The Alpha's Fated Mate Is an Outcast-Chapter 71

Dressed in a pristine white toga that clung gracefully to her flawless form, one that revealed just enough divinity, still rather elegant, the woman sat, sprawled on a loveseat, her gaze fixed on the music-like box with a mirror on the mini table close by.

"Everything has gone wrong. Way too soon..."

Her long sparkling silky silver hair poured all the way down to her ankle, a face—incredibly angelic, painted with concern.

"I do not wish to imagine how cruel it must feel down there," she mumbled to herself, her eyes—light brown and shimmering.

She blew on a single strand of her hair, patted down by the crown of flowers on her head. "They could have had mercy on her, but no. Who’s going to save her now? What will she d—"

"Keona!" The double door of the room banged open and in walked another woman, just as angelic, hair rather a mop of golden curls that fell all the way to her bottom.

Hands fisted against the belted white toga she had on, the woman Keona slowly got up from the loveseat.

"Amora..." she muttered and quickly reached for the mirror, shutting it close into the large musical box. "W-what are you doing here?"

"What do you think you’re doing?" Amora questioned. She stormed toward the box and opened it, but nothing was showing on the mirror.

"I wasn’t doing anything," Keona said, frowning at her with her cupid lips pursed.

"You were watching her again, weren’t you?" Amora asked. "When are you ever going to learn?"

"Learn what—"

"That she doesn’t exist to us, anymore, Keona."

Keona glared at her. "She’s our sister!"

"Our sister does not exist anymore!" Amora snapped at her. "She broke the rule. Her job was to assign mates to our mother’s creations, just like your job was to see to the manifestation of every alpha, beta, and omega. Earla broke the number one rule! Never take interest in our mother’s creation, curiosity is not even allowed, and Earla, what did she do?"

Keona fisted her hands. "All she did was have the thought, Amora—what it would be like to have a mate. She didn’t didn’t act on it."

"We are goddesses, Keona..." Amora said slowly. "And thoughts and actions receive equal consequences. Earla knew that, yet she broke the rule!"

"But she is our little sister. She was young, surely another chance wouldn’t—"

"Will you listen to yourself?" she snapped, pissed off, and began taking steps toward Keona who backed away, clutching her toga. "We are goddesses! Goddesses, Keona, what is so hard for you to understand?"

"She didn’t deserve this much, Amora!" Keona snapped back. "Her memories were already wiped, and so was her wolf’s. She had been reduced to the status of mother’s creations. Wasn’t that enough? Did you have to make her an outcast, a hunted?"

"You think I wanted to?"

"Didn’t you?" She raised a brow. "You’ve never really liked Earla, you’ve always been mean to her. And the second she made a mistake, you found the chance to get rid of her, and you did it in the most brutal way possible."

At this point, Amora was fuming, listening to the words her sister was spewing. "You think...I hated Earla? My own sister?"

"Am I supposed to think otherwise?" Keona asked. "You’ve always criticized her for every little thing and when she was sentenced, you didn’t show any form of sympathy. You were cold-hearted and you still are."

Amora chuckled dryly and shook her head. "So now it’s my fault that she broke a rule she never should have? It is my fault that I did what I was asked? You think I wanted to punish her to that extent?"

"Well if you didn’t, why did she become an outcast despite her memories being erased? Why did you make her a hunted?"

"It was the appropriate punishment," she bit out with anger in her tone.

Keona fluttered her thick silver lashes and clenched her hands into tight fists. "Amora, Earla will never make it back up here, ever again. She’s no longer a goddess and do you have any idea of what will happen if she is killed down there?"

"I am aware. So?"

"Amora, her soul will be gone. We will never see her again, it would be like she never existed in the first place."

"She brought it upon herself." Amora shrugged. "There is nothing I can do about that. Whether she lives or dies down there, it is all up to her. Nothing is my fault, and certainly isn’t anyones. All fault lies with her, she brought her misfortune upon herself. Just like there are laws down there, there are laws up here as well and do you know why we are goddesses? It is the fact that unlike them, we cannot break a single rule or it’s over for us. That is one thing Earla failed to understand. Don’t blame me for it!"

She snarled and turned around, storming off to the door to leave, the fabric of her white toga waving behind her.

"You’re cruel, Amora, do you know that?" Keona questioned in a trembling voice. Her gaze dropped to the floor, shoulder slumped in defeat. "Why?"

Amora paused at the door and slowly turned to look at her. "Cruel? Me?" She laughed and shook her head. "Get over it, Keona. Earla is gone, reborn. She’s a different person. She doesn’t know we exist, she is no longer a goddess and she certainly doesn’t know you or recall you. So forget her and do your job. Our little sister doesn’t exist anymore! Rules are Rules!"

She shoved the door open with so much strength that one of them flew off. But before she left, she glanced over her shoulder, saying, "One more thing my dear sweet sister, try not to end up like her too. Because I always do my job and I’ll sentence you according to the law above here in Moon Drop. Be careful because I sincerely do not wish to lose another sister, there are only two of us left now. Mother won’t be happy, so don’t disappoint her as Earla did. You are a goddess created from our mother, the moon goddess, remember that."