The Moon Goddess' Child

3. Scheming Moon Goddess

    Adrian P.O.V.

    "Who did this to you, Dolcezza?" 

    Dimitri was growling. He doesn't like the thought of somebody hurting our mate. Neither do I. 

    "We will tear them to shreds. I promise you, Dolcezza." 

    My words come out way more vicious than I intend for them to, but my point still gets across. 

    She starts sinking away and my-- our reaction was to pull her back between us. Mine and Angelo's to clarify.

    Maybe we are being a little too blunt and straight forward. It isn't like we are honestly doing this purposefully. Who knew finding your mate could make you so damned protective?

   Her lustrous voice captivating not only me, but the other two as well. Although it is obvious how hard Dante is trying to fight it. "I-I don't know who did it....long time ago..." Most of her words were inaudible but we all got the gist of it.    

    My hand softly caressing her cheek with care.

    "We will never allow anybody to do such a thing to you again. We also will be more careful so this doesn't happen to you ever again."

    I gently lift her hand up which caused her to wince once more.

    Apparently I'm doing something right considering just how red her face turned.

    "I'm so sorry. My glorious mate, our glorious mate...I swear on the Moon Goddess herself, I will never hurt you again. Please, strike me if you must." Angelo lowered himself to his knees and I swear I felt my eyes popping out of my head. Never has such a proud Alpha got on his knees. Not in front of us anyways. Begging for forgiveness?

    Dante wears this smug grin that makes me consider just giving him a good swing as well. 

    Apparently I'm not hiding my thoughts well enough as a protestful hand lightly slaps at my chest. The sparks telling me exactly who it is.

    I meet her icy, protective glare. "You will not harm Dante. Angelo, I could never hurt you. All it takes is time. Wounds heal."

     Her voice holding a sense of authority that isn't nearly enough to make us listen but the fact that she could sound as powerful as she did was a shock. 

    'I suppose that makes sense. She is supposed to be  Luna to not one but three packs.' My thoughts interrupted by Dimitri. 

    'f*****g right. Our mate is one of a kind. Nobody in this world is like her.Nobody will ever match  her.' Dimitri just had to interject. I am rather certain I shut him out earlier but I can't argue since what he's saying isn't wrong. She is special.

    Then...Dante just had to ruin this moment of ours. 

    "Who the f**k says that what happens will go by your will? I won't reject you. I know enough about what happens with twins who get the same mate, I reject you and it will hurt them. It is for them so don't you dare get conceited."

    With that, I watch Dante turn around and walk away. All of the spectators have eyes bugging out of their heads. Annoying.

    ******

    Rosalie P.O.V.

    'Did...that really just happen? Dante...practically rejected me! My mate...doesn't...want me..?'

    'Mate loves us! Don't doubt him. He loves us, he has to! The Moon Goddess couldn't have made a mistake.'  Aria sounds desperate. Does that mean that she is also worried?

    Two firm hands resting on either of my shoulders. Their touch causing a wave of calmness to pass through me...but I don't feel whole. 

    I am incomplete.

    With my brain currently lagging, I don't realize that my other two mates are shaking until both of their grasp simultaneously tightening on my unsuspecting shoulder.

     Not that it hurt. 

    "We...We're sorry for that bastard..." Angelo spoke with his jaw clenched to suppress his fury.

    Then it was Aiden's turn to speak. "Like all of us, he was excited to meet his mate. I don't understand how he could do something like that."

    I know their only intention is to console me but it isn't working. Somehow it's making it worse.

    I should be happy! My other two mates appear to be accepting me. 

    'He is still our mate! You cannot have only two! We need all of them to be whole...our mates will love us...' Aria still sounds like she's trying to convince herself over anything else.

    I guess it's a lot harder trying to act fine in front of my mates  because they seem to know my every thought. And I do not mean as in a mind link.

    Their stone cold faces says it all. They can read me like a book! 

    Before I can even utter a single word I feel my legs being swooped from under me. I thought I was going to fall until I felt the firm grasp of my Angelo.

    BY THE HEAVENS HIS CHEST! His chest is so bloody firm, well defined. His arms don't appear to be budging any time soon. 

    Then just like that I find myself being carried out of the ballroom in one of my mates arms meanwhile the other is following close behind.

    My third mate...is nowhere in sight.

    That's when his arms tighten. Crap, he seen me looking.

    "Right now we are the only ones you need. Dante is just being an ass. We will make you happy." Angelo's voice is like music to my ears.

    ******

    Dante P.O.V.

    What the hell? We have always been the trio. The players, we were never supposed to be given a mate like that. Never.

    I swing back a glass of tequila. The only thing that could possibly make this situation any better. 

    'Stop the dramatics you useless piece of s**t. Return to mate. Mate is perfect. Mate is special.' My wolf, Desmond demands. 

    'Shut up, mutt. That w***e could never be my mate. I'll just have to go with my second chance mate.' The smugness in my voice was deafening.

    It was the sound of a woman clearing her throat that brought me back to the present.

    "I couldn't help but notice that squabble over there. What was that about? Lovers quarrel?" 

    That voice, so angelic, so surreal. Her midnight black hair reaches the small of her back. Her pale skin, so beautifully untouched.  Those perfect pearly whites glistening with a smile that could make any were's heart soar. Man or woman. Her mere presence captivating me.

    I try to form my words but nothing comes out. I feel like a fish out of water. A little virgin boy for crying out loud.

    "It is alright, child. Take a moment to compose yourself. 'Twill be alright. Let me hear your reasoning, causing a scene at this banquet. On her birthday. Do you not know what day it is?" The judgement in her tone is crippling. It makes my heart heart ache.

    She is not my mate, so why? Why does it hurt so much?

    "I-I....her face. She is already broken. I don't want a broken mate. I don't mind sharing a mate with those two, it isn't like we haven't...uh...never mind." 

    I don't understand why I am taking the time to try and explain any of this. It feels like I am being compelled to speak. To give my excuse.

    I can visibly observe as her jaw clenches and I stiffen in my seat. My back straightening.

    "You dare call her broken? She is the strongest she-wolf that you could ever come across. Even scarred, she is beautiful." 

    As an Alpha, it is hard for me to actually feel the pressure for someones words but this woman. I can feel the power radiating off of her. Spilling through her pores. Everything about her suddenly screamed authority.

    It was quiet but I heard the deep intake of her breath before watching her tense body return to its relaxed state. My eyes trailed back to my now empty glass.

    "Be wary, child. It is crystal clear that those other two are perfectly capable of caring for her. Loving her. I know exactly who I paired that child with and I was definitely not expecting you, of the three to be the one most willing to reject. You who yearned for your mate the most. Prayed to me for your mate. I however still do not consider this a mistake on my part."

    The second I heard her words I turned to look at the mysterious woman only to see that she is no longer there. I have no clue where exactly she is but I feel it. My mate bond trying to drag me towards that woman.

    I don't want her...do I?