His Accidental Luna

ROYAL BLOODS

CHAPTER TWO: ROYAL BLOODS

DEVONSHIRE KINGDOM

“We hereby presented Princess Minerva of Catalina Pack, your highness.” The man holding the list of the girls announced.

A woman, who have a fair skin, and a deep routed blue orbs stepped ahead. Her hair tied on a high bun, while some strands hangs behind her nape. It gave her an elegant aura evidently for her belongingness as a royal blood, who is qualified to be included as part of the tradition in seek of the next Queen for the second generation of the Devonshire’s ruler.

“It’s my pleasure to be here, your highness.” Minerva smiled softly. “My parents send their regards, and I hope you can accept our gifts.”

Minerva gestures towards the omega, who had accompanied her. From then, they carry vaults, which contain ornaments and silk, which could be purchased of by either gold or silver coins.

“Thank you, Princess Minerva.” Said King Luther. He is the current ruler of the Devonshire Kingdom. The father of the first born and the second born, Tarik and Augustus, and a husband to Queen Nerissa, who sit beside him on her own throne.

The list goes on. 5 girls were announced to participate on the tradition coming from the hundreds of she-wolf, who tried, yet failed. It was the council, who chose them rightfully from their background, and blood. Tarik and Augustus are forbidden to see the women unless the time to test their courage, wisdom, and characteristics to be a Queen came so forth. But the choices weren’t theirs to make, it was the custom.

“I don’t want to be here.” Ysabella upon reaching the Chambers said sadly. She is one of those 5 women, who said to be lucky, yet for her, it means misfortune. She didn’t want to be here, all she ever asked is to have a mate given by the moon goddess and not to be a ruler. However, she hold no power against her parents wishes.

“I know, but I’d prefer you do than to see the wrath of both of our Alpha and Luna, Ella.” Matilde consoled her, she is around Ysabella’s age, yet since young serve her lady for ages that leads for them to develop a bond that were keep in secrecy from both of Ysabella’s parents. Friendship between servants and Royals is forbidden. It was taboo, and against the ethical code that set boundary between their differences.

Ysabella said nothing, and watch herself from the mirror.

“I wish I could meet my mate.” Hoping, she whispered softly.

THE FOREST OUTSIDE THE DEVONSHIRE TERRITORY

“You’ve got any news?” It was Ali dressed on a black cloak similar to how Devon clad herself in order to hide their identity.

They were on a walk, but it wasn’t as casual as one would think. They were on a hunt as they couldn’t rob on the market, because of the warriors put in guard, and the tight security for the arrivals of the guest that they heard before. Devon were set to spy earlier on the market. She saw carriages, and novel ladies being escorted towards the Devonshire halls, but apart from that, she only saw women, yet never the parents. Perhaps, when the ceremony took place, they will join their daughters as it means honour to each blood that were chosen in accords to what clan they came from.

“Just the same talk around the whole Kingdom.” Said Devon, before she hold her hand out to stop Ali for a second.

“What?” The latter asked.

“We’re not alone.” Devon narrowed her eyes. She could sense her wolf pacing back and forth inside her head, restless. It growls, which confounded her whether it signals danger or something else. However, she couldn’t rely on her as that means letting their guard and scent be revealed that they do not belong to any pack, a rogue. That could means they could possibly get expose to any harm in jeopardy of their identity.

Ali heightened his senses. His hand hovered above his arrows. It was sharp, same as Devon, who is cautious to feel every footfalls and thuds.

“Yah!” They heard a gruff voice on the distant.

There were series of clamour. A neigh, before the bushes right in front of the pair crumbles. Ali had the time to react compared to Devon who seems glued on the ground.

“Out of the way!” The male shouted.

Devon is in trance. Her legs couldn’t move, her arms immobile as her orbs were trained across the male who seems to be in lead. He have a silver strand of hair that appeared so soft, although she never touch those locks before. His aristocratic nose, orbs in a pair of golden and blue coloured hue, and lips as promising as they seems to be. THUD. The deafening sound of her heartbeat that suddenly rendered everything on mute stunned her, specially when her wolf make her claim.

