Chasing My Rejected Luna
Chapter 142

TEGAN'S

P.O.V

The room displayed more things than I ever expected to have feared-only a few memories of regret, which surprised me. I regretted more than I led myself to believe. But it wasn't my past that was haunting me. I could barely even look at my half-brother without wanting to cringe. How did he function? I didn't have a childhood, so I am not one to judge, but he had even less of a childhood than me. His actions were malicious and vile. But his actions were all taught from a young age, so saying he 'knew better' would be an incorrect term because it was all he knew. How he still had his humanity was beyond me. The room abruptly yanked us out of his mind while an echo of a thud could be heard. Once the spinning stopped and the room was once again padded-blackness, the realization sunk in.

"Oh goddess, Ezra!" I screamed as I rushed to his unconscious body lying on the cold ground.

What had they done? What was he doing here? I quickly checked for a pulse. The steady beating of his heart gave me a sense of relief that he was still alive and only unconscious.

"A man without any real power other than being an Alpha comes into the underworld unprotected and alone? He must really love you or he has an eagerness for death like you do." Trystan said sarcastically. "What have they done?" I asked more so to myself, but Trystan felt the need to respond anyhow.

"Clearly, they showed him mercy by knocking him out instead of killing him."

My eyes went right back to looking at Trystan as I processed his words. I was trying to think of a nice way to respond to his unnecessary commentary.

"You know, just because you had a shitty upbringing doesn't mean you have to be an a*s forever." I spat out.

Completely ignoring even myself while telling myself to play nice and bite my tongue.

"I'm not the only one with a shitty upbringing. Mommy left you too." He huffed out with a laugh. "We are both two tortured souls who happen to be related. We are from different worlds yet not so different at all." "I'm nothing like you."

"Oh no? So cutting your daddy's tongue out didn't send a thrill of excitement rushing through your veins? I saw the pleasure in your flaming eyes."

"It's on my regret list, Trystan." I spat out.

"Maybe, but it doesn't mean you regret doing it. Maybe you regret the way you felt when you did it. Or maybe you regret the power that you felt after you did it. The action itself, however, I doubt you regret at all." "Shut up." I hissed out, not wanting to hear more.

"For someone who clearly didn't want their mate, you sure act like you love him." He then replied, pushing every button he possibly could.

"There is no act. I do love him. You may have seen glimpses of my past where I pushed him away, but that doesn't mean you f*****g know me or how I feel."

I didn't understand why he was using what he saw in my past against me. It's not like I have said a single thing to make him feel guilty about what he has done. "What is your problem, anyway? You see inside my mind and try to use it against me. For what? What do you get out of it?" I then asked.

"Purely just satisfaction."

"What, the satisfaction that you are not alone? Do you get off on the idea that you aren't the only one who has a f****d up past?"

"At least I don't let my feelings cloud my judgment."

"Is that what this is about?"

"How'd it feel when you trusted another man over your fated mate and almost lost both you and your son's life?"

"What the hell is your problem, Trystan?"

"I have no problem. But clearly, you do." He replied with a laugh.

"That's a lie. You have plenty of issues. I've seen some of your past too. Yet I haven't used a single memory against you, so why are you doing it to me all of a sudden?" "Just having some fun. Trying to pass some unnecessary time while the room awaits for your lover to wake up so it can t*****e us some more with his darkening past." "You're afraid more people will see your dark side, aren't you?"

"Nope, not at all. I could care less."

"Whatever, lie to someone who hasn't seen you actively cry. But stop trying to make yourself feel better by trying to make me feel some type of way about my past. I've had a bad life, but you have to. I regret some shit, but so do you."

"I'd rather get the fuck out of here before you or your mate know everything about me. But yet, here I am stuck, so I might as well talk about it."

"You aren't talking about anything. You're trying to make me feel like shit so you won't think about whatever it is in your past that scares you more than what I've already been shown. But guess what, it's not going to work."

"I have nothing to hide." He spat out angrily.

"You've taken poor girls' lives for rituals for him and tortured countless souls to make him happy. Hell, you've even loved and lost. You were beaten and hurt by the one person that you wanted acceptance and love from. Clearly, you're damaged goods just like me. So what could possibly trump everything else I have seen so far?" I finally asked, using his past against him as he kept trying to do to me.

"Nothing. How about, instead of us using memories to hurt each other's feelings, we put our brains together to try and get the f**k out of here."

"Why didn't you just say that from the beginning, instead of whatever your goal was here!?"

"I had no goal, I just wanted to pass the time. What better way than to make you crumble with your past while I await for more of mine to show? But after talking a bit, it made me realize that I've never tried to escape from here with another powerful being before." "That's the weak mind in you. Trying to bring others down to make yourself feel better. It's sad, truthfully. But I'm done walking down memory lane with you as well. So tell me how am I supposed to help? I'm not sure how much assistance I will be, since I am powerless down here. But I want out of this damn room too, so what is your plan?"

"What do you mean by that you're powerless down here?"

"My gifts haven't worked since entering that damn house. I was trying to replace a long-lost brother but instead, I lost my gifts. I should never have searched for you, you should have remained lost. None of this was worth it."

My words made him fletch momentarily before he spoke again.

"It's a mind block. He can't actually take your gifts away, at least not by simply entering a house. He must've put a block on your mind. Convincing you that you are powerless."

"I can feel my body, and the gifts aren't there."

"Your mind is a powerful tool, Tegan. If there is one thing that you take from this experience, it should be that you need to get better at shielding your mind from those who love to play mind games. Let's fix that, so we can get the f**k out of here." Was he right? Was it all in my head? Could I have been using my powers all along and my mind simply convinced me that I couldn't?