Cursed By The Moonlight - Chapter 99

Amaris waited for the prince’s rejection. She looked at him in the eyes and saw that he was hesitating. She stared at him with pleading eyes. She wanted to beg and tell him to reject her. It would be best for them both.

Alwyn felt the pain when Amaris said those words. Her rejection was direct, and she didn’t waver. It was her decision, and there was really no hope to change her mind.

He sighed deeply, then looked into her eyes.

“I, Alwyn Sylric, crown prince of the Elven Clan, accept your rejection, Amaris Hadley, Luna of the Blue Moon Pack, and reject you as my mate. I hereby break the mate bond between you and me.” He finally said.

Alwyn could feel the pain of rejection. But for Amaris, she didn’t feel anything at all. But she was thankful for the Elven prince’s decision.

“A-Are you okay?” She asked.

“I’m already used to this. You can go; first, I’ll stay here for a while.” He said.

Amaris nodded and started to walk away from Alwyn. He stared at her when she began to get far from him. Again, seeing her was heartbreaking.

He held on to his chest and continuously breathed. It started as a dull pain within his chest, but it shortly spread across his entire body. Panic took over him for a moment as thoughts of endless pain crept up in his mind.

What if this excruciating stabbing pain would never stop piercing through his heart? He thought inwardly. Wave after wave kept coming. Cold shudders shot through his body, and both his hands and legs were shaking.

He tried his hardest to ignore the pain, but it only got worse. Maybe giving up was the right choice. He thought to himself. This cruel, sickening pain had been with him for years now, but the pain now was a lot different from the previous ones. His legs gave out under him, and he sank to the ground.

He felt weak, sweat covering every inch of his skin, and his hands were quivering out of control. His eyes peeked all over, desperately searching for a way to relieve the miserable feeling.

He was exhausted, and the pain took its toll on him. Tired, but he couldn’t stop it. He paused for a moment and weighed every answer to this pain, considering each option and trying to find the best way to contain what he was feeling.

Soft cries and grunts escaped his mouth. Weary and frustrated, he wanted it all to be over and done with. But he was unable to block out the pain completely. Sick of dealing with all this, the prince refused to accept the misery and mustered his strength to get on with his day to the best of his capability.

Amaris sat down beside Zion and smiled at him. He smiled back at her and held her hand.

‘So what do you feel? Are you hurt?’ Zion asked, using a mind link.

‘Nothing. I’m relieved that we somehow found a way to break our connection. Do you think he’ll be okay?’ She asked.

‘It will hurt his feelings. The pain will last only for maybe a week. But it’s better that way rather than being hurt for the rest of his life.’ Zion answered.

Amaris agreed. If she were in his place, she would also choose to feel pain for a week rather than experience it forever. But she couldn’t stop herself from worrying about Alwyn. She looked at Zoila and thought of something.

Zoila and Grakar were the only ones who didn’t have a mate for now. Maxine seemed okay with Cole and Damien with Shelly. Zoila might be able to help Alwyn.

‘Can I ask you a favor?’ She mind linked Zoila.

Zoila glanced at her and frowned.

‘What is it?’ She asked Amaris.

‘I rejected Alwyn, and he accepted it. Can you help him at least lessen his pain? I don’t know what kind of help he needs, and I cannot give anything to him. Can you take care of him?’ Amaris asked, almost pleading.

‘Are you feeling guilty right now?’ Zoila chuckled.

‘Hey, I’m not that bad. I had to do it. I love your brother, and I can’t make him worry because someone claimed that I was his mate.’ She pouted.

‘I know. And I think that’s better than hurting the prince over and over.’ Zoila commented.

‘So, do you think you could help him?’ Amaris asked.

Zoila nodded and smiled at her. Amaris whispered thank you and gave Zoila a gentle smile.

Outside, Alwyn was still trying to fight the pain he felt in his heart. Sweat was pouring from his forehead, his hands were moist and shaking, while he gritted his teeth and flinched from the pain. It took him some time to gather his thoughts, or at least gather adequately of them to think slightly clearer.

He was so exhausted. Depleted both because of the pain and drained of dealing with the despair, he didn’t have a choice but to endure all of it.

‘When will this pain stop? Someone, please make it stop; I can’t take it anymore!’ He said inwardly.

The soil beneath him was drenched with his own sweat as he fell to the ground.

He was on the ground, dying and in pain. To make matters worse, he felt like something was stabbing his heart. It seemed that he couldn’t even die comfortably.

‘Ah. This is what it felt like when your heart was being torn into pieces.’ He thought to himself.

He began to feel scared. He was alone while everyone inside was happily chatting with each other. He could hear the waves of laughter and cheers of the creatures inside the tavern while he was outside feeling the unbearable pain.

‘Why hasn’t anybody looked for me? Does no one adore me? Does no one care for me? Or, they must be searching for me in the wrong place. I’m certain someone will find me soon. Somebody will find me and rescue me.’ He continued to think of those positive things to lessen his pain.

He was so dizzy, and everything was spinning around her. He felt like think he might pass out any time soon. But he couldn’t let that happen. He lay down on the muddy ground and stared at the sun.

He could feel the sunlight was directly brushing his skin. It was warm. He felt glad that he could still feel the warmth coming from the rays of the sun. It only meant that he was still alive.

He wanted to close his eyes and was starting to give up when he saw someone was running towards him. He thought it was Amaris, but the woman had black hair, and he saw her left eye turn red when she crouched down on the ground.

“You have to survive this! You are the crown prince of the Elven Clan. What would your people think about your family if you were that weak? Stand up!” The woman ordered.

He frowned and stared at the woman ordering him to stay alive. It was Zoila. The woman who killed her mate for his brother’s sake.

When he heard her story, he thought it was admirable and heroic. But now that he was feeling this kind of pain, he respected Zoila even more. How did she survive this feeling? He asked himself.

Now he knew why some creatures who had their mates got killed or rejected like him died after a few days. Zoila’s story was much painful than his, but she survived.

The prince mustered his strength and stood up from the ground. Zoila helped him, and to avoid being seen by the elves inside the tavern, she guided him to a much-isolated area.

Zoila supported him, leaning him against a sequoia tree. He was breathing irregularly, and Zoila was starting to get worried. She saw herself in Alwyn’s face when she experienced the pain of her mate’s death.

“Alwyn! Listen to me! You have to fight the heartache, and the pain will consume you if you let it devour your body. Think of something or someone that would make you happy. Think about your family. If you die, what will happen to your clan? What will happen to your sister? What if someone takes her away from your kingdom? No one will protect her.” Zoila ranted.

Alwyn looked at Zoila’s face and stared at her. She was right. Elmyra needs him, and he promised her that he would return to be the king. He suddenly saw his sister’s crying face, and right there and then, he decided to fight and never give up on whatever came in his way.

Zoila saw that Alwyn was trying his best to fight the pain in his heart. She knew how painful it was to lose your mate.. He was still breathing irregularly, and without thinking, Zoila leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.