REVIVED: Vengeance of The Sun And Moon

Repulsion

    The aftermath of the takeover of the half-moon Lycan pack was unnecessarily messy and once again, it was partly due to Alora.

    Falcon knew why she was doing this. He knew why she had become suddenly so outspoken. She was trying for his attention, but it was just something that he couldn’t give her. There was suddenly a repulsion in being near her and it was driving him crazy, but he tried hard not to allow this to cloud his judgment of the real fact that she was his chosen mate.

    “We do not have to stay,” Nox said through his mind.

    “Don’t tempt my thoughts, old friend.” He muttered.

    “What are you talking to him about this time?” Alora asked.

    Falcon soaked in the tub of the Half-Moon Packhouse in what was properly the Alpha’s room. 

    Fortunately, the Beta and the Delta’s head decision makings had not sat as well with the remaining pack members as much as they had assumed. So, when the Beta attempted an attack against him and Roj for Alora’s demeaning remarks, the pack wasn’t too upset about the Beta and his Delta being taken down by the Lycan Alpha of the Navarre.

    Still, it wasn’t an easy fight to best-though, those were the best fights to have according to Falcon and Roj. Especially Falcon these days.

    Three days passed and Falcon still hadn’t fully healed. There were a few aches, pains, and wounds but he’d experienced worse in his short years as the leader of the Navarre.

    He told Alora that he wanted to be alone-that he just wanted to soak in the bath...in peace, but she couldn’t take the hint. And Falcon knew why. Alora was in heat; during the past few months, she'd been more adamant about starting a family with him because she'd lost her own. 

    As far as Falcon was concerned, at this point, he knew that Alora was far from prepared for being a mother. She was too jealous-hearted and attention-starved. Inhuman mothers like this never made for a great parent, let alone a good one. Falcon could not see himself making his future children suffer this way...He just couldn't see himself attaching to Alora in that way. In his mind, admitted to himself...I do not think that I ever could. 

    He couldn’t look at her without seeing Kazmiyah. He couldn’t touch her fair skin and not remember the smooth velvet that was Kazmiyah’s. Every single time he looked into Alora’s eyes, they seemed to shift into a gaze more desirable. Large and amazingly blue, lashes so long they’d fall past her lid whenever she closed her eyes. Thinking about them...simply thinking would cause Falcon to lose himself in his thoughts. 

    “Falcon?” Alora called to him impatiently. 

    Where his eyes were closed, they opened. She had been next to him for-he didn’t even know how long she’d been there, having had his mind on someone else. When he felt her with the sponge against his wounds, he took her hand and paused her.

    “I told you, I wanted to be alone, Lo.” He said in a gentle voice. He knew that she didn’t mean any harm. And while there was resentment and even a little hostility, he didn’t either.

    “I-I know babe.” She cooed in his ear, kneeling by the bathtub to wrap her arms around his neck. “But I-I just wanted to be close to you.” She kissed his cheek, then his ear...then his neck….and his scarred shoulder.

    Falcon felt a fire trying to ignite in the pit of his stomach- a feeling bordering on the attempt of desire, and he wanted to reciprocate it-he wanted to go through the motions-if for nothing else for the simple sake of peace. But his body….and his soul had rejected Alora at this point.

    He pulled away from her, standing from where he sat, the water pouring from his body like a waterfall as he stood on his feet. He cut the shower on and rinsed himself off, realizing that he'd never get any peace at this point.

    Alora stood on her feet and watched him, hurt in her eyes as she did. “What is your problem, Falcon?” She demanded.

    “Here we go.” Nox said in the back of Falcon’s mind as he heard Alora getting herself riled up.

    “You haven’t touched me in-in months! Your patience has gotten far shorter! You’re like a ticking time bomb, Falcon! How are we supposed to get through this if you won’t even acknowledge or touch me?!” She incredulously asked. “The way you’ve been acting lately-I-I just-what is going on with you!” She finally snapped.

    He didn’t feel like arguing at this point and he just wished that she’d understand this. “Lo, I just….need time.” Was the only thing that he could think to say.

