The Alpha Who Killed Me Chose Me Again

Jean's POV...

The silver chains around my wrists rattled as two guards dragged me through the crowd.

Thousands of wolves had gathered in the central square.

"Kill her"

"Kill her"

"Kill her"

The pack members all chanted, raising their weapons and torches, some had spatula and canes.

I was forced on my knees roughly, by the guards. Blood stained the torn fabric of my white dress as my knees scraped against the rough stone floor. I winced in pain.

I knelt there, on the floor, both my hands chained to the floor with strong chains. My heart was beating erratically in my chest, and threatened to burst out.

Just a few hours ago, everything was alright and I wasn't about to be killed.

"She's an evil witch," one of the female cook spat. "She wants to take possession of our world, but she couldn't and now, she wants to destroy us all,"

"I wonder what the Alpha saw in her," another eyed me.

Their mutterings and talks kept on, each saying something worse than the last.

Everything was happening too fast.

"Traitor,"

Immediately, someone threw a stone at me from the crowd. I shut my eyes as the stone hit the corner of my eyes. I felt the pain sting in my eyes.

My eyes were still shut when I felt another stone hit my shoulder and at that moment, I heard a crack. My shoulder must have fractured.

Then I felt it, heat radiating from me, wanting to erupt and burn everyone.

My body vibrated from the feeling and the chains holding me down began to rattle subtly.

I took in steady breaths, trying to make everything stop.

I opened my eyes slowly... the crowds panicked in horror and retreated a bit in fear. The guards around me stumbled backwards, the fear was there in their eyes.

"You see that?" One of the Elk elders, pointed at me. "Her eyes are like the colour of fire and fury"

Before I could shut my eyes again, a huge stone flew from the crowd and landed on my forehead.

"Uhh," I groaned, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion as I fell back. My body hit the floor hard and blood flowed from my nose.

"She's a monster!" The crowd erupted.

"Monster!"

"Kill her!"

"She wants to kill us all,"

My hearing blurred as I wasn't paying attention anymore. I was slowly giving away to the silence of the void.

"Where is my Kael?" I muttered. "He would save me from this when he comes,"

I couldn't die yet, not until he comes to rescue me.

I felt myself being pulled up to a kneeling position. I couldn't kneel on my own, so the guards used their spears to pierce my sides to keep me still.

Elk Jord, the beta's grandfather stood Infront of the crowd and pointed at me with his staff.

"Tonight, the Crescent moon Pack would have been brought down to nothing but ashes... by this monster,"

I took in a sharp breath as the spears pierced in harder.

He continued as he faced the crowd. "This pack has thrived for centuries and has crowned over two decades of Alpha Kings, we've done so much for this pack, our sweat and blood" he paused and looked at me. "We won't let an evil dwell amongst us,"

"Yes!" The pack chorused. "Kill her,"

My eyes were half closed, but I saw some guards approaching me with swords.

My heart quickened. Where was Kael? I needed him now.

"Wait," Elk Jord said, his hand in the air.

I saw the crowds parting and creating a pathway for someone... a man.

He walked closer and then I saw him.

Kael? My heart rejoiced. He had come to rescue me.

He stopped right in front of me, but he didn't squat to carry me or release me.

Elk Jord came forward and tapped him on the shoulder, then faced the crowd.

"What better way to be executed, than by your own mate's hands?" He said and came forward, handing Kael a silver dagger.

No. I shook my head. He was not about to do that. He wouldn't listen to Jord.

How wrong was I?

Alpha Kael Draven. My mate. My husband. The love of my life, was the man about to kill me.

"The Council has decided," Elk Jord said. "Luna Audrey Vale, has been found a threat to the werewolf world,"

Murmurs spread through the crowd.

"The accused is responsible for the deaths of thousands of wolves and the destruction of seven territories,"

I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't know how any of it happened.

I didn't know why my powers had spiraled out of control.

I didn't know why everyone believed I was a monster.

"It is time to see the end of this monster," he added and the crowd cheered. "Alpha king... your duty awaits,"

I looked up at Kael. I could see his face clearly. He wasn't looking at me.

"Don't listen to them," I said weakly. "I didn't when it happened. I'm innocent,"

He didn't say anything. He just held the dagger tightly.

Then slowly, he stooped to my level where I was kneeling.

"Kael..." My voice cracked.

His eyes briefly closed, but only for a second. I saw the pain in his eyes. The tear that slipped down his face and the way his hands trembled as he held the dagger.

"Please," I whispered. The crowd couldn't hear me. Only him.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

My heart shattered. He didn't mean that.

The man I had loved with everything inside me, chose the world over me... over us.

He was the man who once promised to protect me... but now, he held the silver blade meant for my heart.

"Was loving you my mistake?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"Did you ever love me?" I asked again, this time, louder.

He held my shoulders and leaned forward "More than my own life,"

I shut my eyes and let the darkness consume me.

"Just do it," I said. It didn't matter anymore. He had already killed me the moment he chose the world over me.

"I am sorry, Jean"

"I deserve this," I added.

"Forgive me," he said.

Immediately, he plunged the blade into my chest.

Pain exploded through me as the metal pierced me. Our mate bond snapped shut and my wolf howled in despair, his too.

The last thing I saw was the tears in his eyes as he kissed my forehead.

I died by the hands of the man who swore to protect me. As death wrapped itself around me, I whispered the words that I knew he'd never hear.

"I regret loving you,"

Then... the world vanished.

.........

Gasp!

My eyes flew open as I shot upright in bed, clutching my chest. My heart hammered violently against my ribs.

My trembling fingers touched the place where the blade had pierced my heart.

There was no wound. No blood. Nothing. Only smooth skin.

I stared around the room. It was familiar, the curtains, the wooden dresser.

This was my bedroom, my old bedroom.

My gaze found the calendars ahead.

01/06/2027

Just then, a knock at the door frightened me.

"Jean?" my mother's voice called.

My entire body froze. What was my mom doing here? She was supposed to be dead.