Selene’s POV~
The truth pressed down heavy in my chest. Because only I knew, more than the hate I showed him, more than the anger I carried, there was fear. I had buried my fear and love behind hatred. Because deep down, I knew. We were never ant to be.
Happiness was not written for . Whoever I loved, whoever I got close to, was taken away. My mother had left like that. Others too. Every bond I held turned into pain, loneliness, and betrayal.
I looked down at his face again. His hand was still holding mine tightly, even in sleep. His expression, though wet with tears, was peaceful. Like he was afraid of letting go.
A thought echoed in my mind. We can never be together in this life.
Because I could not forgive myself.
I rembered everything. What I had done to Luca. What I had done to Kael. What I had done to Aeron. And what I had done to him. I was the reason for their fall, the reason they lost their family, their world.
Five years ago, I had ruined them. And when they ca back for revenge, I did not fight. I submitted. I never lifted a hand to protect my fake father. Because I knew I was guilty, that I deserved this.
This was the truth I had never spoken aloud. The guilt I carried every day.
I had been their downfall. And they had been my punishnt.
We were equal now.
Yes, their cruelty had broken . Yes, their hatred had cut open. It had killed sothing inside to see the man I once loved destroy with his own hands. But still, I could not deny it. I was guilty. And so I allowed them their revenge.
But I was not weak... I let them take out their anger on , but that was enough... after that I had already decided to leave this place forever.
I had given them their revenge. And now, I only wanted distance. I only wanted silence. I only wanted never to repeat that history again.
Even if love still existed sowhere between us, there could never be a future.
I looked at him, at his face stained with tears, and I sighed heavily. The sound felt like it ca from the deepest part of .
Because there was another thing that was keeping away from them. Their love... it was not because they truly loved . It was because fate had tied us together. Because of that word—mate.
And that was what hurt the most.
I rembered the way their eyes had looked when they captured , when they chained , when they broke down into nothing but a lowly slave. There had been hatred in their eyes. I could still see it if I closed my eyes... the coldness, the cruelty. The way it froze my heart to the core.
That was the truth of their feelings. That was what they carried for .
And now, when I had already decided to forgive them, when I had already chosen to bury everything and leave it all behind, they suddenly wanted again. They wanted to forget everything, to act like it had never happened, only because I was their mate.
No. I could never accept it.
I did not want to be loved because of a bond written by fate. I did not want to be forgiven because of pity.
I never asked them to love out of duty. I never asked them to erase the sins I had committed. Because I knew. I knew better than anyone else what I had done.
I did not deserve it.
After all... how could a man love the woman who had murdered his mother?
Yes, right! I was the murderer of their mother. I had killed her with my own hands.
The thought cut through like a knife.
My chest ached, my breath caught. Their mother’s face ca back to , the mory of what had happened that night, and the screams that still echoed in my mind. The guilt crushed again, heavy as it had always been.
How could they call their mate and act as if nothing had happened? How could they let that one word erase the blood I had spilled?
I lowered my eyes to his hand still clinging to mine. My vision blurred, and I felt tears sting at the corner of my eyes.
So even as Lucian cried in his sleep, whispering words that sounded like devotion, all I could feel was pain. Pain that no matter what he said, no matter what they claid, none of it could erase what I had done. None of it could erase the truth.
We could never be.
Not in this life.
I looked at him one last ti. His hand clung to mine like a plea, as if holding on to would make stay. But instead of softening, my heart turned to stone.
Slowly, I pulled my hand free. He tried to hold on, his fingers tightening as if afraid I would slip away, but I did not soften this ti. I tore my hand out of his grip, and for the first ti, I felt no guilt.
I turned my back on him without any hesitation. Chanting the sa words that love doesn’t matter, it becos worthless one day.
All that lived in now was one thing, and that was revenge.
Revenge for my mother, for everything they took from , for everything I lost.
And when that revenge was done, when the blood was finally spilled and the weight in my chest lifted, I would leave this filthy world behind forever.
No one will stand in my path. I have seen too many horrors of this world that every breath here only suffocated .
If I asked one question—just who was the one who is truly happy in the world—there would be no one.
So I had already made up my mind.
Love? Mates? Forgiveness? Those words were ashes to .
I walked out without looking back. Without a shred of lingering feeling.
This was the end.
And the beginning of my vengeance.
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