Confrontational Differences
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He scoffed. “Bellarossa.” He shook his head.
Kazmiyah stood with Rojer and Jason. “Well, what does that mean for him, Elder Varick?” She asked. “Is he going to be alright?”
“Yes, as long as his body does not give in to death before we fix the problem,” Varick answered.
“What?!” Rojer incredulously replied. “How is he not supposed to give in when-”
Kazmiyah touched his hand in an attempt to calm him. When he stopped talking, she looked at Varick. “How do we do that?”
Varick looked around the room reluctantly. “He, um, he’ll need a blood transfusion.” He said.
“He does not have any next of kin, Elder Varick,” Roj said. “You know that.”
“What are we supposed to do?”
Varick sighed. “Well, you’re right.” He said. “He doesn’t. Though, he can still receive the blood transfusion.”
“How?” Rojer asked.
“His mate,” Varick answered.
“That doesn’t make sense,” Aurora replied. “How-how is that possible?’
“Well, the whole idea of a mate in the inhuman world...isn’t just magical or spiritual.” He said. “It’s sort of...biological as well.”
“What?” Everyone murmured and said in unison.
“It’s probably never occurred to any of you to even think this far into the life of a mate but, your souls aren’t the only thing that is matched. It’s your blood as well.”
“So what? Are you saying that we are all related or something?” The Navarre Delta said.
Aurora scoffed and looked at him. “You….are an adorable idiot.” She scoffed, shaking her head. Of course, Jason took this as a compliment. “The elder is saying that the mates match in every way. Their souls, their blood….minds.” Why did she know this?
“That’s why the true mate bond is stronger than the chosen.” Kazmiyah realized.
“Precisely.” Varick smiled.
“Why-how do you know this?” Aurora asked Varick.
“My father…” Godfrey said. “Has a direct connection to the Moon Goddess.”
Aurora looked at Varick, impressed by what she had just heard. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” Varick simply answered. “Though, I fear she’s been a little crossed with me since I double-crossed you.” He smirked.
Aurora found this amusing. “I like her already.” She then returned her attention to the unconscious Alpha lying there in the hospital bed. “So what do we do?”
“We give him the blood,” Roj said, staring at Kazmiyah. “If his mate is willing.”
Kazmiyah looked at Roj and then Jason with sympathy and concern before reassuring them both. “You know I am.”
Aurora found this amusing. “I knew it.” She looked at Kazmiyah.
“There is one problem-or at least potential, I guess.” Varick chimed in reluctantly.
“What is it?” Roj asked.
“Kazmiyah is a goddess and a sorceress. I don’t particularly know if her blood flows by the same rules.
“Shouldn’t her blood be universal?” Aurora asked.
“While that should be the case, her grandfather’s blood….complicates things.”
“So then back to the first question at hand...what do we do?” Roj asked.
“We continue with the transfusion and filter the sorcerer’s blood out of it,” Aurora suggested.
“That will take a lot of power,” Godfrey said. “And I don’t know if the witches are up for it.”
“Then...what good are they?” Aurora asked. “Surely they’re worth more than just menial good luck charms and voodoo dolls.” At this point, she wished that her brother was here.
“Everyone can’t be a sorceress, Rora,” Godfrey said.
Aurora found offense in his words. “I am not a simple sorceress, Frey.” she decided to mock him with her own nickname. Everything that he had said offended her lately. She rolled her eyes and looked away. “Maybe...maybe I can magnify their power so that the blood will-” She started when her phone began to ring. She took it out and saw that it was Mags. “It’s Mags.” She texted her that she would call her back and that she may need her later before she returned to the conversation at hand. “I’ll need your blood first,” Aurora said to Kazmiyah.
“What? Why?”
“Because this won’t be easy. They as well as I need to assure that I can extract whatever part of your blood that does not match the Alpha’s from the stream so it won’t be...contaminated, for lack of a better word.”
“So what you are saying is...this can take a few days,” Rojer said. “He may not have that long, sorceress.” He said.
“Aurora, thanks.” She said. “The Elder said that he will survive as long as his mind and his body are stable-we just have to keep him that way.” She looked at Varick. “Right?”
“Yes.” He simply answered. “We have to keep his brain functioning….and assure that the poison that she has placed in his stream does not enter his heart or his brain-”
“Ugh!” Aurora exclaimed and glared at Varick. “Why-why do you do that?” She asked. “That would have been a nice heads up. You might should have said that bit first.”
“How are we going to do that, if this will take as long as it is going to take?” Rojer asked, he was starting to become impatient as well as concerned.
“Protect his heart,” Kazmiyah replied. “And his mind.” She unconsciously ran her hand through his disheveled hair.
“Good idea.”
“But, I don’t know how to…”
Aurora saw and almost felt the hopelessness in Kazmiyah's eyes. So much power and she didn’t even know how to use it.
“Then I will teach you.” She said before she could stop herself. She knew how it felt to feel useless and for some reason, Aurora didn’t want this girl feeling this way.
Kazmiyah looked up at her, reluctant as to her motive for being so….voluntary in helping her. She never had a female in her life that was sincere aside from that of her mother. So it was odd and hopeful, yet frightening. So frightening, in fact, that she didn’t even know what to say.
“But first, we deal with your mate,” Aurora said.
