Chapter 93: Would I still love him?

Ava’s POV

The cell was dark. Damp, with a leaking roof. The scent of decay and sorrow hugged the air like a curse that would never lift just like withering body.

It was quiet, but not the kind of silence that brought peace, it was the kind that made one's skin crawl, as if the walls themselves were whispering secrets I wasn’t meant to hear.

I had been trapped here for what felt like an eternity. I can't tell day from night or night from day. A spirit without a body. A prisoner without chains.

I could hear the soft, shallow breathing of  the children, their small bodies folded into themselves as if trying to disappear. Their eyes, empty, afraid—would flicker toward me whenever I moved, as if I could somehow save them. But I was just as powerless as they were.

I didn’t belong here. I didn’t deserve this endless nightmare. But I was here. And the reason why was, is standing right in front of me.

Alasia. She looked at me with that same infuriating smirk, her dark robes flowing around her like shadows brought to life. 

She had taken me through memories of her past, shown me web of illusions, made me see her pain, her love, her downfall. And I had started to think, maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t the monster I thought she was.

Yet again, I had been wrong.

Because now, she stood before me with her cold, amused gaze, ready to shatter every illusion she had let me build in mind.

“I see the way you’ve been looking at me, Ava,” she said, stepping closer. “The doubt in your eyes. The hesitation. You’re starting to wonder if I was just a victim, aren’t you? How gullible and pathetic” she sneered.

I didn’t answer. She laughed. “Let me do you a favor and erase that doubt completely. I am not a good person. I am a monster and I embrace who I am." 

Her fingers lifted, and suddenly, the scene around us shifted. The darkness in the cell peeled away, replaced by a vision so vivid, it felt like I had stepped into another world yet again.

A kingdom. A place filled with light, with magic vibrating through the air. I could feel it, I could feel it in my bones. The energy was familiar, like an echo I am used to. Yet, I know I have never been here .

“This,” Alasia whispered, drawing from my thoughts, “was your home.”

My breath hitched as I snapped my head to look at her.  No. No, that couldn’t be true. But the look in her eyes said otherwise making me remember all that was whispered behind my back at the Moon Stone pack.

" Beta Jackson wasn’t your father,” she continued. “You didn’t come from that realm. You came from here, our realm. Mesodomica. A kingdom of hybrids, wolves that could wield magic  living as one.”

My heart pounded against my ribs. I tried to step back, but my spirit form felt locked in place, frozen by her words.

“Didn’t you ever wonder why you could use magic so easily?” she taunted. “Why it came to you like it was always meant to be yours?”

I swallowed hard. I had. I had wondered. However, I had thought it was Drakon's powers that gave me.

Alasia lean her head to the side,  her eyes gleaming with something cruel. “But that’s not the best part, is it? No, the best part is why you don’t remember any of this. Why there’s nothing left of Mesodomica but dust and forgotten whispers.”

The scene change.

The beautiful kingdom, the place that felt like a lost piece of my soul, began to burn.

Fire rained from the sky. The ground cracked open, swallowing homes, people, lives. Screams filled the air, screams that pierced at my ears, that made my stomach twist.

I turned, ready to run and then, I saw him. Raphael. Standing tall in the middle of the destruction, his eyes black as the void, his hands stained with blood.

A sob choked my throat as my processed everything. “No—”

“Oh, yes,” Alasia whispered, stepping beside me, watching the scene with a strange kind of satisfaction. “I told him to do it, you know.  I made him erase your kingdom from existence.”

Her words were hurt, they were like knives slicing through me, tearing me apart.

“You see, Ava, I once had a vision,” she continued, her voice deceptively soft. “A prophecy of a girl with silver hair. A fated mate of my beloved. A force strong enough to calm the beast within him, the one, even I couldn't. And I knew,  I knew it was you.”

She turned to me then, her expression turning dark.

“I couldn’t allow it,” she admitted. “I wouldn’t allow it. I wasn’t going to let some girl take Raphael from me. So I did what I had to do.”

She smiled. Smiled a wicked grin.

“I whispered in his ear. I fed his fears, fed his beast.  I told him your kingdom was a threat. That the hybrids would one day rise against him. That they would try to take everything from him.”

She gestured to the burning ruins before us, where Raphael stood amongst the bodies, his face cold, detached, as if he wasn’t standing in the remnants of a massacre.

“And he believed me,” Alasia murmured. “So he wiped Mesodomica from the face of the earth.”

A choked breath escaped me. My legs felt weak, even though I wasn’t standing in a real body.

Alasia had done this.

She had stolen my past. My family. My people. The people I didn't know. 
If I knew them, maybe, just maybe my life would have been different. I would have parents and sisters that loved me. A soft sobs escape my lips for what I couldn't have.

She had turned Raphael into their executioner. All because she had been afraid of losing him.

Tears burned in my eyes, but they didn’t fall.

Alasia stepped closer, her fingers brushing against my cheek, tilting my face up to hers.

“You thought I was just another victim,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. “You thought I was forced into darkness.”

A slow, cruel smile curved her lips.

“No, little dove,” she breathed. “I am the darkness. I am Alasia." 

I jerk away from her touch, my entire body trembling with rage, with sorrow, with something too big to name.

Alasia only chuckled, stepping back. “Now, tell me, Ava. Knowing this… will you still be able to love him?”

Her question struck my heart.Because I didn’t know the answer. And that terrified me more than anything else.

" Would I still love him?" I whispered back.
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