Switched Fate: Tangled In His Body

Chapter 5

Morana’s POV

“Logan! Let her go!” Vincent’s voice was starting to get blurry.

I tightly held onto Logan’s hand, starting to lose my breath, and black dots appeared in my vision.

“Whoever dares to lay a hand on my mate deserves nothing but death!” he growled loudly.

I close my eyes as another tear fell. This time, it wasn’t because I was being strangled to death but to the words that pierced my heart more than anything that could hurt right now.

Mate… For the man before me, I’m no longer his mate. I’m just one who deserved to be killed.

I once found solace in the belief that love comes in different forms, and perhaps my purpose lies elsewhere, away from the constraint of a love that wasn’t mine to begin with.

But seeing this now, I guess there was no actual hope of me being really happy.

I shut my eyes tight, a lone tear fell from the corner of my eyes, and my last breath left my lungs.

“Moon Goddess, you sly trickster. You must be having fun watching me suffer in this love triangle, aren’t you?”

Maybe I’ll one day find a parallel universe where I’ll be the fated mate.

Those words were the last I had before I let the darkness my own husband brought me succumb to my body, breathing my last.

“Morana, please come back to me.”

I wince as the heavy sunlight hits my eyes. Every inch of me was aching. Opening my heavy eyelids, I first saw him – the man whom I thought would protect and love me till death.

He gripped my hand with both hands. Seeing me move slightly, his eyes frantically searched for mine.

The moment my eyes landed on his, everything flashed back to me as if a movie was playing before me.

I vividly remember his bloody red eyes filled with hatred and pure intent to kill me right then and there.

I instantly pulled my arm back to myself.

My hands sneaked up to my neck, and the lingering feeling of him straggling me to death.

“Mo-Morana . . .” I glanced at his eyes, which were now back to the teal-colored iris I once admired.

Worry and guilt danced around Logan’s eyes.

“Morana, I’m sorry.” He reached out to me, and as though it was a bodily instinct, I instantly pushed myself back, away from his coming to comfort me.

I swallow the lump in my throat, my hands still covering my neck as if protecting it from the predator that might once again strangle it.

“I-I’m really sorry, Morana.” I looked away from him as my eyes caught a lone tear escaping his eyes.

I kept my hands to myself, knowing that if nothing had happened, I would rush to grab that face towards mine and kiss every tear that would slide into his cheeks.

However, how do you comfort someone when you’re also under the pain that same person inflicted?

I closed my eyes as I felt myself trembling. We let ourselves succumb to the well-needed silence in the room while I tried to control my emotions.

“I didn’t mean to—” Logan broke the frozen stillness between us, reaching over for my hand again. I pushed myself even further away from him and onto the edge of the bed, pulling my knees to my chest.

“I know.” I cut him off, finally staring at his eyes. We both searched each other’s souls on each of our windows. Him in my eyes, me in his.

I gnaw on the insides of my cheeks before looking away. “You know I could never do that to you, right?” Logan muttered. This time, he didn’t reach out to touch me.

Perhaps he realized how much I have already suffered from his own hands. A strangle after a slap.

“And yet you did,” I mumble to myself, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. And yet he did. He hurt me for another woman. A woman whose status I couldn’t compete with.

“What’s your plan now? Are you willing to go to war? To let this pack fight for us?” I mumbled, and Vincent’s words came to mind.

“We’re all willing to fight for you, Luna.”

“No,” I raised my gaze up at Logan. He seemed to be lost in thought once again. “I can’t let this pack be a victim of our love.” He turned to me, his eyes searching for mine.

“Morana?”

“I thought you were determined on this one when you spoke with the council?” I asked, fiddling with my fingers.

It was me who first rejected the idea of being in a war despite Vincent’s assurance. But seeing Logan, who’s my actual husband, taking a step back in fighting for me was hurting me more than it shouldn’t.

“Did you reject her, Logan?” I mumbled, my heart clenching at each word. I slowly raise my head to look up at him. I anticipated his answer.

Did he?

Did he finally reject her, at least after knowing what that obsession he had with her did to me?

A long minute passed as I waited for his response, but nothing came. I bit my lip as tears threatened to form in my eyes again.

I swallowed them in before nodding. Logan turned to me, his silence the only answer I would ever need. “Morana . . .” He rubbed his face with both hands, trying to wake himself up.

I sighed, tucking both sides of my hair behind my ears. “Then, when will you reject her, Logan?” I murmured, my voice low and still hoarse.

“Logan,” I called. He was contemplating.

Out of all the things he had to think about, it would be this. It wasn’t an ‘absolutely’ or an enthusiastic ‘of course, I will.’

No, he was actually thinking about it. Mating with another woman was actually up for consideration.

“Logan, are you thinking of accepting her?” I finally snapped, unable to hold my anger any longer. His eyes turned to me, wavering at my stern look.

“The elders won’t agree. I needed to negotiate with Violet.”

Dumbfounded, I asked, “What?”

Sarcastically, I laughed at my betrayed and bitter heart. I pointed at my neck and at him. “Isn’t this enough proof that you can’t control yourself when you’re in the same proximity with that woman? You are irrational when you’re with her because all you can think of is how to f**k her!”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Trust? It’s all about instincts now, Logan…” I shook my head, completely heartbroken.

In the end, he had no choice but to let me come with him. Hand in hand, we met with the elders, where Tristan Harrison, Violet’s father, was also present.

“Unbelievable! He’s already married. What’s hard there to understand?” I uttered, enraged by Tristan’s constant attempt to push his daughter to be mated with Logan.

It’s been minutes already, and we were only going in circles when he used us as a threat.

Tristan leaned back on his seat like a scheming fox he was. Acting all innocent, he calmly said with a facade of concern, “Luna Morana, can’t you be broad-minded? Alpha Logan will be much stronger once he mates with his true mate. He’ll be stronger, and so will your pack. It’s a win-win situation.”

I gritted my teeth. So now, he was going there. He wanted to make me feel like I was the one in the wrong when the only one who would suffer and sacrifice in this plan they wanted was me.

“It’s not Morana. It’s me. I don’t want to win your daughter, nor will I get another mate, Alpha Tristan.” I looked in shock at Logan, feeling a sense of comfort in hearing him defend me.

Unexpectedly, Tristan laughed, his voice radiating into the room. “Oh, come on, Alpha Logan. You’re deceiving yourself. Everyone saw at George’s wedding how much you lust for Violet.”

My nails dug into my palm, blood dripping in my hands as I was reminded of that scene again.

Tristan narrowed his eyes and provoked, “You want Violet so much that you slapped Luna Morana for her.”

Pulling myself together, I let out a smirk. “So, it seemed Violet got that from you, huh?”

He looked at me with confusion.

“Only an unmannered woman will act intimate with someone’s husband. Not only are you ignorant, you also failed to teach your daughter properly,” I fearlessly said.

In a matter of seconds, everything escalated. Tristan became furious and wanted to attack me, but Logan swiftly blocked his path to protect me while the elders middled.

“Let’s both calm down, please. We can talk this out.” One of the elders mediated.

“The Luna Game!” Another spoke, taking everyone’s attention.

The elder pointed at me and Violet, “Why don’t you both participate in the Luna Game?”