The Tripartite Mate Bond Chapter 166: CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX

I sat up on her back as I watched her, Tharros and Zelda descend down the pits. The place was getting more crowded than I'd like. I guess with so little packs available now, they can have their own kingdom entirely.

But there needed to be a balance of power or everything Ares worked for and is still working on would be for naught and I didn't like the idea of that.

“What do you think of a dragon kingdom yea, but every pack, vampire coven and witch must have at least one rider among them?” I asked Scarlett who was watching her sister look at her mate who still looked a bit sick.

“I don't think your parents would like that. They're obsessed with making the dragon race pure and whatever. I wasn't given a chance to come back to the pack as much as Lyra because my rider is a witch,”

“They're crazy for doing that. Maybe they should be scared for real because they're gonna have to drop some of those archaic believes, the word is different than what they had in that place,”

“Yea, I was so shocked when I got here, but be careful with all of this change thing. Don't want you gathering more enemies than needed,”

I took a deep breath before gliding over to Zelda who was done unstrapping herself from the harness she was in.

“Hey, you guys got back quickly,” I said out loud, helping her down from Lyra’s back.

“Yea, your dragon flies like so fast! I've never flown before but still, that was fast and I felt like I was flying on the wind,” she squealed, her excitement waking up more dragons than I could bother to put back to sleep.

“You enjoyed yourself I can tell,” I mused, her dramatic reaction making me smile.

She nodded empathically.

Zelda was a small woman, her blue hair suiting her pretty features. You wouldn't even know she has a daughter if she didn't tell you. I met her once and I could tell she'll be a great witch in the future.

Then I had an epiphany; I guess Lyra was so upset with me because she wouldn't have a rider and she didn't look like she'd be okay with Axel riding atop her. Ares was more suited for Tharros whenever they got to that point.

So as I watched Zelda fuss over her scattered bag, I knew she'd best be suited for Lyra. She loved to fly unlike my former self that supposedly threw up every time I was on top of her.

But I was going to tell her that later, for now, I had to get back to the pack and try to figure out what to do about the Luna situation.

“Scar?” I called and she gave me her signature smoldering look, making me smile. “I'll see you guys later. Y'all probably need to give the lovebirds some space,” I winked and her laughter rang through my mind as I walked out with Zelda.

I thought about what was the best thing to do. I could just abandon them to their fate, I was Axel's second chance mate after all. But I was so not comfortable with the idea of someone else having my mate for herself but what was the alternative?

Kane had definitely made the right choice taking another mate. His selfishness had paid off and I could imagine him being so happy he chose someone else over me. If I was a werewolf, I'd probably be in pain every night or something.

I helped Zelda with her bag as we walked back to the main pack, my mind running across several ideas, none making any sense.

But then I realized I was just a selfish hypocrite. Here I was, angry at Kane for picking himself and his pack over me but at the slightest opportunity, I chose being a goddess over my mates. Maybe they could have found a way to revive me if I hadn't made this choice.

I was sinking back into that hole of self hatred that drove me to run after Leticia, seeking for revenge and it landed me in this dilemma, albeit it won us the war but at what cost? The price was our happiness and I guess the goddess of Limbo would have a sadness aesthetic but that wasn't who I wanted to be.

I helped Zelda to one of the rooms in the pack house before teleporting back to our house. I didn't see the point of walking around the pack house and making people uneasy.

I'd seen their slightly bared necks as I passed, their wolves forcing them to bow unintentionally. I didn't know how to pull back my energy. I decided to ask Ares about that later.

As I walked into the room, I saw them still asleep.

“Damn, I must have tired them out completely,” I muttered to myself, the thought bringing a smile to my face. At least, whoever they ended up with would never be able to fuck them like that. Stupid consolation prize but a consolation price regardless

I took my bath and dressed up for the day, my new affinity for black showing out again. It suited my probably black soul anyway.

The memory of Thanatos, the god of death looking at me like I was the answer to all of his problems flashed in my mind and I realized some of my memories from the other realm were missing.

That shocked the hell out of me. Did it mean I was going to lose everything? How would I know how to even do anything? Or who I was or wanted to become? I realized I was fucked.

If I didn't figure this whole mess out before I became an old crone in a young body, I wouldn't be able to get them back like I'd planned to. I mean, if all other paths fail, I'd wait till they die and their souls can join me in Limbo, right?

But without my memories, how would I recognize them? Whoever was messing with my memory was probably going to mess with that too.

Nearly about to cry, I felt the sudden urge to throw up.

That was strange, I'd not eaten anything in about twenty hours and I wasn't capable of being sick anymore.

As Ares came to the bathroom, quickly rushing to pull my hair out of the toilet bowl, a crazy thought passed through my mind.

They took away my ability to get pregnant but what if I was already pregnant?