His Accidental Luna

TO REMAIN OR TO LEAVE, HER CONFESSION

CHAPTER 16: TO REMAIN OR TO LEAVE, HER CONFESSION

He had not informed her that she needed to stay!

Devon paced back and forth inside the room, where Helena had leave her be. But panic seize her insides, how can she not be, when she was late informed that she was meant to stay and be trained. She isn’t prepared for it. She isn’t mean to be queen or to reign hunted of vampires together with Zachary. She was even confuse whether he was really her mate, or not, because if it does then what about Tarik? The first glance she had laid her eyes on him, she felt something already and so she knew who he was.

On the other hand, she was still testing the waters with Zachary.

“This is more confusing than what I thought it would be.” Devon run her fingers through her hair, feeling the strands and the frustration reciprocated by her emotions combined by how bewildered and shock she was by the sudden turn of events.

It wasn’t because she wasn’t happy. She was in fact grateful to find the other half she has been looking for, but not this way, or has it been normal to have two mates at the same time?

She didn’t know. She haven’t been on this predicament before.

The door opened.

By the smell of it, she can tell exactly who it was

“Zachary.” The moment her head whipped across to him, Devon uttered. “We need to talk.”

Her hand felt clammy. She was actually nervous. She felt fear creeping inside of her, taking a hold of her chest as Devon haven’t had any idea what could be his reaction. But it depends. It’s either Zachary would believe her or not, but she needed to risk it. Although some part of her had not refute the possibility that he may imprisoned her in the Kingdom as to think that he’ll share with Tarik is merely a shameless fact that every male won’t just let happen. One in particular, both wolves and vampires are known to be deadly possessive.

She gulps. Is she doing the right thing?

“What is it? Is something bothering you?” He sounded happy, enthusiastic even.

This made her felt guilty as she knew what ruins she is going to bring his mood in.

“Well—” But her mind went blank the moment Zachary reach out only to pulled Devon across to him.

Her head hit his chest.

Devon instantly blushed. Her mind went blank and she was filled with the intoxicating scent that he have. It was musk, the smell of pine and peppermint she was drawn into. It ease away her worries. His touch which made her skin shudder, the wantons to be so near and so close made her wolf purrs, but not Devon. Her mind was clouded with hesitation. Doubts recoiled, but each of them has been repelled with the mere fact of how his presence soothe then.

Same with the effect brought by Tarik.

But what he did next made her frozen. Devon gasp. She count move, while the latter only chuckled.

“Hmm? Are you saying something?” Zachary softly laughs.

“Y—you.” Her cheeks reddened across.

She could feel his hot breathe fanning across her neck. It was like a dejavu, bringing her nostalgia from their first encounter. And she knew exactly what would happen, if Zachary is tempted to bite her. His bite would mean possession. It would be a claim telling everyone and every species that she solely belongs to him. That’s what she feared the most, not because she don’t want to, but Devon wanted to settle some things first before actually made a decision first.

She move away from his grasp.

She turned her head, and prevent herself to see the sudden hurt expression that laced his face.

“Is there a problem?” Zachary repeated the same questions he have on his mind. “Are you not liking the room, I can call some servants and let them change it to whatever may have fancied your taste—”

But Devon only shook her head at his suggestion.

“It wasn’t like that.” She gnawed her bottom lips.

“Then, what it is?” Zachary sounded confused.

It made her felt bad knowing that she was the one who cause it.

“It’s just that, are you really sure that we are mates?”

“Are you doubting that we are not?” The happy expression, the enthusiasm lacing his tone vanished. It became cold, as if what she asked is something that Zachary had not like a bit.

It churned her insides. It reeled her guts as if she spoke of careless without thinking what he is going to feel.

“N—no.” Worried, Devon faced him.

But she was greeted by the cold stare infiltrating her chest.

His eyes in a deepest shade of red. He was staring at her, and it was chilly.

“Zachary—” Contrite rue her regrets for even bringing her questions affront.

“Don’t you like me to be your mate?” His eyes darkened.

His fangs elongated as if he couldn’t keep the thoughts Devon could have sworn were slowly playing inside of his head.

This is a bad idea. She thought as she saw his eyes are already changing its colour.

Zachary stood there. He looks scary and terrifying. His eyes in a deep crimson coloured hue, his bared fangs were sharp as she knew it is.

Her chest thumps loudly. The beat is erratic. To test the water has really not been easy the moment she pushed her luck.

She licked her lips. A nervous habit that for her mate that was slowly losing his control was an invitation. She saw him gulps. The vein on his arms tightened as he clenched his fist. His entire physique told her how tense he had become.

“It wasn’t like that.” She nervously coaxed him.

But he isn’t listening at all. Totally lost by the madness gripping, by the anger he has been cramped fuelled by what Devon said.

“Or do you have a lover that you have left behind, is that it?” His tone is becoming more dangerous each second, even his accusation.

