True Alpha's Chosen Mate-Chapter 281: Final Act I: true alpha’s chosen mate

Minutes earlier...

The bone-chilling laughter sent a chill down my spine, gazing at the wolfman meters away from me in the vast expanse we landed on. It was hard to believe that this was the same person as Hugo, my husband. I could barely recognize him. But that didn’t mean I didn’t feel the familiarity.

This man... this vicious wolf was the real wolf. He was the wolf from thousands of years back. Having the child of evil from within him, he simply awakened the wolf’s consciousness. The wolf who was born to destroy, to bring terror.

"Lamb..." came out in a rasped, echoing voice. His eyes were glowing in bright red, thick furs on the side of his face. His lips stretched, parading his razor teeth. Overwhelming powers and energy engulfed him and his hair was floating up.

"What a delectable creature." His long tongue licked his sharp teeth, stretching his neck from one side to the other. "Sweet little treat!"

"Dear wolf," I called, licking the back of my paws, standing on both my feet. "It was good to see you again."

"Oh, Lamb. It would be nice to hear another story from you."

"I would..." The side of my lips curled up, staring at him with soft eyes. "This one is something you will like."

His laughter sounded like low snarls, understanding something only the two of us could understand. Meeting him in this form and Hugo taking up that form and sheltering the consciousness of the wolf surely brought up memories of the past.

Back then, I used to tell the wolf stories. The stories the lamb witnessed in this world; there were tons of them. Everyone had stories to tell — interesting ones. Some believe theirs was nothing, but after watching over the mortal realm for a long time, I could vouch how fascinating the inhabitants were.

It also told me that for him to remember such activities, the person I was talking to wasn’t my husband anymore. I believed in Hugo, though. I believed he was someone who had never given up and was fighting for dominance. Our time together... I wanted to hold on to the hope they were something he treasured.

"Tell me about it, Lamb," he demanded in the same rasped tone.

I drew a breath, raising my paw to the side, palm facing down. Underneath it appeared a white small ball while I kept my eyes on him. It didn’t seem this alarmed him. He had spent years traveling with me to know me; he knew what I could do and what I was capable of.

The reason he wasn’t alarmed by the concentrated energy I was garnering underneath my palm. Well... that also applied to him. We traveled for a long time together that I already knew his antics, of what he was capable of and what he was already planning to do.

"The child of evil is cunning... I never thought his real target will be you, to awaken the wolf’s consciousness. But then again, it shouldn’t be a surprise. You got along with him in the past, even though you two were enemies." I rocked my head, revisiting the past and how the wolf and child of evil were rather chummy with each other. That was probably because they shared the common enemy and that was those in the empyrean realm.

Still, their complicated friendship wasn’t enough for the two of them to stop fighting and wiping out each other’s races. What could I say? They were both prideful and egotistic, wanting to punish those in the empyrean realm with their hands instead of joining hand in hand.

But it seemed the holy war brought out this realization to the child of evil. Instead of fighting each other to death, they were now having a pretty nice tea inside my husband’s body. Apparently, of all the ability my husband could shelter from the wolf, it was the wolf’s consciousness.

’It would be easier if this was Daniel,’ I thought, mentally sighing, but I couldn’t dwell on it too much.

"Anyway, do you want to hear the story of the seven sins?" I asked, tilting my head to the side after several seconds of silence. "Or would you rather hear my version of this world? I’ve been rewriting it so you can enjoy this refreshing tale."

"Ahh... right. Same old stories are too tiring to listen to." He nodded in agreement before he chuckled, eyes glowing brighter before his grin stretched from ear to ear. The ground underneath him cracked until it completely created a shallow hole.

His aura alone could make pebbles and debris on the ground rise up, a power that was nearly out of this world. Or rather, a power that could pose a threat to a divine creature... such as myself.

"Lamb, tell me about it."

My eyes narrowed, sensing the increasing powers emanating from his physical body. "It was... a story of a young girl who grew up within the castle walls..." came out a soft voice, stretching my fingers as the white ball under my palm expanded.

Even though I wasn’t holding it directly, its weight was getting heavier. But it didn’t deter my posture as I continued to tell him a story I had in store for him.

"One night, the castle was engulfed with fire. She ran to survive. She ran and ran, trying to reach the ends of the vast world and find shelter, but no matter how long and far she run, the world stretched far and wide. It felt endless," I continued, revisiting the first Chapter of this story while keeping my eyes on him.

Hugo laughed as he nodded in delight. "She should’ve chased them away!"

"No, dear wolf. They chased her with torches and pitchforks in their hands," I corrected, gritting my teeth as the white ball under my palm grew bigger than a watermelon. "That was when she met him. He who said trust him blindly. He who isn’t afraid of the dark and he who howls in the night."

"Did she take his hand?" he asked.

My smile stretched bitterly, looking at him with affection. "Voluntarily."

As soon as my answer slipped past my lips, my hand trembled as I held my open palm heavenward. He glanced up at the ball of white that looked like a moon before setting his eyes back to me lazily.

"And then?" he asked, urging me to continue the story before my impending doom.

"And then..." I trailed off, feeling the ground underneath me crack. "... she gets life. She gets to experience what it means to live, what it means to breathe, and what it means to enjoy life. Therefore, she wanted to give back."

"Did she accept death?"

My smile remained as I nodded mildly. "To accept life means you accept death."

"May she get the swift release." He huffed in awe, ignoring the threat forming right before his eyes. Not because he was confident he would get to live, but because the wolf liked stories. He liked listening to them and oddly enough, he easily get invested in it.

"She hopes the swift release will come," I whispered, but I knew he could hear me loud and clear. "However, she, who believes in him and accepted death, shunned fate. Death is one thing, the other preordained things is another."

"Fate is death! Foolish girl!"

I laughed despite the weight that was shattered my bones within. "Death is inevitable. However, she prefers to follow the path she painstakingly created than the route prepared for her by fate," I explained while he tilted his head, hands on his hip, as if we were simply out here to talk about things like this.

"Although it is foolish, she regrets nothing. If she will ever be given the chance to redo things again, she would’ve made the same decision. She would still take his hand that night. She would still love him," I added, speaking from the bottom of my heart while staring at the man I chose and loved dearly. "She will still choose him, over and over, even if it means hurting others who are waiting for her to take their hands."

"Every second of every day, she will keep choosing him. No one else."

The ball in my hand was heavy, causing the furs and skin on my sleeve to burn, sucking out my life along. Even my regeneration couldn’t keep up with how intense it was. Even so, I kept my soft expression as I spoke my heart to him one last time.

I regretted nothing, mother, was what I whispered in my head.

"Even for one last time, she will choose him before the curtains closed," came out my confession as a strong gust of wind whirled around the energy ball that all the lost souls and lives taken tonight merged intensely. "That is the story the lamb chose."

To be the protector of this world.

Their mother.

To rewrite what she had written.

And to add, "written by yours truly," next to the word, "The End."

With one light push, I tossed the gigantic ball up, and it ascended ever so slowly, bringing light to the seemingly endless darkness. As the wolf raised his head, I bolted towards him with eyes burning with determination.

"Before I say the end..." I muttered, watching him set his eyes back on me as it dilate. "... I’ll get the credits of this story as the real wolf’s chosen mate... woof."

BAM!

*****

"Gasp!"

I gasped for air, awakening after the new dawn.