Destined To A Rejected One
Chapter 37

– You have to talk to her.

– She won’t accept my wishes…

– and you don’t accept hers.

– But… a child…

– You and she are not like other people, raise your children to be like you.

– I… I don’t know… It’s only been ten years since my birth, I don’t feel ready to be a father.

Mari smiles, Occisor only says that because he was raised among humans. To insist, alpha couples have as a priority the generation of offspring for the creation of the pack, but Occisor doesn’t think about that and observing the human world, human parents act differently from lycanthropic parents; and whether he wanted to or not, Occisor only had examples of parents in the human world.

– Talk to her about it, be kind and tell her that you are young, that you want to grow up a little more and have them when the world is less dangerous, I know that if you use the right words she will understand and love you for caring so much about the welfare of her children.

Occisor reflected on Mari’s words, and it felt good, that was all. All he needed was more time and then both he and his mate could have pups and still be happy, and the time needed was so that he alone could exterminate all the werewolves.

– I’ll talk to her as soon as we get there! – Occisor speaks confidently.

“She will understand and will release her entrance to me again!” – he thinks smiling. His body misses the warmth of his mate and the prospect of them copulating again makes him euphoric.

Mari and Occisor hasten their steps, just as the full moon hits the highest point they finally pass through the door to the first floor of the base. Occisor smells the intruders and is alarmed, Mari sniffs the air, recognising the owner of the rose perfume.

– They are not enemies – she speaks, causing Occisor to look at her in confusion.

– Who…?

– You’ve finally arrived! – Angèle speaks, drawing the attention of the family of supernatural predators to her.

– Who are you? – asks Occisor forcefully.

– If we haven’t been introduced before, my name is Angèle Benoit, heiress to the Kingdom of the Witches. These are my sisters, Lorraine and Catherine Benoit – she bows properly and is followed by her sisters – It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Occisor.

– Hum – is the only response she gets from Occisor, who is uncomfortable with the presence of the witches there.

The young man without another word leaves the room and heads for his room, his anxiety making him walk fast. He needs to talk to his destiny.

– Very polite, isn’t it? – says Lorraine, rolling her eyes as she watches him disappear down the corridor.

– Sorry, we don’t usually have visitors,” Mari says, smiling.

– Don’t bother about that, it’s our rudeness that we came unannounced – Angèle speaks cordially as always.

– What have you come here to do? – asks Mari, putting her bag down by the sofa.

– Well…

– Mari, where is Margaret? – Occisor rushes into the room.

– She’s gone on a mission to another country, why? Has something happened?

– Sasha’s gone! I need…

– That’s why we came here,” says Catherine, interrupting Occisor’s speech.

The young man looks at her angrily, his mind didn’t take a second to process the information and conclude that they were there because they wanted to blackmail him and without a second thought he starts attacking the third princess, his speed a little slower than a vampire, but ninety times faster than a witch. His large hand tightens around the neck of the third princess, suspending her from the ground.

– Where is she? – he asked in a deep voice, leaving the princess frightened and breathless.

– Let her go, you mangy dog! -The second princess puts a dagger near the neck of the humanised wolf.

The gleam of the silver blade does not intimidate the fearsome hunter, in fractions of seconds she throws the third princess against the wall and delivers a coup de grâce to the second princess making her drop the dagger. Lorraine elbows Occisor in the ribs causing him to loosen his grip on her neck, just as she was about to step on his foot with her heel, a voice catches her attention.

– I let her go! – Mari orders.

– They kidnapped Sasha! – she speaks loudly, squeezing Lorraine’s neck again, who bitterly regrets not having finished what she started.

– We have done no such feat, let go of my sister now! – commands Angèle, but all she gets from the man is a contemptuous and defiant look – Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

– What do you intend to do…

– flatus vocem meam audiunt, et levabunt vos de terra mea – she conjures in a firm voice.

All the windows on the first floor open with a loud bang, the winds hiss violently leaving Occisor alarmed, but without giving him time to process what was happening, he feels his body being pulled off the floor and against his will his arms open releasing the neck of the third princess, the sensation of being crushed by a great pressure makes him let out a grunt of pain, the air in his lungs begins to fail.

– Let go! – Mari with her speed approaches Angèle preparing to attack her.

– disseminabunt – as soon as the order is given, the winds drop Occisor, who falls backwards to the ground.

Mari runs towards the young man who coughs as much air out of his nostrils as he can.

– Are you all right? – asks Mari, running her hand over Occisor’s back.

– Understand, hunter – Angèle catches his eye – We have not come to hurt you.

– Your…

– I saw when your partner was kidnapped! – Catherine interrupts Occisor’s future curse.

– Speak! – she orders in a firm voice.

– You’re not her boss, della! – Lorena explodes with rage – You’re rude and unfriendly! I think it’s even a relief that she’s been kidnapped.

– Don’t play with fire…

– We’re here to negotiate, hunter,” Angèle interrupts him.

