Betrayed Luna's Fated Mate

-Celeste-

This was getting so interesting. The more I read, the more I felt as if this was truly the explanation for everything. I knew many would think I had lost my mind, that I didn't know what I was talking about, or that this was not something that was possible. Perhaps they were correct. Perhaps none of this was true, but no one could figure out what else might be wrong with me. Why not soul-travel?

But if it is real, does that mean we truly were mated to Zack? my wolf questioned, and I could hear her uneasiness regarding that part. I didn't exactly enjoy thinking too much about it either. Brendon was obviously the man I wanted to be with, he was my mate, but if there were alternative realities, then perhaps there was a life where we didn't end up together.

I don't like thinking about a life like that, my wolf said.

"No, I understand, but it could be there was a time when we weren't together, but that's okay. We are together with him in this life," I reminded him.

We should end up with him all our lives. Only then are we truly happy, she insisted.

"Well, if we had a different mate in another life, then I'm sure that other Celeste would say the same thing, that only that mate can make us truly happy."

My wolf didn't like hearing that. Our other sides were more attached, they guided us toward our mate, so of course, it hurt her to even think about us being with someone else.

Fine, let's say you lived in a life where Zack was your mate. Now you have an answer, but can we focus on this life?

My wolf had a point. I had been reading this book all day and had not even checked in with Brendon to see how he was feeling today. I knew it was a big step he had taken to go back to his old home just to help me find an answer. Plus, he had also seen Zack trying to kiss me at dinner. I was sure he was still feeling tense.

I got up from the couch and went to place the book back in our bedroom before I went to search for Brendon. He was coming back from the afternoon run with the other fighters, and I remained on the porch facing the training ground, seeing my sweaty and delicious mate running in the front. He looked good enough to eat.

"Do you think in my other life he continued to be mean to me?" I asked.

I thought we had put that away?

"We couldn't remember becoming mates with him," I reminded her. "So maybe in this other life he continued to be mean."

But he has told us he was only mean because he couldn't have us. His instincts made him angry that he couldn't be with us. Why would he be mean if we were never his mate?

My wolf posed an interesting question, and I pondered it as I felt the cool air move over my face.

"What if something went wrong?" I asked.

Went wrong?

"Yes, like in those sci-fi movies, you see where they go back in time and mess up everything. What if in that life something just went wrong?" I posed. "What if I am always meant to end up with Brendon because no matter what life we belong to, something went wrong and I didn't end up with him?"

You think that could be possible?

"I don't know. That's why I am asking," I chuckled.

That would be freaky. Like a glitch in time.

"Definitely freaky," I agreed.

But even if that were the case, at least we are together with Brendon in this life.

"Yes, but isn't it kind of sad if there is a version of us out there who never got to experience this?" I sighed.

Yes, but what can we do? And if you say soul traveling, you know Brendon will tie us to the bed and spank the hell out of us for even thinking the thought.

I chuckled a little again. "No, don't worry. No traveling."

You were considering it.

"It's just sad. As you pointed out, we are happy with Brendon, don't all versions of us deserve to be?" I asked.

Don't even think about thought. I like having the ability to sit down.

I smiled a little, and then I saw Brendon watching me from afar. I waved at him, and it was clear he ended the training right there so he could go to me. I watched him come up the steps, a smile on his lips as he stepped in front of me. He placed his warm hands on my hips and pulled me to him before he crashed his lips against mine. He tried pulling me closer, and my hands landed on his chest.

"You're sweaty," I chuckled.

"Mhmm, maybe we should go shower then?"

"You mean you," I teased.

"I might have places I need help reaching."

I laughed again, but wrapped my arms around his neck as he held me. My heart began beating so fast in my chest. It was incredible how fast I had gotten used to him, despite not having many memories of us, but there was no doubt we were true mates.

"How are you?" I asked, confusing him with my question.

"Shouldn't I ask you that? Any headaches today?"

"No, but I was thinking about the step you took yesterday going back to your old home and Zack trying to kiss me."

A small growl left him, and it was obvious he was not very happy talking about Zack trying to kiss me.

"Hey, that other luna tried to kiss you as well, but I am not going on a hunt," I reminded him.

"No, you just wanted me to mate with you all night."

"You actually owe me a night," I teased, seeing his eyes glow a little.

"I will gladly give you a night or a day. How about right now?" he suggested.

"You need a shower first, and I'm hungry."

"Then let's shower, and then you can ride me while I feed you."

"Brendon!"

"What? Multitasking."

"Answer my question."

He sighed a little, then shrugged. "I'm fine. I let her go long ago, and Zack has just given me another reason to punch his teeth out."

"What is your problem exactly with him? I mean, I know he is arrogant, we all know, but you and my brother have a personal problem, I believe."

"He just thinks he owns everything when he doesn't. We have fought his and his friends before, and they are definitely the types who don't understand when a girl doesn't want to fuck them," he explained.

I groaned, hating to hear this, but it felt even worse that there might be a version out there of me who actually got mated to him.

"What?" Brendon asked, clearly noticing how I felt rather upset by what I had learned.

"I read more of the book today."

Brendon shook his head a little in disagreement. "Celeste, it's fiction."

"It could be real."

"No, it couldn't."

"It actually could explain a lot, but anyway, I just feel sad," I admitted, and Brendon instantly grew concerned.

"Why? What upsets you?" he asked, and his words made me smile as I felt his need to make me happy again through our bond.

"That there is a version of me who might not have gotten her happy ending with you."

Brendon drew back, shocked. "What?"

"It's just that if my other memories are of a time where we weren't together, I just feel sad for that version because she didn't get to experience how wonderful you are."

"I can't believe there is a time when we aren't together. We were meant for each other, no matter what."

"Unless there might have been a glitch in reality."

"This isn't the damn matrix,” he reminded me before kissing my forehead, making me smile. "Now we are talking about a shower, weren't we?"

"For you!"

"There is room enough, beautiful," he told me before throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me inside.