Page 59 of The Possessive Alpha’s Reborn Luna

"No!" My voice was shredded. "Alice!"

"You look miserable!" The witches' laughter echoed around me. "The mighty Wolf King, abandoned by his own mate? Guess your bond wasn't so strong after all."

"Shut up! You'll pay for this!" Rage consumed me. I shifted again and went at them like a madman. Fangs ripped throats. Claws tore out organs. Blood soaked my fur.

Their magic hit me. Flesh split. Ribs cracked. But I didn't feel it. I just wanted them dead. All of them. Everyone who hurt Alice.

I don't know how much time passed. When I came to, silence had fallen. The witches lay in pools of blood. Not one left alive.

And I was wrecked. My right foreleg nearly blown off, hanging by a thread of skin. Every step left a bloody print. I staggered back to human form, trying to find her, but my body gave out.

I collapsed hard. Blood poured from countless wounds. Alice had severed our bond herself. I couldn't sense her anymore. And she was probably already...

What did those damn witches do to her? She must have been in so much pain. Before she cut the bond, she must have waited for me with every ounce of hope she had. But I didn't make it. I didn't save her.

That's why she was desperate enough to sever the bond. She hated me. Hated me so much she didn't want any connection left.

I lay there, memories flooding back. Her cold eyes at the wedding. The finality when she said "I hate every second with you." How she tried to run from me again and again.

She was my mate, but every time she tried to explain, I believed Victoria instead. Not only that—I made her take care of Victoria. Made her move out of the Queen's chambers. Let her be humiliated in front of everyone.

But now, losing her, I finally understood. I'd fallen for her long ago. That possessiveness when anyone got near her. The panic when she pulled away. The fury when she mentioned divorce—

It was all love. But I kept denying it, running from it, using my father's tragedy to convince myself I couldn't love her.

Now I finally knew my own heart. But I'd lost her completely.

I tried to stand, gritting my teeth. My arm buckled. I hit the ground again. The pain from my wounds was nothing compared to my heart.

Maybe... maybe I should join her underground. After hurting her so deeply, after failing her when she needed me—I had no right to live. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness take me.

"Your Majesty!" A familiar voice, panicked. "Your Majesty! Wake up!"

Someone was shaking my shoulders hard, rough and urgent. My wounds screamed.

"Don't bother saving me..." I forced my eyes open. Caspar's frightened face swam into view. "Let me be with her..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Caspar's voice cracked with anger and tears. He hauled me up. "Your Majesty! Snap out of it!"

"She's dead," I mumbled, tears sliding down. "Caspar, Alice... she's dead."

"How do you know she's dead?" Caspar shouted. "Maybe she's alive! Maybe she's waiting for you to save her!"

His voice got louder, almost a roar. "If Alice is alive, bleeding somewhere, and you give up now, then she really has no chance! You want her to die?"

My body froze. Caspar was right. What if she was alive? What if she was waiting?

"Help me up." I struggled. Caspar steadied me. I gritted my teeth and stood, inch by inch. Every breath felt like knives in my lungs. My right leg was numb, held up only by Caspar's support.

I looked at the guards Caspar brought.

He spoke quickly. "After you left, guards reported that all the palace White Witches suddenly left together, heading the same direction as you. I was worried, so I brought reinforcements."

I nodded and gave orders immediately.

"Find Alice!" I gasped. "Send two back to the palace. Mobilize every guard. Turn this whole damn forest inside out if you have to. Find the Queen!"

The guards scattered in different directions.