Filed To Story: Goddess's Design His Fated Mate (Willow & Reuben)
Exiting the house, I slid into my car and peeled down the dirt road at full speed. All I wanted was to escape the clutches of my own dark impulses that urged me to claim her right then and there. Dex’s implicit approval of my sinister thoughts only fueled them further. He was a primal creature, driven by the instinct to mate and mark, but seeing Willow’s tears made it impossible for me to remain near her. I was the sole reason for her tears.
My eyes burned red, my mind a jumbled mess of unwanted emotions, and my heart torn and bleeded with an unbearable pain coursing through our mate bond. I seethed with anger towards myself. I wanted to obliterate everything around me, including myself, but I doubted it would bring an ounce of satisfaction or peace of mind when my entire being was still fixated on her.
Especially since I had left the front door wide open, giving her the opportunity to escape from me once more. I had done it intentionally, fully aware of my actions, and now my mind was consumed by one thought: what if I returned home to find her gone? What if she had indeed left and abandoned me? How would I cope with that possibility? Was I truly prepared to lose her?
Bringing my car to an abrupt halt in the middle of the woods, I pounded my hand against the steering wheel releasing all my frustration out on it.
“AAAA .”
I roared, slamming it repeatedly. It felt like I was losing my mind. At this point, with my emotions spiraling out of control, shifting into my wolf form and letting Dex take the lead seemed like the best option. However, it was just as dangerous to do.
Feeling suffocated, I rushed out of the car and vomited violently ignoring the ringing phone in my pocket. Since Willow’s escape, I hadn’t eaten a thing, so all that came up was water. My head throbbed and I felt sick, a rare occurrence for me. What the fuck was happening with me?
A while later, when my stomach was empty, I sat on the dirty ground, leaning against my car. Closing my eyes, I made an attempt to stop thinking about her, but my heart continued to beat wildly. That’s when my phone rang in my pocket once again. Frowning, I pulled it out with closed eyes and answered the call.
“Reuben, where are you?”
Oran’s voice came from the other end of the phone. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment to gather my thoughts.
“What’s the matter?”
I replied, my voice low as I got back into my car and started driving back. I didn’t want to engage in conversation at that moment.
“Were you at that abandoned packhouse outside Miami?”
He sounded desperate.
I slowly opened my eyes at his unexpected question, “How did you know?”
“I talked to Wyatt. The description he gave of the wolves that kidnapped Willow matches that of the rogues. Then there was news of rogues being killed outside of one of Miami’s abandoned packhouses. It was obvious that it was your doing. However, what I don’t understand is why you burned the packhouse down, Reuben? You shouldn’t have done that. If someone finds out, it will be a huge problem,”
he explained.
“What fire?”
I raised my eyebrows. “I did kill the rogues, but I never set fire to the packhouse,”
I claimed.
“What? If you didn’t do it, then how did everything burn down?”
Oran frowned, I heard the rustling of papers in the background. “I’ve sent you the photos to your phone. Check them out. The entire packhouse has been turned to ashes!”
he exclaimed. “There is one abnormality this time though, the dead bodies of the rogues were found!”
I put the call on hold and swiftly checked the photos Oran had sent me. The hand holding the phone abruptly froze as my eyes looked down at the pictures with a mixture of emotions. Before me lay a scene of devastation. Different from what I had left behind me. There was nothing left but ash. It had only taken me a few minutes to kill those rogues, I hadn’t had the time to waste on them when I needed to catch Willow before she could put too much distance between us. However, I distinctly remembered leaving that place with Willow in my car after that.
My hand tightened around the phone as my eyes darkened. If there had been no living beings in that area, then who the hell had set fire to the packhouse? Why choose that specific place to burn, and for what reason? My gaze drifted once again to Willow’s handkerchief that was tied around my wrist.
Unbeknownst to me, a figure entered the front yard of the abandoned pack house. Stopping amidst the ruins and debris, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in a scent in the air.
“She was here,”
he muttered, opening his eyes as his wolf emerged within them. The potent scent of her lingered in the air, indicating that she had been there just moments ago. “I’m too late ”
he murmured, his eyes devoid of emotion as he gazed down at the soon-to-be-deceased rogue beneath his foot. “Her scent seems to have grown stronger. Now even this disgustingly, dirty creature is picking it up too.”
“D Dark ”
the rogue could barely speak out of horror, his broken jaw making it difficult to form coherent words. One eye was ripped out, while the other was filled with blood. During his final moments, with the lower part of his body torn off by an unknown beast that had slaughtered them all without hesitation for the sake of a woman. While his upper body struggled for its last breath, he beheld the most terrifying figure in his life. Being the last survivor had become his curse.
“If you had taken my Rose, then you should have held onto her until I came to retrieve her, right?”
he raised his brows at the rogue, his emotionless gaze penetrating the rogue’s soul, “Now, how about you tell me who took my Rose away?”
he pressed the dying rogue’s face further into the ground, his voice low and deep. The rogue’s heart trembled as he was questioned about the Alpha that had taken Willow away. How did Dark know there was someone else involved? The thought of that beast of an Alpha gave the rogue a sense of true terror even though he was taking his last breath. He wished to lie and claim he didn’t know, but he didn’t dare to lie with the formidable man standing before him.
“It was?”
the man prompted, his voice cold yet low.
“An Alpha ”
the rogue confessed. In the next moment, his face was crushed under the pressure of the man’s foot, and his whole body started burning in fire.
“An Alpha,”
the man murmured, wiping the blood off his shoe onto the dead rogue’s upper body. “How annoying ”
With that, he lit a cigarette and turned to leave, leaving the sea of flames behind him.
***
“Reuben, are you there? Did you check the photos?”
Oran’s voice came from the phone again.
“Yes,”
I responded, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat and staring straight ahead as I increased the speed of the car.
“Don’t you think this situation has already gotten out of our control? It’s become creepy to the point where all the werewolves will be wiped off the map for sure,”
he stated worriedly.
“That will not happen. Now it is time for us to catch that mysterious attacker,”
the corner of my lips curled up slightly. “How?”
he exclaimed in surprised curiosity, “What do you have hidden up your sleeve?”
“Go to that packhouse outside of Miami. There you will find a small camera on the largest tree that is located closest to what used to be the packhouse. The packhouse is burnt but not the tree that I’m referring to, so you will be able to find it very easily,”
I explained. Everything that happened after I left will have been captured on it.”
“Wait a minute!”
Oran exclaimed in confusion. “You installed a camera? Are you saying that after you finished off those rogues and before leaving the area with Willow, you installed a camera in the nearby woods?”
he sought clarification.
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