“What’s going on in here?” Alora came bursting into the room. “I don’t care how you feel about me, Kazmiyah, I need to know whether Falcon will be alright!”
Everyone glanced at Alora, except Kazmiyah and Aurora, who didn’t seem to think her imperative enough to pay much attendance to.
“No, first, we deal with her.” Kazmiyah’s gaze slowly raised to glare at Alora, her eyes flashing momentarily.
Alora backed away and looked at everyone in the room. “I...am Falcon Alvaro’s...Luna.” She said. “I deserve to be in this room with him.”
“You have no rights here, Alora,” Kazmiyah stated. “You barely have a right to the Alpha.” She knew he hadn’t made it official yet. She could tell. They might have been chosen but Falcon hadn’t made an honest woman of Alora yet. Though, she doubted that anyone could at this point.
“You! How dare you?!” Alora snapped. “I am his chosen mate-”
“And, I…” Kazmiyah intervened with authority. “Am his true mate.”
She was done hiding the truth. At this point in her life, as far as she was concerned, Alora had no right to such respect. Kazmiyah didn’t owe her half-sister anything and though this rebirth had a big downside, she appreciated the upside; her conscience was clean with any decision that she had made against Alora. And she relished the shocked look on her face.
“What did-what did you just-what did you just say?”
Aurora tried to stifle her chuckle, her tyrian-colored eyes staring into the reflection of the window to see Alora's surprised expression while she continued to stand in amused silence.
Godfrey watched her as this was going down and he found it both amusing and...cute at how much Aurora suddenly advocated for Kazmiyah. When she caught him staring, however, her eyes caught him off guard. He recovered quickly though-not quick enough for Aurora not to see how disarmed he suddenly was.
“What are you looking at?” She rolled her eyes and continued to face forward. Godfrey resigned.
“You killed me,” Kazmiyah said, placing all side conversation to an immediate halt.
“What?” Aurora said, turning around to finally face Alora. “Your mate chose the broad that killed you?” She scoffed and looked at Kazmiyah. “Are you sure that you want him to live?”
“Aurora.” Kazmiyah shook her head, begging that she stop. Aurora scoffed and gestured in disbelief at what she was hearing. Kazmiyah then returned her attention to Alora. “You’re not even supposed to be here.”
Alora seemed to be so floored by what news she was just given, her reaction time was slow, but she still attempted to counter strong. “You-you may be his...true-” She scoffed, “Though, I highly doubt that. But I am his chosen one. So-I have...every-every right to be here!”
Kazmiyah laughed harshly. “Why?” she shook her head. “Why do you think that you have a right to anything?” She hissed. Alora couldn’t respond. There seemed to be so much going on in her mind at the moment. “As far as I’m concerned, you gave up that right when you committed a crime against Crescent Falls. Our father has no bearing on this punishment. He has no say. I do.”
Alora nervously backed away. “I-”
“Leave,” Kazmiyah growled. “Or...I will make you leave.”
Alora did not say a word. She couldn’t because she knew that in the end, the law of her banishment was in effect until a goddess said otherwise. And Kazmiyah was not the lenient soul that she used to be.
“Jason,” Rojer said to the Delta. “Escort the luna outside of the borders of Crescent and guard her.” He ordered him.
Jason obviously wasn’t a fan of the idea but the Beta’s orders were law and he’d do anything for Rojer and Falcon, otherwise. “Yes, Beta.” He said. Jason then looked at Aurora and smirked before winking his eye. “Later, Alpha Luna.” He smirked.
“Good evening, Delta,” Aurora smirked.
Jason then escorted a stunned Alora out of the door and off of the premises. Kazmiyah watched the door pointedly, eyeing the spot where her half-sister once stood. She was glad for whatever it was that Aurora Valentine did; she knew that it was still working. She could feel it, because if it had worn off, Alora would be dead.
“She’s gone, Kazmiyah,” Godfrey said. He had walked over to where she was and took her hand to take her attention away from all that had just transpired.
“Yea, she is,” Aurora said, looking at Godfrey stoically. The sincerity in his gaze toward Kazmiyah showed how much he wanted her to be okay. When he caught her staring, she didn’t avert her gaze; she stared a little longer before attending Kazmiyah as well. “Now let’s get that blood and as many witches as we can.”
Reluctantly, Kazmiyah left Falcon’s side to give Aurora the blood that was needed. “So, that girl-”
“What about her?” Kazmiyah said, cutting Aurora off.
“You really don’t want her back here, huh?”
“What do you think?” Kazmiyah darkly replied.
Aurora shrugged. “So, are you going to explain to me why you want to save the life of the man that chose a woman that murdered his true mate over his...true mate?”
Kazmiyah rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not going to explain.” Her gaze averted. “It’s too complicated.”
“Hm.” Aurora shrugged. “No worries, I’ll find out sooner or later.” She said. “Still, I sense there’s more history there than just her killing you and taking your mate-though.” She scoffed. “That’s way more than enough to hate someone.”
“What's your point?” Kazmiyah asked.
“Who is she to you?” Aurora asked though she had an inkling after something that Kazmiyah said when she was talking to the girl. Still, she never tried making it a point to assume. Especially in messy situations like this.
Kazmiyah sighed as the doctor came into the room to extract a few vials of blood from her. “She’s my sister, Aurora. Alora is my half-sister.”
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