The Triplet Alphas' Curse: Rejected by the Wolfless Luna.

PRESENT DAY:

Lysander rolled off the bed.

The movement was abrupt, restless, and irritated. He landed on his feet and immediately dragged a hand down his face.

Sleep had abandoned him hours ago.

Not that he expected it to stay. His thoughts had become unbearable lately. Lysander exhaled sharply.

The room remained dark around him, and the fire had burned low. The estate beyond the walls remained silent.

His eyes drifted toward the bathroom.

It was empty now. His eyes toward the chair she had occupied earlier, and it was also empty.

A strange feeling settled inside his chest. He felt annoyed at the sight of the empty seat.

Lysander walked toward the window.

The moment he reached it, more presistent memories followed.

His jaw tightened.

He never forgot her. Not once, and not for a single day. Not even after he returned to the fae realm.

Not even after decades, and not even after centuries.

Aire had remained exactly where she always existed. Inside his memories, and his thoughts.

Inside every corner of his mind that he refused to acknowledge. He had left the wolf realm back to the fae realm without her because he found out she was just sixteen when the mission was assigned to him.

Lysander rested one hand against the cold glass. Outside, darkness stretched endlessly across the estate.

His reflection stared back at him.

A bitter smile touched his lips.

Lyse.

That ridiculous name. He could still hear her saying it. The memory struck with painful clarity.

"Lyse." he mumured.

Lysander closed his eyes. He knew their paths would surely cross again but he never expected it to be this soon.

She became one of the most important memories of his life, and the irony almost made him irritated.

Aire still didn’t know.

Even now, she didn’t.

Lysander rubbed the back of his neck. How exactly was he supposed to tell her?

"Hello, Aire." He mumured, as if in practice. "Remember the starving human you spent months feeding? The friend you trusted? The only friend you had? That was me." He cleared his throat. "Also, I lied to you. Also, I was sent there for a mission. Also, I watched you afterward." He rolled his eyes, and shut up.

The thought made him grimace. There was no version of that conversation that ended well.

Not a single one.

Aire already hated dark fae. Finding out he had hidden something like that from her would only make her worse.

Lysander pushed away from the window.

His pacing began immediately. He walked to the other end of the room, and more memories followed relentlessly.

Three months.

That was all it had been.

Three short months. Yet somehow those months remained clearer than events that happened centuries ago.

He remembered her laugh, the way she always tried to pretend she wasn’t hungry, and the way she secretly gave him the larger portions as though he would never noticed.

Lysander stopped.

His expression darkened. He remembered the way she flinched whenever she returned from home, the way she never spoke about her uncle unless forced, and the way she immediately changed subjects whenever family was mentioned.

Lysander had understood far more than she realized. He just hadn’t known how bad it truly was.

His hands clenched.

The memory shifted again to the final day he spent with her before he disappeared. He stared at the floor.

For a century now, that memory remained his least favorite. He might have been a dark fae, but leaving had been difficult.

Lysander closed his eyes.

After returning to the fae realm, he had done exactly what he was supposed to do.

At first, he submitted reports, shared information, and completed every task assigned to him.

Then he made a mistake.

He looked through the portal once and that was all it took.

The portal shimmered, and her image appeared. There she was, standing alone outside the tent weeks after he had left.

Lysander remembered every detail.

She had arrived carrying food everything she visited, and cloths for him, believing he’d return.

Lysander swallowed.

The memory hurt. He watched her want for hours, then longer. The sun set, the snow deepened, and autumn came.

Aire remained. She arrived twice a week as they agreed, believing he’d return, and that something might have delayed him.

Lysander remembered watching her sit beside the fire and looking toward the forest every few minutes.

Weeks later she finally stopped waiting.

At least physically.

Emotionally?

He wasn’t so sure.

Lysander remembered the expression on her face the final time she visited the tent, and saw that he was gone.

Her expression went from hurt, to confusion, and then to disappointment. On a faithful day, she left the rent, and never returned.

Every year, the portal became an addiction. One he never admitted, or explained as he now hoped she’d one day come to the tent.

His jaw tightened.

Morrigan had noticed eventually, but she had left the realm immediately after, as her

A soft curse escaped him.

The room remained silent.

Lysander sat on the floor with his back against the wall. He leaned forward. His elbows rested against his knees.

How exactly was he supposed to explain any of this?

How was he supposed to explain that he knew her favorite hunting trails?

That he watched her grow older through a portal because he couldn’t stop himself?

The truth sounded insane, obsessive, and unforgivable. He only stopped watching her through the portal after the mate bond.

Aire would probably hit him.

The thought almost made him smile. Sooner or later she would find out. And when that day came, Lysander genuinely had no idea what she would do.

His amusement vanished the moment another realization settled in.

"Morrigan." The curse left his mouth immediately.

Of all the dark fae in the realm, Morrigan had assigned him the responsibility of teaching Aire how to use her powers.

Lysander leaned his head back against the wall. "That manipulative female." His jaw tightened.

Aire already hated the fae realm.

She already hated being here. And now he was supposed to convince her to willingly learn dark fae magic?

Lysander sighed.

Unfortunately, her opinion on the matter changed nothing. Sooner or later, those powers would surface.

And if she refused to learn willingly... His expression hardened. Then he would teach her by force.

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