drivers' seat.
    The engine revs up on the first try.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

(11) Gone Girl
     
    |Regan's POV|
    His face is staring at me from behind the frame glass, my hands are itching, my fingers - trembling.  It's one of the few reminders I have left of the man who taught me so many hard lessons. My father.
    Do I see him in a different light now that I know what it is to be constantly rejected by your mate? Do I find an excuse for what he did? Will I be forced to do the same just to continue on the path he's set me on or will I choose another? Will I be able to live with her hating me like he lived with my mom, his own mate, hating him?
    History is repeating itself. The man who killed his mate has been killed by his son and now that son... now that son is living the same fate. The past can't be changed but what about the future?
    My hand acts on its own accord, flinging the frame into the air, throwing it at the closed door. The frame breaks, pieces of glass and broken wood falling to the hardwood floor, the picture laying underneath the ruins.
    So many lessons yet none of them can give me the answers I need now. He taught me how to live with the blood staining my hands, not how to avoid getting it on them in the first place.
    'Sacrifices must be made for the pack. This is what being an alpha means,'  I remember those words of his. A law he followed to the letter and made me follow too. I remember the look on his face when he realized I've finally come to take my place as the alpha of the pack, the leader who had to fall facing the one on the rise in his last moments of life. Those features have been stuck in the horrible realization of what he's made me do... at last.
    He hasn't been my first kill, far from it - he has nurtured the thirst for blood in me from an early age only to be just one of the many victims it would take. Always speaking about sacrifices, he has become one himself.
    Walking to the door, picking up the picture of him, I peer at that smiling face unsuspecting my betrayal, remembering all the things he made me do. Perhaps, it was those things that sealed my fate and led me to this moment or was it just me being weak, giving in to my father's harsh treatment too easily?
    Did I let him turn me into this monster or was it just me who turned on my own?
    The soft knock distracts me from my thoughts, the intruder standing on the opposite side and waiting for my invitation. It is the female, her scent wafting to me through the small cracks. A human will never get a whiff of her, but I am too far from human even without being an alpha, however, I am an alpha as well. And this is more than just a word for the moon children. I am the person who is supposed to protect them and put order to their animalistic instincts.
    But how can I do that when I've become a chaos myself?
    She's still waiting on the other side of the closed door, waiting for me to give the permission. Reluctant to do so, I know she's an important part of the mess I need to clean up if I am to ever have a chance with the mate who keeps rejecting me. Do I really want that chance? Or better yet, do I deserve