His Accidental Luna

BREWING EMOTIONS

CHAPTER 11: BREWING EMOTIONS

As the Devonshire Kingdom prepare for the tradition, dwelled to the customs they been practicing, inherited from the first rulers, meanwhile on the Reinsworth, where Vampires were known to rule were preparing, but not because they have a tradition to be prepared of. Zachary Reinsworth, the current ruler and King of the Vampire had received a warning from the seer who had been visited by one of the God’s who had created their race.

It was a message relaying the catastrophe that were soon going to take place. A catalyst that cannot compared to the war uproared rooted that cause sufferings, anguish from the life they lost long before.

It was of a warning. The same curse which threatened them beyond extinction.

“What should we do about it?” Helena, the kingdom’s seer, who can foresaw the future asked.

Worries was far itched on her visage. Her forehead cease. She was biting her lips as her stomach churned at those sight. She couldn’t repel those scene. The scenario that she saw before she paid Zachary one of her visit was horrible. Paired with the anguish, Helena felt like she was being suffocated the more she saw and peer. In spite of the danger she bear earlier, she endure what ache she may have felt, her running out of breathe just so she could unfold what may have cause the blood smeared ground and she saw it...a being they feared long ago, awoken from the dormant slumber, where chains fell on each side. Blackish as the night, ebony as the sky during the witching hour. It was beyond, whom they fought against with before.

The Dark Ages that lead to chaos among the three Kingdoms.

Zachary did not replied yet. He had a faraway look on his face as he remain seated on his throne. Unlike any vampires, he may have a pale complexion, but not as pale-ish as them. He is handsome, but there’s this sharpness on the way he look. Reddish orbs, and crimson coloured irises, upturned nose and hooded eyes, which would make any women swoon. He is dangerously handsome, dark and charming on his own way, although he carries a deadly aura whenever he walk. He looks regal. On his glory, Zachary could lined up to those men looked up by many.

Unlike the vampires who’s  been known as a bloodsucking monster, his breathen live using the blood pills that were created by the witches from the coven of Salem in order to parched up their thirst. It may have taste different than human bloods, but it is much better. The same effect that keeps them sane and live, it repel their hungers and made them stronger. In spite of, some vampires would have actually prefer human bloods acquired from blood banks because they taste more appealing. But those bloods cost fortune. It was more than the gold they earned in a month and years of labour works in the Palace or even around the Kingdom, so many settled towards the blood pills, which are all free distributed among the vampires from the witches. They provided them, hauled countless number of pills in exchange of herbs that were rarely found sprouting on Reinsworth land.

“Your majesty?” Helena asked to catch his attention.

“We are not going to make any move, Helena.” Finally, he said.

He can’t yet, not when he isn’t strong enough. Zachary knew that one mistake, one wrong interference could lead to another storm.

He wouldn’t let it happen, especially when he hasn’t found his pair yet that could strengthen the power he hold.

“But—” Helena wanted to argue, but one glance coming from Zachary left her tongue-tied.

After all, how can she go against his words?

She sighs and lowered her head in submission to show that she wouldn’t go against to his decree.

“I’ll do as what you say, your majesty.” She paid her respect.

“But for the meantime I wanted you to see whether—” Zachary lean his back to his throne. “—I have the chance to meet my mate before the prophesy you foresaw took place.”

His mate. The only person whom Zachary was seeking for. It’s been hundred of years, yet he had not yet seen her nor run across to her even once. Same as the wolves, each vampires have their own mate—their beloved, who stand side by side, and together made the Kingdom flourish. Singe he rose to the throne, Zachary has been waiting, seeking and pondering where she could may have been, but to no avail. If she is a vampire, it would be easy for him to smell her scent, but it seems as though the mate he’s been looking for isn’t around from the same breathen he came from, borne from a clan unbeknownst to him. However, it doesn’t really matter for Zachary.

If she is a wolf, a witch, he was ready to accept what fate may have given to him. He isn’t somebody who would have rejected her just because she was weak and frail. For Zachary, weakness could be mend. He could train her, rebuilt her into the reign where she would be responsible of. But a broken heart, and a shattered soul cause by rejection could t be redeemed anymore. Whether if his mate turns out to be a human, Zachary wouldn’t care.

“Your majesty.” Helena bit her lips.

How is she going to tell him that she couldn’t peer at what fate he had? The mate he seek, she couldn’t see. The fate her King had, which is blank, the string cut and so was her vision is empty and blank.

Even if she won’t speak about it, Zachary could tell just by the expression on her face.

“Nevermind.” He brushed off his question before he stood up.

Helena run after him.

“Where are you off to, your majesty?” Helena was intrigued.

“I’ll visit the training grounds.” Zachary responded, and before Helena could realized it, her king has been long gone now and disappeared.

Same as that day, Devon woke up with a heavy heart she carries during her chores.

Her face crestfallen, her shoulder sagged as if she looks pale, but when in fact, she had just been missing Tarik presence. How long can she bear it? How long she should have endure the days where he has not returned yet?