‘MINE!’

“Damn it!” The male cursed, her mate.

When she saw him leapt on the air, Devon is awaken from the reverie by the new upcoming fear. Wide-eyed, the memories she recalls hold her distress had made her reflexes to go wild, now back to the ruins of how she became a rogue.

Every thing seems to be in a slow-mo.

“N-no.” Devon shook her head.

Her eyes change its colour. The emotions swept through her in an avalanche. To want him, yet to get as far as she could with him tore her apart. Devon bit her lips. That moment, she knew she needed to make a decision all by herself.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered softly, before she turned her back.

In lament, Devon’s human skin suddenly sprouted furs, they are white and pristine. A reminder of a snow on its first fall at winter. Her full plump lips in a snout growth canines. Devon morphed on her wolf form by mistake. The urges of the bond provoke her to do so, which would mean they would be able to take a whiff of who really they are, her and Ali. And of course the man she is fated to be with for eternity, yet she’s unsure of whether he would want to be with a rogue same as herself.

She may have her back turned to him, but she can smell how his wolf reacted.

“Mine!” Baritone voice that sent tingles and sparks flying across to Devon had clawed her being to throw herself towards him and be at his mercy. The overwhelming feeling that didn’t last long, when she smelt a strong scent of disdain sent across and the disgust that overthrow her dreams after her scent was revealed.

“Rogue!” The two men on his company bark.

It was Ali’s turn to react quickly.

To hide their identity is fruitless anymore, and so just like Devon, he morphed on his average wolf form, and take her away by force. But that doesn’t mean he failed to notice the ferocious growl that threatened to shred his being once caught, and Ali knew the reason why. He is no fool at Devon’s reaction earlier. On a normal circumstances, he knew she wouldn’t be reckless, yet so forth, it is a bond. Every wolf knew when two fated people meet. The scent of a she-wolf, and the cravings and wantons. However, he understood why instead of coming towards the male, Devon chooses the latter to runaway. After all, they are rogues, and wolf like them either end up dead or rejected. That is their fate.

‘I’m sorry, Luna.’ Ali whispered, although he knew she wouldn’t be able to hear his thoughts.

On the other hand.

“Your majesty?” Intrigued, the company of the male asked, when they had been stopped.

Tarik breathed heavily. His eyes dilated. Everything happen so fast that it took tolls for him to accept. The moment he waited, yet he couldn’t even chased after her no matter how much he wanted to. Nevertheless, she is one of the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. The warm feeling seeps through him. The coldness in pursuit replaced by anguish, and envy towards whoever wolf had take her away from him. To see her part, and disappear pained Tarik greatly.

Is this what his Mother told him, when she meet his Father?

“They are going away, your majesty!” The latter continue.

But what he couldn’t accept that remain unanswered — how could the moon goddess paired him with a rogue everyone loathed the most of all beings?

“Your majesty?” The other man calls, but Tarik is unwavered.

His grip tightened onto the reigns. Alamid, his stallion neighed loudly. He wasn’t stunned, but taking the control over the beast who keeps urging them to pursue their mate. Tarik couldn’t. He is not supposed to have a mate, now that the tradition in seek for a woman suited for him and Augustus is quite near. The thoughts crumbled inside his head in an avalanche. His wolf howled. But without much further ado, the longing on his eyes slowly disappear. The emotions felt carries by the wind the moment she flee and soon vanish.

When Tarik faced the two warriors, his face is stone-cold and deadly. The two is surprise and entrap with fear.

“No one would speak about what happened today.” His voice boomed with authority. “Are we clear?”

“Y-yes, your majesty.” The two in sync trembles.

“If you dare speak about what you see—” Tarik continue. “—your eyes would be pluck and gauge, lips sewn shut as that means you wouldn’t presuppose to do the same mistakes over again. Do you understand?”

The two gulps.

“Y-yes, your majesty.” They quivers. “W-we did not see anybody or any rogue on our way. W-we are just hunting just like the usual.”

Satisfied, Tarik nodded his head.

“Let’s go.”

But to leave her be doesn’t mean that the chase is over.

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