His Accidental Luna

THE PRINCE’S FEELINGS

CHAPTER 14: THE PRINCE’S FEELINGS

When he saw the tears streaming on her eyes, the longings and distress, the sadness he could feel brimming, Tarik felt his heart being gripped. It churned his insides, and it was the very first time he had ever felt this way. It feels like a knife curving his flesh, it was painful, more than the injuries, the bite marks he had gotten from the war. It’s more than his scars, which left mark, a memoirs of triumph as well as the mourning he would grew accustomed with the others for the lives they lost.

After what happened inside the Palace, the Devonshire and the rumours spreading like a wildfire about him and his words he had expressed with the Queen, Tarik decided to return to where he had left her be. Under Helga’s protection, whom he is assured that she will be safe. The mate he’s been asking for, yet he couldn’t have. The bond he could have fight for, but it will cost their kingdom every single thing they built for years.

Is he ready to offer those in exchange of the fate he was destined for?

Tarik is still lost. He haven’t had any answered yet, and so he came back here to seek what he’s been looking for. With his mate, he felt at ease as if there’s no burden he should had been worried of—only to find her accusing stare, the defeated look ‘til she turned her back and runaway.

She runaway from him, scared, and hurt.

“Luna...” He felt a sudden pang that stake his chest.

He didn’t ask for her name, but he knew what it was. The moment he gets to know who was his name, Tarik spend time to search for her until fate let them meet again, even at such circumstances, whom he will always be grateful for. Her name is Luna, but she goes with Devon. Disowned, and forsaken by the pack who became her home for years, a rogue who loitered and live by stealing from the others.

What he heard about her made Tarik felt sympathetic he blamed himself for not looking, for staying inside the Palace ‘stead of seeking where she is. He blamed himself for the pain she should have not suffered from, if only he was there by his side.

But what he least expect was the sight before him.

“Y—young master.” It was Helga, who was left stunned, bewildered even at his sudden appearance.

She was no longer absorb at her book, the harshness afflicted even on her visage was long gone now. She looks terrified, shock—whether because Tarik was there or from what she said that entirely urge Devon to runaway and never look back. Either way, it doesn’t matter.

Fear crept, and crawled.

When Tarik settled his gaze on her. It only doubles as she perceived the darkness looming on his hooded eyes.

“What did you do?” He growled.

His sneers that even if she had become his friend, and his ally still left Helga terrified. Carries away the mockery, and the fury she inflicted, which lashed out the moment she saw Devon.

“I—I didn’t do anything.” She gulps. “I just told her the truth!”

“The truth?” He growled loudly.

It made the ground shook. His aura became threatening. His steps are slowly becoming more intimidating. His wolf where an Alpha King blood run on every fibre of his body is slowly taking over dominion. If he lash out, Helga knew that there wouldn’t be any escape at all. Tarik could take her, whenever he would want to. He could ask for it, but Helga....she didn’t want to die yet!

“Y—your majesty!” She dropped on her knees, when she saw the angst fury mauled his mercy.

Helga knew the beast that lies dormant inside of him. She is fully aware of what he is capable of. And what he can do by means of, every odds he would against with just for the mate whom he had been fated with...just like how he smeared bloods on his claws, when the Queen’s life has been put at risk. She saw that Tarik. She witness what he can do.

Helga’s chest beats erratically as if she could almost felt the fear growing inside of her. She didn’t know what happened earlier. With the nightmares that left her sleepless at night, and the rogue that were placed under her wings, she felt the grudge she keep for their species had gone wild. It was a precipice, she saw on Devon, smelled the scent of those murdered whom Helga hated the most.

She hurt her, she inflicted the same pain, convinced that by doing so, she would felt better. That a rogue won’t be able to go against her. The debt of live she lost, and now all regrets—the lament she felt is all too late now.

She could still heard Devon’s voice inside her head.

“We didn’t choose to be a rogue in the first place!”

Right before she stormed out and leave.

“You hurt her.” It was a statement.

Tarik did not ask. He was pointing his finger, and she could understand where it was coming from.

“I—I didn’t mean to!” Her lips quivered.

She could hear his heavy steps, the thuds left as he grew near and closer. He looks so much scarier, far from the second borne Prince of Devonshire who always keep his calm. It wasn’t the first time, but Helga is beyond terrified.

“I—” She gulps, when she heard him roared loudly. To withhold herself and never run, sprint away is something was more scared to do. If she run, it means she was succumbing and admitting her guilt, but if she remain, exposing her neck to offered her life, it could either means two things, she could live if he decided to or perish on his hands.

“I’m sorry, your majesty.” Helga was genuine when she apologise. She knew what she did and what said was wrong. Even she felt bad for the pain she cause to Devon.

“But she is crying already, how can you compensate with it?” He growled ferociously.

Her shoulder tense, when she remembered something.

“I will compensate it by saving the life she long for.” She gnawed her bottom lips.

“Whose life was it?” Tarik challenge her.

