When their mate turned away Chapter 06
On the day of our burial, cold rain fell, covering the world in gray sadness.
Derek Reed and Jason Cole wore white mourning clothes, completely silent.
No screams, no tears-only empty, endless darkness in their eyes.
When the procession reached the tomb, Derek Reed looked one last time at the cold stone marker.
He turned and walked inside without hesitation.
“Jason, I’ll leave the rest to you.”
“I’m staying here to repent for what I did.”
The heavy tomb door closed, cutting him off from the world forever.
The Aetheris Pack no longer had a powerful consul named Derek Reed.
Only a tomb guard, trapped in eternal regret.
Jason Cole stared at the closed door, then turned, cold fury in his veins.
He drew his sword and rode straight to the pack doctor’s home.
Mia Bennett still believed Jason Cole would take her back.
She dressed up nicely, fixing her hair and makeup, waiting to become his mate.
But she didn’t get gentle affection.
She got Jason Cole’s murderous, bloodshot eyes and a sharp, shining blade.
He didn’t kill her quickly.
She’d hurt Maya and Iris too badly for an easy death.
He wanted her to suffer exactly what we’d suffered.
He took her far from the pack, to a place no one knew.
He repeated every trick, every lie, every cruel act she’d done to us.
Mia Bennett lived in constant fear and pain, tortured every single day.
After ten years of misery, she died alone and broken.
When she was dead, Jason Cole returned to the pack alone.
All he wanted was to see Maya’s tomb, even from a distance.
But guards stopped him before he could reach it.
They beat him violently, breaking his legs and crippling his hands.
They threw him into the rogue lands outside the pack like trash.
The alpha’s voice roared after him.
“You ungrateful beast! My daughters gave you everything, loved you with all their hearts, and you threw it
away.”
“You don’t deserve to stand near their graves.”
“Go back to where you came from.”
Twenty years later, Jason Cole was back where he’d started—a broken, crippled rogue.
One day, huddled in an old temple, he saw Derek Reed.
Ten years of guilt and torture had destroyed Derek’s mind.
He was mad, muttering the same words over and over.
“Iris… my Luna…”
Jason Cole stared at the once-calm, proud king, now a broken beggar, and forced a bitter smile through the
pain.
“It’s better this way.”
They deserved every bit of their suffering.
We’d been their salvation when they were at their lowest, the light that led them to power.
But they’d put out that light and broken our hearts.
For the rest of their lives, they deserved to rot in the dark, tortured by endless regret for the love they’d
thrown away.