Devon knew that if she didn’t do anything, this would escalated more worst than what she was least expecting to. To be scared now should not be an option anymore.

“I would kill him.” He snarled possessively. “You are mine.”

“I am.” Devon mustered her courage.

She wove through the distance that lies between them and as she grew closer, she couldn’t tore her eyes off from Zachary. She keep his gaze intact, and the moment she finally made a close proximity to where he was, Devon had not realized that she is going to pulled a stunt so bold that she had least expect coming from herself.

“I am yours.” She breathed out in submission.

Right before she pulled him closer and crashed her lips against Zachary.

This left him stunned, glued and frozen, but Devon did not stop. Somewhere, her heart jump with something she couldn’t explain.

And the feeling of his lips against her gave her an ethereal feeling she had lost words with.

It’s like opening up her soul, tasting feeling and seeing every colour of the rainbow in their own sensual way, almost like catching a smile in a bottle, its softness, its sweetness. It was as if breathing in the person like a cool inhalation of oxygen to warm the soul. Like nothing in the world exist but Zachary and her. What she’s feeling cannot be put into words, nor has there get been any part of speech or figure of speech invented to describe it. It’s like an aphrodisiac, mixed with Pandora’s box that moment she unconcealed what it hid, fireworks glowing inside her from the touch of his skin against her own. 

It’s crazy.

Hadn’t she have some doubts earlier? But now it feels right, it feels incomparable by everything she could think of.

Zachary returned her kisses.

It was gentle as if he was afraid he could of hurt her if he is not careful.

“Tell me you are mine.” His voice rasp, it sounded husky as he continuously ravage his lips.

“I am yours.” Devon was breathless.

She was running after her breathe the moment she pulled apart from the kiss they shared. She could feel the red tint on her cheeks and the feeling, the sensation so odd, and strange, but she likes it.

She felt him cupped her cheeks. He softly caressed her face, and trained his eyes to her. It was no longer dark. His aura no longer deadly as if he was ready to devour and killed those who might have been on his way.

He looks as if the same man she saw in the woods.

More calmer. More open.

“You made me mad, didn’t you know that?” Zachary said, but he uttered those words in a gentlest possible way he could. “But you know exactly how to tame the beast I have, didn’t you?” He soon added with a chuckle.

His teasing tone made her blush.

She gulps at the sudden smirk she saw on his lips which curve in a suggesting manner.

“S—stop it.” She felt embarrassed.

She had just kissed him!

For heaven’s gracious, Devon had not expected that sudden turn of events.

She could still recall as it relish on her memory the taste of his lips.

It was sweet and soft. It taste as if a peppermint same with his scent. It was addicting, it left her intoxicated, and the wantons to claimed his for the second time around is more than satisfying. It bottled her insides and she couldn’t brushed away, shrugged off the thoughts of what might have took place if Devon had not stop.

They are mates and Devon knew exactly where it could lead on. The kiss they share is hot, it was the steam she had express the moment she was thinking of how to tame his beast. The same way on how Tarik repelled away his pain.

“Are you embarrass?” His teasing continue.

“I am not!” In denial, although she really was, Devon grumbled underneath her breathe.

“There’s nothing to be embarrass about.” Long before he stole another kiss from her lips.

“W—what did you just do?” Her eyes widened.

“I just get some kiss from you?” Zachary asked.

He was grinning!

“I—I didn’t allows you!” She gave him the eye.

“Can’t I just take it without asking for it?” He chuckled, laughing heartily at the reddened cheeks she have.

“H—how could you—!” Devon pursed her lips.

Was it because of that kiss or she really getting comfortable now with Zachary?

“But by means of asking, if I ask for another thing—“ He bit his lips.

And Devon is no fool at what he is talking about.

“D—don’t you dare!” She quickly covered his mouth.

Her embarrassment, abashed at the thought he presumably have, if possible to get more redder, her cheeks would be turning no more than different to a ripe tomato. Nevertheless, she couldn’t deny the butterflies that were filling her stomach, quietly forgetting for a moment what Devon left behind.

Perhaps, it wouldn’t be that bad to see how it will ends, right? She thought.

She stared at him.

But if possible that they are her mates, one whom Devon barely knew and one was a king, is she prepared for the responsibility of the reign that Zachary and Helena keeps telling her?

She doesn’t know. She was unsure of. All her life, she didn’t have the chance to lead, Devon was always being chase, run after, trailed to get killed, and the will to live is the only thing that keeps pushing her to continue.

She was lost, too drawn that they failed to noticed the sudden knock on the door.

It was Zachary who had awoken from his trance yet.

“Your majesty?” It was a voice of a male. Perhaps, a warrior who is guarding the Palace.

“What is it?” Zachary did not tore his gaze from Devon.

“You have a visitor.”

She saw him frowns.

“Who could it be?” Zachary asked.

But the moment that voice speak of his guest, Devon felt herself pale.

“It was Tarik from the Devonshire Kingdom, your majesty.”

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