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

Aire rested her head against the cage wall.

The cold stone pressed against her temple.

For once, she wasn’t thinking about escape. Her thoughts remained trapped on Vaelor. More specifically, on the absurd thing that had come out of his mouth.

Move into Lysander’s chambers.

Aire stared at the opposite wall. She slowly stared at the vines again, then back at the wall and back at the vines.

The vines remained wrapped around her wrists like smug little criminals.

Aire narrowed her eyes. She folded her arms, and the vines tightened slightly.

Aire quickly unfolded her arms again, and the vines relaxed. Aire hated them deeply, passionately, and personally.

Her stomach growled.

Aire ignored it. Her stomach growled again, and she ignored it harder.

Silence returned to the cell the moment her stomach relaxed. However, her stomach relaxed for approximately seven seconds.

Then her stomach growled a third time.

Aire sighed. She slid farther down the wall.

The mud beneath her felt cold.

"÷Move into Lysander’s chambers." The words continued circling her head.

What could they possibly want? That was the part she couldn’t understand.

The vines made sense. The imprisonment made sense, and the lessons made sense. The starvation made sense.

Everything else made sense, but this didn’t.

Why Lysander? Why not another cage? Why not another room? Why not another tower? Why not literally anywhere else?

Aire frowned.

The more she thought about it, the stranger it became.

She rubbed her forehead. Were they trying to watch her?

No.

They already watched her.

Were they trying to punish her?

No.

Vaelor had easier methods. Much easier that he would enjoy.

Were they trying to break her? Or were they trying to affectionately trap her in this realm with familiarity?

The thought made her pause.

Slowly, she looked down at the vines.

A chill crawled up her spine.

No.

If they wanted to break her, they would’ve done it already.

Something else was happening.

Something she couldn’t see. Lately, she hated being behind. She hated being the last person in the room to understand what was happening.

Especially when the room contained dark faes. This reallm had really made her step out of her soul.

Aire groaned. She now hold on to every grudge and mind playing like her life depends on it.

She sat upright. She wanted answers, and there was only one person in this realm who seemed capable of giving them.

Vaelor.

Aire immediately looked down at the vines.

"You." She glared at them.

The vines remained still.

Aire pointed at them. She twisted her wrists. "I need to speak with Vaelor." She told them, and waited.

She got nothing.

She narrowed her eyes. "Take me to Vaelor." She repeated herself.

Aire blinked. She could feel the vines ignoring her.

Her lips thinned inro a straight line. The audacity. She caught her breath, and stared at the vines, unsure.

She pointed again. "Take." She paused. "Me to Vaelor."

Aire stared at the vines, and they stared back. At least that was how it felt.

Aire folded her arms.

The vines immediately tightened, and she unfolded them again with a sharp gasp.

Aire sighed, sure they could hear her. Then she tried again. "I need to speak with Vaelor."

The silence stretched in the cell. It stretched enough that Aire wanted to strangle somebody.

Finally she leaned her head back against the wall.

"Fine." She gave up, and recoiled into herself. She believed the pain won’t be for evermore.

The vines remained victorious.

Several minutes passed before footsteps appeared.

Aire immediately straightened. She stretched her legs out, glad they finally passed her message, and rea to speak to Vaelor.

The footsteps stopped outside the cage.

Aire lifted her head, and immediately frowned.

Who stood before her cell was not Vaelor but Morrigan.

Aire swallowed with courage.

Morrigan stood outside the cage, and her arms were folded.

Her expression looked murderous.

Aire’s heart immediately sank. Not because she feared Morrigan, but because she was tired.

Very tired of seeing the evidence of her mistake towards people.

Morrigan stared at her with ruthless authority.

Aire stared back at her.

Several seconds passed with both of them just staring at themselves. Morrigan scoffed, breaking the silence, and the sound echoed through the corridor.

"You really are shameless." She began.

Aire looked away, having no idea what she spoke of, or what she wanted now.

Morrigan’s eye twitched. "You heard me." She called, snapping her finger with irritation.

Aire examined a crack in the wall. The crack seemed significantly more interesting to her at the moment.

Morrigan folded her arms tighter. "First you slap him."

Aire continued studying the crack. If she looked at Morrigan for too long, she’d remember the little girl.

"Then now you refuse him."

Aire said nothing. She remained still, staring at the crack on the wall. She swallowed a painful lump in her throat.

Morrigan’s jaw tightened. She moved closer to the cage, and dark magic twirled from her fingertips. "And now you’re playing difficult."

Aire blinked once. The crack truly was fascinating. She discovered it a few days ago, and never paid attention to it until today.

Morrigan stared hard at her.

Aire ignored her.

Morrigan’s patience visibly began dying.

"You think this is amusing?" She barked, sounding like a wounded animal. "You think you’re clever?"

Aire said nothing. She let her rant, with no idea what Morrigan was going on about. If there would be any greatest regret she’d forever live with, that would be taking a human child in, and taking Nate’s word for granted when he doubted a child’s existence.

"I don’t see what you’re doing." Morrigan warned like a reminder. "But I must tell you, don’t get yourself killed before you’re ever useful."

Morrigan took one step forward.

Aire continued ignoring her.

The female’s eye twitched.

Aire almost smiled, staring at the crack. Her eyes burned, and watered, as she felt warming her heart up.

She felt so ashamed to ever possess such strog feelings. She never possesses one even towards her uncle.

Morrigan eyed Aire, as if inspecting a furniture. "Oh, I understand."

Aire still didn’t look at her.

"You’ve decided to play hard to get."

That got Aire’s attention. Aire slowly looked up to her. She lifted a questioning brow.

Morrigan immediately mistook that for interest. "You believe refusing him makes you desirable."

Aire blinked. She blinked twice without emotion, then she looked away again like a broken toy.

Morrigan froze. That offended her even more. She took another step forward.

Her chest heaved rapidly, and the dark magic around her fingers twirled faster. "I am speaking to you!" She yelled at Aire.

Still, Aire said nothing to her.

"You’re manipulating him." Morrigan accused.

Aire was taken aback by the sudden accusation. Her manipulating a dark fae? What sort of language was that?

Or could Morrigan be in desperate need of a physician?

Morrigan’s patience finally snapped. "ANSWER ME." She growled, hitting the cell doors.

Aire sighed, disgusted. She turned to Morrigan with little interest.

Morrigan straightened.

Aire stared at her. Several seconds passed before Aire spoke. "You know."

Her voice sounded thoughtful.

Morrigan narrowed her eyes.

Aire tilted her head. She finally decided to be mean. "You remind me of someone."

Morrigan frowned.

Aire smiled innocently.

"Who?"

Aire’s smile widened slightly. "Marsili." She said lightly, with a soft smile.

Morrigan froze and for the first time all day, Aire felt better.

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