Chapter 94: Do you still pity me?
Ava’s POV
“Will you still love him?"
Alasia’s question rolled in my mind, shaping around my thoughts like a serpent, tightening, squeezing, poisoning.
Would I still love him? I don't know...
I had no answer. Only the unbearable heaviness pressing against my chest, the sickening sense of betrayal roping me.
But Alasia wasn’t finished.
She lifted her hand and snapped them, and the world around us shifted again. The ashes of Mesodomica gone, and suddenly, we were standing in the middle of a city untouched by destruction.
It was beautiful. Breathtaking.
The kingdom of Mesodomica before its fall.
The people walked through the streets with laughter in their voices, the warmth of their smiles contagious even through the veil of memory.
Market stalls lined the stone paths, filled with shining silks, fragrant herbs, and strange glowing stones that vibrated with magic.
Children ran past me, their silver hair gleaming under the golden sun, their eyes, eyes like mine—reflecting innocence, joy, peace.
These were my people. I could feel it. See it in the resemblance. This should had been my home.
A painful lump formed in my throat. I wanted to reach out, to touch them, to hear their voices without the barrier of time between us.
But then, the sky darkened.
A thick, suffocating fog rolled over the kingdom, swallowing the warmth, turning the laughter into screams. The ground quaked beneath my feet. A monstrous roar split the air.
And then, I saw him again. Raphael.
His soldiers poured through the streets like a black tide, their swords gleaming with fresh blood. Houses burned. Men and women ran, clutching their children, but there was nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run.
The King of Mesodomica stood at the castle gates, his arms outstretched as if to shield his people.
"Stop!" his voice rang out, desperate. "We welcomed you! We offered you peace!"
Raphael didn't hesitate. He lifted his hand, and the shadows answered. They wrapped around the king, sinking into his flesh, into his soul. His silver eyes turned black, his body convulsing, until he was nothing more than dust in the wind.
A sob tore from my throat.
I wanted to look away, but Alasia's magic forced me to watch.
One by one, my people fell. The smell of blood thickened, choking the air. The silver-haired children I had seen playing only moments ago lay lifeless on the ground, their eyes wide with terror.
Raphael slaughtered them all.
And the worst part? His face was blank. No rage. No remorse. No hesitation. Just cold, calculated annihilation.
My knees buckled, but there was nothing to fall onto. No ground. No body. I was only a soul, forced to witness the death of a kingdom I never even got to know.
Alasia stood beside me, her expression unreadable as she watched the massacre unfold.
“You see?” she whispered. “You weren’t supposed to exist. Your people weren’t supposed to exist. And yet, by some miracle, you survived.”
I barely heard her. My mind was splintering, breaking under the weight of what I was seeing.
How? How had I survived this? The scene shifted again.
Now, the ruins of Mesodomica lay in complete silence. The once-thriving kingdom was nothing but rubble, soaked in the blood of my people. The sky was gray, thick with the ashes of the dead.
Then, I saw her. A woman, cloaked in black, moving through the wreckage.
Alasia.
But not as she was now. This Alasia was younger. Weaker. There was something in her eyes, a flicker of uncertainty underneath her cruelty.
She bent down. And there, among the corpses, lay a child. Small. Barely breathing.
Me. Or maybe not.
" Don't worry, it's not you." Alasia whispered. " It's your great-great-grandmother My moment of weakness birth you."
I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth as the younger child stirred weakly in the rubble, eyes fluttering open.
Alasia stared at her, at the child version of my bloodline, with something almost like hesitation. Then, she lifted her hands, magic swirling at her fingertips.
"I should kill you," she murmured. "I should end it here."
But she didn't.
Instead, she gathered the child into her arms, her grip tight, her movements quick and precise.
"I knew then," Alasia whispered beside me, her voice almost soft. "I knew through her, the child from my vision would be born. And I knew I couldn't leave her there. Not without making sure she never became what you were meant to be."
The memory blurred, shifting again.
Now, we stood in the human realm.
A small town. It was Manhattan. Close to the Moon Stone Pack.
I watched as Alasia walked through the quiet streets under the cover of night, carrying the child in her arms.
She reached a house. It was called Jared’s house in the human realm.
" I had wanted to save her. I couldn't bring myself to kill her, no matter how hard I tried. So I brought her to the human world."
" I left her there, until you came along. By then, I was already no more and more powerful than ever. So it was easy to wipe them out." Alasia said coldly.
" What?" I choked out. She gave me sly grin.
" But I didn't kill you. You see, I decided to play with the fates. So I took you to the Moon Stone pack." She became quiet as the scene changed again.
My stomach turned as I realized what I was about to see.
Alasia pushed open a door without hesitation. Inside, a woman sat by the fire, humming softly as she rocked a baby in her arms.
A baby with golden curls and soft, warm skin.
The real Jackson child. The child I had replaced. Alasia didn’t hesitate.
With a single flick of her wrist, the baby in the woman’s arms went still.
Dead.
A soft cry escaped the mother’s lips, but before she could react, Alasia placed me, the stolen child—in her arms instead.
The woman’s dazed eyes cleared. Confusion flickered across her face, then settled into something eerily calm.
She had used a spell and rewrote the woman's memory.
She had no idea her real child was gone. No idea that the baby in her arms wasn't hers. Alasia turned, stepping into the shadows before vanishing completely.
The scene dissolved. I was back in the cell.
Back in the darkness. My breath was ragged. My entire body trembled. Alasia stood before me, arms crossed, a smug look on her face.
“I didn’t stop there,” she said lazily. “A week later, I came back. I took a different form. I whispered to your adopted mother, warning her. Telling her to be wary of you. To fear you. I told her to feed you wolfsbane, to hide your magic. That you would bring destruction to her if she doesn't." My nails dug into my palms.
Alasia smirked. “I spread those rumors, you know," she continued, almost gleefully. “The whispers in the pack, the hatred, the isolation… It was all me.”
Something inside me cracked.
I had thought the Moon Stone Pack had hated me because I was different. Because I was weak. Because I didn’t belong. Because I had been wolf-less
But the truth was far worse. It had all been all planned.
From the moment my great-great-grandmother had been found in the rubble of my kingdom, my fate had been controlled, manipulated, twisted into a life that was never supposed to be mine.
And Alasia had planned it all. I lifted my eyes to hers, rage burning away the sorrow.
“How could you be so evil?” I whispered.
Alasia tilted her head, a cocky smirk curling her lips.
“So, tell me, Ava,” she purred, “do you still pity me?”
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