Betrayed Luna's Fated Mate

-Celeste-

One big question had remained in my head regarding everything that had happened to me. The mysterious memory loss, the sudden appearance of them, the pain, and the fainting. I had wondered why some memories were painful and why others weren't. Tonight, as I saw Zack coming together with that other luna, it triggered something violent, something I had no idea how to process, and so I had tried distracting myself, but Brendon wasn't going to let me escape talking to him. I loved how he wanted us to work together, but this I found it hard to express because how could it make sense?

"What did you say?" Brendon asked, caressing my ass cheek that he had mercilessly spanked.

"I think I died," I repeated, and Brendon got me back into my former position, where I straddled him.

"Why do you think that?" he asked.

"When I saw Zack and that other luna with him... No, the first time I saw him in the club, I remembered something. I remembered her with him, and then tonight I heard him actually speaking, saying he wanted her more than me because she brought more power with her. Then I saw this dark figure someone hovering over me- and it felt as if my throat was being squeezed."

Brendon seemed deep in thought, sliding a little further down his seat, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I was unsure if he even believed me. I reached out, running my fingers through his hair.

"Say something," I whispered.

"I'm a little unsure what to say. You're very much alive. You're sitting with me right here," he pointed out.

"I know."

"But you say... you died?"

"Maybe in my other life..."

"Not this again," he sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Just think about it. Remember what I read about dying in one of your versions?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"You get stuck in your next form, but maybe this is the reason I can't remember my other lives. Maybe this is the reason why I can't remember anything," I pointed out, but Brendon didn't seem convinced. He seemed very unsure if he should believe it was true, I had been killed in some alternate reality and now had gotten stuck like this. I knew how it sounded, but what other explanation was there.

"I don't even know what to say," he groaned.

"No, I know. I don't know what to think either."

"Let's say I believe this. Why would someone kill you?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"Were you a bad person in some other life?"

"Oh, right, blame the victim," I retorted, crossing my arms, and he scolded me with his eyes.

"I'm just throwing some theories out there," he told me.

"Listen, from what I can gather from my other memories, Zack and I ended up being mates," I said, and I heard Brendon growl. "Then he somehow chose someone else."

"Why would he do that if he had you?"

"He wanted more power."

"Power?" he asked. "But if you're mates, you can't betray each other."

"Some can."

"It's very rare, and only true evil people can."

"Maybe Zack is truly evil. He seemed bold enough to try to go after me in this life," I reminded Brendon.

"Celeste, it's just too weird."

"But what if it is all true? What if he had me killed? What if I was an obstacle?"

"I think you're reaching very much."

"I have to grasp. I want an answer to all of this."

"Yes, I understand, beautiful, but even if you were killed in some other life, what can you do about it? You can't go back," he reminded me.

I knew he was right, and yet something dark and angry suddenly filled me a feeling that didn't feel like mine but somehow was mine as well. It was a feeling that followed the memories I had gained, and I pushed away from Brendon. "Revenge."

"What?" he asked.

"If Zack killed me, then I should avenge myself, shouldn't I?" I asked.

"Celeste, you have lost your mind. If there is any truth to what you're saying, you're the only one who remembers, and you would go to jail for killing someone else."

"You were ready to kill him, thinking he had assaulted me."

"According to the old law, I have every right to kill him."

"But I can't?"

"You honestly want to murder someone?"

When he posed that question, I knew I didn't, but it felt wrong to let such a scumbag get away with betraying me. I didn't get why I would ever end up with Zack, but maybe something had gone wrong in that reality, or maybe Zack had done something to me. It didn't feel right just letting him get away with it, and as I thought about it all, I realized something.

"We are still the same people," I said.

"What?"

"We are still the same people. You and me. We haven't changed. Even in the other life, you were mean to me, but it was very strange why you were mean if it wasn't because we were mates." "I was mean?"

"You were, and yet you weren't my mate, making me believe something went wrong, but that is a question for later." "What?"

"Brendon, if you and I haven't changed, it means Zack hasn't either," I reminded him, and Brendon slowly stood up, realizing what I meant.

"You think he plans to kill you? You're not his mate," he pointed out.

"No, but what if it isn't me he plans to kill, or what if whatever reason made him kill me in my other life still counts today."

"Can you remember why or what made him do what he did?" Brendon asked.

"So you believe me?" I teased.

"Just answer the question."

"Not really. I hope it comes back to me."

Brendon seemed to think about what I had told him, looking more convinced now, and began nodding.

"If there is some truth to this, then we should at least be careful and observant," he agreed.

"So you do believe me?"

"I don't know, but Zack certainly is bold since he tried to kiss you, and for some reason that couple decided to target us that night. They went after both of us."

"That is quite strange. You don't think they remember, do you?" I whispered.

"Shouldn't the rest of us remember something then?" he posed.

"Maybe... Unless we are all travelers."

"This is still so weird," he groaned.

"But you trust me, right?" I asked, and Brendon smiled a little.

"I do trust you."

"And you will help me keep an eye on Zack?"

"I don't like the guy either, so if we have any reason to be careful around him, then I will gladly keep an eye on him. But you need to start remembering everything. We need to know what it is he wants and why he even felt dissatisfied with you." I nodded, agreeing with what Brendon was saying. I had to find a way to remember.