Did he abandoned her?

His absence unnerve Devon. Her nights filled with worries, and wishful thinking about when would he comes back? Or has he been thinking about her too? Or...or what things may have been holding him back for returning to where she is?

She was filled with doubts, and some thoughts are unbearable that it almost drove her crazy. If it continues, she knew how much it would really make both of her and her wolf insane.

Devon stop sweeping the floor. A determine expression suddenly slipped past on her face.

“I can’t no longer remain still.” She said aloud, gripping the broom on her clutch. “I will ask Helga where he is.”

After all, it is her right as his mate to at least know what has been going on around his end.

When she marched to where Helga may have been, Devon does not feel any fear. But she couldn’t deny how much it made her nervous to approach her this time. But if she wanted to ease her worries, and soothe whatever may have been troubling her for the past days, she should be brave. She should have courage, because she is doing for the peace of mind that Tarik had penetrated through before. The walls she built he easily condemned. And the hard facade she mould that Tarik without putting much effort caught her in a glance that nobody had done before.

Devon passed stairs. There are locked rooms, whom she never paid any attention with. She was focus to her purpose, in seek of Helga, whom she knew where she could find her.

And she isn’t mistaken.

The moment Devon finally reach her destination, she found Helga who seems absorbs towards the book she was holding on her hand. Her eyes trained on each pages, and she was humming. She is far from the woman whom Devon had first seen. Soft, and enchanting, she looks kind, almost a if what she said before and the harsh treatment she had done wasn’t her. It was impossible to think that she can do such things at such state.

Devon shrugged her head. Sometimes, we shouldn’t be deceive by features as appearance often could lie what one was capable of.

She hesitated at first to get her attention, but when she speak up. Devon knew that she is aware of her presence looming at the doorway of the room she currently occupied.

“What do you need?” Helga asked, but she did not tore her eyes off from the book.

It didn’t surprised Devon. One thing that she learn about her ability during her stay is the fact that Helga could sense no matter how far she is or no matter how absorb she is towards something. One in particular the book she is reading.

“I wanted to ask some questions.” Devon bravely said.

“Ask anyway.” She said.

Devon gulps. Her hold tightened across the broom she didn’t realized she bring with her.

“About the Tarik.” She gulps, when she noticed the sudden change from her expression. It was as if she knew something that she isn’t aware of. “I wanted to ask where is he.” Her voice wavered slightly at the end as she lowered her voice and meekly added those words.

Helga’s orbs turned sharp.

“What do you need to know about him?” This time, she was fully looking at Devon studying her face.

“I just wanted to know where is he.” She gulps.

Despite of the sudden anxiety that gripped her chest, Devon manage to composed her words and cleared her mind before fear took over dominion.

But what she said next made her jaw dropped.

“And what gave you the right to know some whereabouts regarding the young master?” Helga’s voice becomes challenging.

What gave her the right...? Devon thought. Isn’t she aware about what lies between her and Tarik? Had he not told her about them...the bond, her as her mate?

Devon gritted her teeth, but she shows no frustration and the sudden pang she felt growing inside her chest.

“I am—” She cleared her throat. “I am his mate.”

“Exactly.” Helga closed her book, and place it on her lap. “But I don’t see any reason for you interfere about things that involves Tarik, unless he told you so.”

What she said made her heart ached.

“B—but I am just worried—” Devon tried to say, but her attempts failed, when Helga cut her off.

“You don’t need to worry about him.” Her tone became much sharper. “He is more than capable of things that you didn’t have any idea about, so quit asking questions, will you?”

Devon lowered her eyes.

“I—I see.” She gulps down the lump that was slowly forming on her throat. She did not meet her eyes. “I’m sorry.” She apologised, although she shouldn’t be.

“That’s right.” She could hear the venom dripping on Helga’s words. “You shouldn’t demand things, and expect for him to be here a the time with you, when you are in fact a mere rogue. A monster—“

“Enough!” She couldn’t bear it.

“Why? Don’t you want to hear the truth being uttered—”

But Devon cut her off.

“Do you really think it was our choice to be a rogue?” Her lips trembled.

When she lifted her head, Helga was stunned to see the wears Devon has been holding back streaming on her eyes. Tear-stricken, the pain visible on her visage had suddenly made her feel guilty.

Had she been...harsh?

“We did not choose to be a rogue!” Devon screamed. Her chest moving in a past face. “We did not! We were given no choice, we were thrown out by our very own Alpha, because of what? You didn’t know what happened! You didn’t...”

Devon could suppress the emotions brimming inside of her.

Screw her for healing them, but the way she treated them isn’t right!

“I—“

However, Devon did not wait for her to apologise when she turned her back in an attempt to leave. What she didn’t expect was to see the person behind her. The one who had been messing up with her feelings, the man who filled her lonely nights with worries is here when she seek for him. The arms that could keep her warm, and the only person who could accept her when nobody does.

“Tarik...”

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