Destined To A Rejected One
Chapter 35

One moon later:

Even after a week of discussion about the children, Sasha had turned cold and was no longer giving herself to her partner. She was ignoring him and this situation was making Mari’s hair stand on end. Occisor was again being rude and thick, with the coldness coming from the female, Occisor was taking all the assignments for himself, thus staying out of the house all day and also managing to stay more than one day. Sasha no longer eats at the table and hunts alone in the forest every morning, spending the rest of the day inside the library reading novels.

Today is no different. Hunting and reading are Sasha’s programmes.

Sasha walks with slow steps, she is not hungry, but she refuses to go a day without food. He has been hungry for too long, and now that he has a way to feed himself, he won’t spoil it with sad feelings. “It would be an insult to everything Guila has done for me”-that’s what he thinks every time he feels like not getting out of bed.

“Agr! Idiot!” – she always curses Occisor as an idiot, however only in thoughts.

The forest always dressed in white, the icy wind whistling in her ears carrying the sound of the herd’s footsteps where she had found her prey. Sasha tries not to think of anything but the hunt, and because of her total concentration on the servants before her, she pays no attention to her surroundings. Covered by the forest were they, at the top of the tree was the hired man.

Already transformed, Sasha placed her claws on the snow fluffed ground preparing to advance on her prey that was eating the tree roots, however, before she could leap a stab to her neck made her stagnate, her breathing became slower and slower and her vision became more and more blurred, her legs became shaky, and then another stab to her neck made her fall to the ground unconscious, her body slowly returning to human form.

The genuine alpha and his pack also return to their human form and come out from behind the trees, approaching Sasha. The human man jumps out of the tree and stands next to the unconscious young woman. His gaze upon her is one of pure disgust and hatred, he now feels vengeful.

– What’s inside the weak? – Kratos asks.

– A lion tranquilliser, it came from Africa and here we increase it a hundred and thirty times – he smiles and twirls the small gun on his index finger – This wretch is hard to fall, she took two weak tranquilliser!

Kratos stops in front of the young woman and looks at her offspring, her face is no longer pale as he remembered it, the body also had noticeable changes, it was no longer slim, now it had generous curves and full breasts. To him, if it wasn’t for the spots on her back and the scars, he would say she was an ordinary female.

– Tell your commander that I thank him for returning my calf – with his foot he turns the young woman’s face a little, noticing that she sleeps heavily.

– Don’t forget that it’s to make her suffer a lot! That bastard…

– You’d better not give me orders, have you forgotten who I am? – Look at him with a deadly stare.

– Y… I was just reminding him of the deal.

– Are you insulting my memory, you insolent being? You think I’m like you humans? You bunch of traitors! – he threateningly approaches the human who begins to tremble with fear, his five foot seven inches no match for the two-metre wall of pure muscle.

– That was not my intention… Now that everything is settled, I leave the rest to you.

The human begins to flee from the pack of naked wolves. Overhead, a black raven watched everything.

Kratos picks up his young and places them inside a nylon bag. The genuine beta, Lacios is the first to transform, Kratos ties the straps of the bag around Lacios’ neck and begins to run. It will take them all day to reach their homeland.

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In the palace of the witches

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– Sister! – the third princess returns to her humanised form.

– Were you able to deliver the message, Catherine? – Angèle closes the logbook.

– I went to the base, but there was no one there… Apart from the human officials.

– Damn it… I need to…

– Angèle, on the way back I saw something strange.

– What was it?

– A white she-wolf with a red back, she was hunting, I realised that it was the genuine one’s offspring, I don’t know what she was doing there. But at that moment it looked like it was going to hunt. She is very brave, hunting in the city of Occisor.

– Mari told me that one of her sons found her destined about two months ago, it must be her,” concluded Angèle, recalling the conversation of a month ago.

– So she was stolen!

– What are you talking about? – she asked with a frown.

– A human hit her with two tranquilisers, and the wolves of the real alpha’s pack put her in a bag and took her away.

– Holy goddess Triplex! – Angèle speaks in surprise.

– Vom certain Occisor is after her, and this time I think he’ll kill them all! – Catherine says, remembering the countless slaughters that Occisor has spread throughout the land.

The third princess, Catherine Benoit, is the bearer of the Spinel of Hope jewel, she can transform herself into anything, be it an animal, a plant, an object; she can even transform herself into water and mix with a river or a sea. All she has to do is imagine it, and the transformation happens perfectly. Catherine is one of the beauties of the castle, her long, wavy light brown hair, her thin, upturned nose, her thin, pink mouth, like her sisters, her face is round. Her height is one metre eighty-one centimetres. The third princess wears her jewel as a necklace.

– This could be our chance! – exclaims Angèle suddenly, leaving her sister confused.

– O… What do you mean?

– Occisor wants his mate back, he’ll take on all the wolves and if we can convince him… he can win the leadership of the pack, and become…

– The supreme alpha – Catherine speaks with her eyes shining.

– Yes! And then we’ll have the wolves as allies. It’s perfect!

– True, but… How are you going to convince him to do it? He hates werewolves and everyone knows he wants to exterminate them all. And surely, when he replaces out about that… The hatred will grow even more, sister.

– You’re right… But you have to take a chance, hope that the moon goddess is in favour of this endeavour.

No one could ever imagine a witch begging or praying to the god of another supernatural being. But Angèle Benoit is different; she admires Selene. When she read what made her create the first lycanthrope couple, her heart warmed.

– It’s even strange to hear that, who knew? We used to despise this goddess so much and now we have to encourage her to help us. It’s even comical.

– Yes, Cathe, but it’s what we have left. It’s for our people.

– When are we going to go?

– We’re going now, we’re going to call our second princess, Lorraine.

Angèle went to the doors of her chambers and spoke to one of the guards.

– Call the chief princess of the guard, Lorraine.

– Yes, Your Majesty.

After three minutes, the second princess enters from Angèle’s room.

– We’re going to the Van Helsings’ base.

– Why?

– An opportunity has arisen to get our alliance with the wolves.

– How?

– By conquest! – Angèle smiles broadly.

– Are you going too, Cathe?

– Yes, I am.

– Right – Lorraine approaches the two sisters – Van Helsing turpis portam – she whispers to her ring with its jewel.

A white light fills the whole room, a round circle opens above the princesses’ heads and begins to descend, taking them straight to the first floor of the hunters’ family base. Where no one can be found.