    So much had been going on in his mind since the attack on Blue Ridge, his thoughts still hadn’t settled from it; and with him being reunited with Nox, he needed more time than he even initially realized to get them back in sync again. All of this was just the surface of what was going on with Falcon, as there were far more deep-rooted traumas that he needed to work through, one of those traumas including the loss of his true mate. Alora just couldn’t seem to grasp that. She couldn’t understand.

    “Falcon, answer me!” She screamed;

    Falcon shut the water off and stood there for a moment, his back facing Alora as he did. His hand to the wall and head facing down, he just muttered under his breath.

    “You don’t understand.” He said. “You’ll never understand.” Not like her, he thought to himself.

    “And-and what is that supposed to mean?”Alora rebounded in frustration, following Falcon out of the bathroom. “How am I supposed to understand anything when you won't even tell me what is going on?!” 

    Unable to stand it any longer, Falcon turned around before she could say another word. “That’s just it, Alora,” Falcon said. “I shouldn’t have to tell you anything!” He finally expressed. “I was taken by a sorcerer! A being so powerful, that he was considered a god to most! He-he warped….my mind, Alora-ripped a huge chunk of me away just to better control me! He took everything from me!” He said. “My lycan, my title….he even attempted taking my pride….” His words trailed off; Kazmiyah, he thought about the most important thing that he had taken. “And the one person that gave it all back to me sacrificed herself so that I could live-your sister did that for me! Someone that she disliked with a passion….someone who didn’t deserve to live-”

    “But you do deserve-”

    “More than her?” He cut her off. “More than her though, Alora?” Falcon said. 

    Alora was suddenly silenced by his words. Even she could not seem to find blame in Kazmiyah's life up until her sacrifice outside of being naive enough to think that she'd have ever been happy in Crescent Falls.

    When she couldn’t serve him with an answer, he kept walking. “Well-Falcon, I-” She sighed. “I understand that you feel that way but it doesn’t mean that you should waste this moment! Our moments! She risked her life for you to be with me and while I’m surprised that she was actually that selfless-”

    “Stop!” Falcon cut her off. “Just stop, Alora.” He dropped his towel and put on a pair of boxer shorts. Shirtless, he grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants. After putting them on, he turned around and looked at her incredulously. “She did not-she did not do it for you...and for you to even think that after-after all that you’ve done to her-”

    “So what are you saying?” Alora cut him off. “You saying that she did this for you?” 

    It was a good question if Falcon were being honest with himself. In truth, he always wondered if there was a reason outside of what she had explained that day. 

    “I never said that..” He grumbled. 

    “Really didn’t have to-”

    “Why do you do that?” Falcon interceded her accusatory comment. “You make every single thing about you. Everything that Kazmiyah has ever done...is to spite you.” He cut his gaze. “She has never...never done anything against you.” Falcon reminded Alora. “Why do you even think that you are important enough-that important for her to look completely past the things that you have done to her to the point where she’d sacrifice herself to make you of all people happy?” He scoffed. “You are so full of yourself, Alora.” He walked away from her. “I thought you would have learned from that night.” He muttered. “Came to some semblance of a realization as to how terribly you treated her-how unwarranted your actions towards her were.”

    They both knew of the moment in which he was speaking of; the night that he plagued her with a mental trap that forced her to experience and feel the pain and torture that she placed upon Kazmiyah.

    Alora’s silence spoke volumes of how traumatizing that night was for her. If Falcon were being honest, he was surprised that she even stuck around after what he had done. 

    A tear escaped Alora’s gaze. “You think I haven’t learned anything? That I am so immature?” ‘She said in a lowly voice. “I’ve learned, Falcon.” She said. “I’ve felt her pain and I know how she feels now-”

    “Do you?” Falcon asked, turning around to face her. “Do you though?” 

    “Well, I-yes, I do.” She said. 

    “Then why do we keep having to have conversations like this, Alora? Why do I have to keep speaking to you and reprimanding you like a child?!” 

    She didn’t find the time to even answer his question before, he stalked off-not that she had much of a response in the first place. As she watched him leave, she crumbled onto the bed and wept as she realized that her relationship with Falcon was quickly falling apart.