With her task done, Proserpina gently tugged off of her gloves and half-turned away from him, the shadows already growing to take her home… but Alastor suddenly held his hand out, his fingers very nearly touching the shadow as he stood up, as if intending to follow her.

At that, Proserpina wordlessly commanded the shadows to disperse all at once before it stole his. She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so certain that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma.

Then again, it could be Eros for all she knew…

"Are you deaf or are you dense?" Proserpina snapped, not bothering to look behind her, "I am not interested."

"Is this because I'm a werewolf?"

–Excerpt from Chapter IV: Touch Me Not

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It was just so unfair how after all these years of hoping and waiting, right when his mate finally showed up and was literally standing right there–


He wouldn't blame her if that's the case, too. Proserpina is too perfect for someone like him. How did he even end up becoming the other half of her soul in the first place?


But for the life of him, Alastor couldn't understand why things have to be like this between the two of them. It's just one problem after another, like a wheel of tears and heart aches that never seem to leave him be and why does his life feels cursed, why can't he just be happy for once?


Chapter 33: I don't wanna live forever (part 2)