Occisor growls in frustration, he hates being interrupted.

– But of course, you low beings offend him with a look of disgust. What Occisor hated most was this kind of situation – What do you want?

– We want an alliance with the lycanthrope race – he speaks in a low voice.

– You’re negotiating with the wrong person! – he growls angrily.

– No, I’m negotiating with the future supreme alpha,” he says with a smile of conviction.

– You’re crazy – he gets up from the floor, massaging his neck.

– I want you to become the supreme alpha and end the war between wolves and witches!

– And why should I? I want them blown to bits!

– We are on the brink of extinction, I want to live in peace with the other races. I want our children to have a future.

– Oh! What a beautiful dream, little princess! – he says debauchedly – I have nothing to do with him!

– Agr! – Angèle begins to lose patience – Do you know what will happen tomorrow? Your destined girl will bear the offspring of another male, and then she will be killed in the cruelest way.

– What are you talking about?

– You have an hour to think, we’ll be back in an hour!

– aperiam in arce effi- cimur, Et pavet Haemonias – recites Lorena to her jewel and in three seconds a portal opens over the princesses’ heads taking them back home.

– Shit! – Occisor hits the wall.

A feeling of incompetence, of having no choice, of being at someone’s mercy. It’s the worst feeling for Occisor. His thoughts clouding over, he heads for the terrace of the base. The icy wind ruffles his hair and he sits down, staring up at the moon. He feels for the first time that he needs help. His eyes fill with water, he hugs his knees.

“What’s going on? I’m not one to cry…. But I don’t know what’s wrong with her! Is she being mistreated? Why haven’t you contacted me by thought? Where are you… Love?” – Tears fall like a river, her heart clenches like never before. The being he swore to kill when she appeared now leaves him anguished at the prospect of never seeing her again.

The anguish in his heart has reached Selene, who smiles. Her plan is now in the third phase.

The full moon begins to glow, the brightness catches the young man’s attention, who looks at it curiously. The silvery light emanating from the moon intensifies causing Ocisor to cover his eyes with his forearm. The light fades after three seconds, he looks up at the sky again but the moon is no longer there.

– What the…?

– Rodolfo – he hears his name called in a soft voice.

His eyes widen, the moon goddess has descended from the sky and assumed a mortal form. Her long silver hair catches the eye of Occisor, who has never seen anyone like this before.

– Who… Who are you? – he asks, standing up.

– I am your creator.

– What do you mean by that? Strange female! – Look at her suspiciously.

– Have you forgotten what Mari said about me?

Occisor searches his mind, taking a few seconds to recall the conversation he had as a puppy about the truth of his mother’s death.

– I… it can’t be… – he speaks in a daze, but soon the anger starts to grow in his mind – If you are the goddess… It’s your fault I was born the wrong way! It’s your fault my mother was killed!

– Don’t blame me for the actions of sinful wolves! You weren’t born wrong, I make the rules!

That made Occisor angrier, if she’s the one who makes the rules, why has she made so many people suffer?

– Why…. Why did you do that?

– The wolves have fallen out of favour, they are moving further and further away from me. I chose him.

The last sentence makes you look at him curiously.

– What do you mean by that?

– I chose you to save my children, my heritage, Rodolfo.

– I’m not… I’m not a saviour!

– Yes, you and Sasha. You are my chosen ones. I have given birth to a female from a womb born only male. I have given birth to a human baby grown in a lycanthrope womb. You are my chosen ones, you are children of my promise.

– You have made us go through all the suffering…

– No! I never wanted the suffering of any of my children.

– Then why?

– Because if I did nothing, the father god would do it.

– What are you saying? – Every word out of Selene’s mouth left Ocisor more and more confused.

– The werewolves have become evil, the strongest hurt the weakest, they are all my children. And on top of that, they hunt and enslave humans, they try to exterminate the other races created by other gods. My father wanted to exterminate you, but I interceded for you, I contacted the genuine couple but they did not listen to me. I had to act, and I chose you and Sasha.

Occisor falls silent, he remembers when he told Mari that he would like the races to live in harmony, but he never imagined that they were buying fights beyond Earth beings.

Selene approaches Occisor and embraces him, the warmth emanating from the goddess’ arms brings Occisor to tears. “She is so… Motherly” – he thinks and returns the tight embrace.

– I love you all, you are my dearest son, the one I love the most, you make my eyes brighten up. You are the one who most resembles the father of the wolves. And I know that he too is saddened by the path our children have taken. Please, my son, put them back on the right path.

The soft, gentle voice touched the depths of Ocisor’s heart and he pulled her even tighter into his arms.

– A… My mother… She…

– She’s with me, look at the stars, darling.

Occisor sniffles and, a few seconds later, his heart calms down and undoes the embrace.

– How… What should I do? – he asks, wiping away tears with the back of his hand.

– Accept the alliance with the witch race. Become supreme, the rest I will reveal later.

Occisor wanted to know what the rest would be, but let it pass. His partner was more important and time was running out.