Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Seren

I let my anger get the best of me after meeting with Aelara, and took to the seas. My anger raised the tides, and a hurricane formed over the water. It lasted for hours, until I was exhausted and couldn’t hold the power any longer.

Now, the storm is dying.

Waves crash against the jagged cliffs, tearing the sky apart with their fury before collapsing into exhausted foam. I stand at the edge of the world and watch the sea pull itself back together.

The air still hums with my power, tainting the world with my scent of salt water. The aftermath always tastes the same: bitter as regret.

I didn’t mean to summon the tempest.

It came on its own this time, after I saw her.

Aelara.

The name burns like liquor in my throat.

It’s been centuries, but I can still feel the shape of her in the bond we used to share. It’s weaker now, almost absent altogether. When she fell from the heavens, she took half of me with her.

I told myself I didn’t care. That I didn’t need her. But storms don’t lie, and mine have been raging ever since she chose him over us.

In every lifetime she chooses him, I shouldn’t be surprised that she has done it again. But this time it feels different. It feels final.

I close my eyes and breathe in the salt, the ache. “You always wanted to be human,” I whisper into the wind. “I hope it was worth it.”

Thunder answers from somewhere far offshore.

The sea spits a body onto the rocks below.

At first, I think it’s just another casualty of my temper, a sailor unlucky enough to cross the wrong tide. I glide in his direction, willing to put him out of his misery. But when I reach him, something in me falters.

He’s alive but only barely.

His clothes are shredded, his skin pale, his hair dark and matted with sand. A strange tattoo coils along his arm. It is half a zealot mark, and half something older, obscured by blood and salt.

He’s breathing.

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“Damn it,” I mutter, kneeling beside him.

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I should let him die. I should put him out of his misery. He’s human, and I’ve killed enough of his kind to fill a hundred graves, But something in the rhythm of his heartbeat tugs at me. It’s steady. Familiar, Like the ocean’s pulse.

I press my hand to his chest and push. Water pours from his lungs in a violent cough.

He gasps for air, eyes snapping open. They are gray–blue like the sea before a storm.

For a moment, we just stare at each other.

Then he croaks, “You… saved me.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” I say. “I might still change my mind.”

He tries to sit up and winces. “Where… where am I?”

“Nowhere you’ll want to stay.”

“Then why did you pull me out?”

“I didn’t,” I reply.

“But you still saved me,” he

groans.

I don’t have an answer that doesn’t make me sound weak. So I stand instead, turning my back to him.

The tide is retreating. The water laps at my ankles, gentle now, as if apologizing. My reflection flickers in the foam. My dark hair is plastered to my face, and my blue eyes shine bright like they are a reflection of the

water.

Aelara used to say my storms were beautiful. She said they reminded her of freedom. I’d trade a hundred storms to be free of her shadow.

The man behind me coughs again. “What’s your name?”

“Seren.”

“Fitting.” He forces a smile. “I’m River.”

I roll my eyes and groan too loudly. “Of course you are.”

He chuckles weakly. “Why does everyone say that when they hear my name?”

“Because it sounds like fate,” I say. “And fate’s rarely kind.”

I lead him to a small shelter carved into the cliffside. It is a place I built long ago when I still believed I could outrun memory. The storm has half–collapsed it, but it’s dry enough.

River leans heavily against the stone as I start a fire.

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He studies me in silence for a long while, his gaze unsettlingly steady. Most men can’t look at me for more than a heartbeat. They sense what I am and flinch away.

He doesn’t.

“You’re not human,” he says finally.

“No.”

He nods, as if he expected that. “You’re one of them.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“You are a goddess.”

I laugh. “You make it sound like a compliment.”

He frowns. “Isn’t it?”

“Not if you’ve seen what it costs.”

I poke at the fire, letting the sparks snap and die.

He’s quiet for a moment, then says, ““I was a zealot once. A captain. I thought I was serving the divine. Until I realized I was drowning people for it.” His voice roughens. “The sea took my entire fleet. It spared only me.”

“So the sea and I have something in common.”

“Maybe,” he says softly. “But you pulled me out instead of letting me go.”

“I already told you,” I snap in his direction. “I did not pull you from the waters.”

He looks like a wounded puppy who has been scolded. “You control the sea. You pulled me out.”

His words make me pause. I wrap my arms around my knees, staring into the flames. “You shouldn’t thank me for mercy. It’s not one of my virtues.”

He smiles faintly. “Then maybe it’s time you found some.”

The way he says it, it’s too gentle, too much like her.

I look away before the grief turns violent. “Sleep, River. You’ll need your strength.”

When he finally drifts off, I step outside.

The night is clear now. The storm has passed, leaving the sky washed clean. Stars scatter across the water’s surface like shards of broken glass.

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