“Her friend.” Helga responded. “The rogue you brought with her whose life was slowly slipping away, your majesty.”

Tarik stared at her. It digs hole, the intensity she couldn’t withstand, and all the fears has been washed of, relieved when she saw him turned his back.

“That is if he lives, Helga.” That’s the lad thing she heard before she was left there alone, thinking about what she have done.

On the other hand, regardless of her confusion, and before she could decided of, Devon found herself on a detour towards the Vampire whom she didn’t even gotten the name of. She had an idea where they are heading to—towards the Kingdom where his species inhabit, the Reinsworth Kingdom of the South borders.

They travelled through his ability. The harshness of the wind she could felt biting on her cheeks left her in bothered, he was fast, while she was clutching on his arms for support. Somehow, why does she felt reassured although they both came from different species, borne from different clans? The other fed on blood unlike them. Her wolf had not even recoiled whenever he made contact at their skin. She would erupt with joy, repeating the same words, which made everything more confusing.

Mate.

It feels odd now. All her life, Devon were thought to that mates fell only between two people. A pair, not a three or four. It was only between a wolf or either whom she would be fate, but she least expect to was to have two mates—Tarik, and this vampire she didn’t get to know the name yet.

“We’re here.” She heard him whispered across her ears.

The close proximity had not bothered her, but the embarrassment she had gotten used to when she felt him taking ahold of her scent.

Devon gulps.

She opened her eyes and she couldn’t help, but felt the awe striking her core. They are on the Reinsworth land, and if the Devonshire is thriving and so was this kingdom. It was the very first time she had ever set her foot here. Unlike what she imagined when she was young, the Kingdom isn’t dark. Not even one vampire are shielding away from the sun. The myth that get burnt from the beam erase the belief she had grown accustomed with.

But they looks actually pale.

“It’s—” She didn’t know how to put it into words.

“Beautiful?” The man chuckled. “I know it is.”

He sounded proud, and he should be as for Devon’s opinion.

“Whoever was your king here, he is a great ruler.” This came out of the blue, perhaps the admiration she felt gnawing her insides had urge her too.

“He is, and so were you.” He added 2ith meaning.

“What do you mean?” Devon glanced back at her shoulder.

She looks at him, pondering about what she said as she can feel that it meant something.

“Nothing.” The male chuckled. “Do you want to see the castle?” He offered, quietly changing the topic.

Devon did not pry any longer at all as it seems that he do not want to talk about it.

“Are we allowed to or will I be allowed to?” Devon frowns.

She wanted to say yes, yet she wouldn’t want to get in trouble.

After all, she is a wolf, particularly a rogue that should have been hunted.

“Of course you are.” He reassured her.

“Won’t you get in trouble?” She continue.

“Me?” The latter raised his eyesbrows at her.

“Yes.” She nodded her head. “I am a rogue, I know you can smell that I am. Aren’t you worried that some would see you with me, and you will also get thrown from here?”

What she said made his forehead cease.

“I’ll get thrown because I was seen with you, is that it?” He carefully asked.

“Yes, it wasn’t possible.” Devon turned her head and her gaze glazed over the land she saw. There is the woods that lies ahead, and the fruitful trees bearing to what they thrive for.

“But it won’t be possible here.” Right exactly when Devon felt him grew closer.

She gasp aloud. His voice is firmed, same with his strong arms which pulled her closer. She could hear his chest beating loudly, feel his coldness across her own skin. The worried that was far itched inside her head, leaving her bothersome scenarios and sight she wouldn’t want to happen again.

“Are you worried?” He asked softly.

He was gentle. He was more affectionate than Tarik had ever been.

Why does she even comparing the two?

She repelled those away, and trained her mind at was in the present or she would feel the same bittersweet feeling piling on her chest just by thinking that he let her cry. He did not even chase her. He did not even made sure whether she was alright or not.

“I—I am.” She felt his nose tracing the edges of her neck. “After all I am—no, you are my mate.” Devon added, although the word is becoming strange for her.

“You don’t need, because I won’t get in trouble, neither you are.”

“Why do you sounded so sure?” Devon pulled away from his grasp, and firmly set aside the absence she felt at the sudden gap the lose between them. “You are so sure, assured but why? I couldn’t understand why, you could have rejected me—”

But she didn’t have the chance to finish his words, when her cheeks was caressed.

“Don’t say that.” His eyes turned red. He was breathing heavily, it was ragged as if he was trying to control whatever was it that were trying to consumed him. “I won’t reject to, and nobody would lay a hand on you.”

“W—why....”

“You didn’t let me finish yet.” He chuckled dangerously, and rub his lips, tracing each line using his thumb. “Who would dare to harm the reigning Queen of the Kingdom?”

She wasn’t a fool not to finally get what he said. Realization drawn and sink in. Her lips parted. A reigning queen, he was pertaining to her and that’s when she get to know who was he.

Zachary Reinsworth, the Vampire King of the Kingdom he had brought her in.

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