His Accidental Luna

CONFUSION BETWEEN WHO WAS HER DESTINED MATE

CHAPTER 13: CONFUSION BETWEEN WHO WAS HER DESTINED MATE

As she mourn, Devon failed to realized that she wasn’t alone, if it wasn’t for her wolf and the sudden alertness as it growled inside her head. She wiped the tears on her face harshly. Tear-stricken cheeks that made her visage redden across at the sudden emotions that brimmed and lash out, the pain, everything that overflows which scarred her soul. The sobs she reek of forgotten as she stood bold, while roaming her eyes around the forest.

She was trying to feel the presence. Every steps that whoever it was would signalled her exactly where could they be. Tosses away the broken feeling, the sensation in reminds of the deception colluded her insides.

“Who is it?” Bravely, she made her voice to sound as if she isn’t scared at all whoever it might have been.

The forest stretched. The woods and cuckoo’s from the birds filled her ears. The solace took turns, some twigs, the sound of the wind is the only thing Devon could feel. Had her mind was playing tricks on her? Funny, when the whole world felt like it was. Easing its way ‘til it grip and clutch her chest, wherein the love she seek she was plunged into, tasting the sweetness, relishing how good it was then realising how much she did not deserve it.

It feels that way.

It was a slap on her face, whereas the sting last longer she least expected to.

Tarik, had she deserve him?

She is a rogue, and he seems to be a person who had a promising future ahead of him, although they barely knew each other. Helga was right. But to be a rogue isn’t a choice they made. They were thrown, misheard pledge, and their voices that had never once paid any attention coming from those Alpha who maintain the peace yet they destroy a wolf sanity instead of. They are the one to blame. A bloodshed would have not existed, a blood bath where the ground fed on corpses leading to nowhere but doom. It lies ahead because they are too full of themselves. The power they hold they do not deserve. The mockery that their line carry reminded her of the maltreatment, the injuries which severely scarred Devon’s soul until she grew accustomed to it.

She clenched her fist.

Never again will she let that happen.

Never again, although she knew that the difference begins today.

She didn’t do something wrong, but why does she was always perceived as a villain? Had all bad guys suffered the same torment she’s been through? Her parents, when they could have live. They were dishonoured, the deeds they done for the pack that no longer remains, but the rumours.

Her eyes darkened, and somewhere, the lost Devon could hear the voices.

“Kill theeeeeeeem.” It screech loudly, so loud that it hurt her ears.

It was of a woman, it mirrored the desires she wanted to inflict. Afflicted, torn to what was right, but the intensity made her motives...urge to get committed no matter how much would be the consequences of her action.

They should be beheaded. It said. On her head, there is a sudden flashed, a sight to see of her former Alpha, gouge eyes same with mother, and Bella, her angst furry fuelled by the mere uttering of her name made every fibre of her to shred her into pieces. Inch by inch, limbs by limbs.

She was at that state, she was at the brink of shifting into her wolves, when somebody pulled her behind. Lost, Devon has been caught of guard. She didn’t have time to react until she felt her face buried, and guided into something hard, but fair enough not to hurt her.

“W—what—” She breathed aloud.

The loud thump on her chest filled her ears. It was blasting, blaring the sound brazenly. Was it nervousness? Was it fear? No, it was neither between those two. It was something else unbeknownst she could t name of.

She place her hand to the hard surface only to realize that what she was facing was a chest. It was hard, stone-hard moulded by trainings, and as it drawn to her, her cheeks reddened into a bright colour.

“W—what in the world...?!” She was perplexed.

Devon tried to pushed herself away from that stranger, but it’s futile. Her attempts failed, he was strong, much stronger and his hold is firm, but...somehow it was gentle?

“Who are you?” She asked, although Devon was still left stupefied for the sudden turn of events.

“Shhh, I needed it.” The man whispered softly as it buried his head at the crook of her neck.

It was Zachary. He found her, but least expect to see the tears, the pain flickering on her orbs which made him mad. The madness drove by anger to whoever made her cry. His teeth prolongs, his canines dwelled as his instinct kick in, his jaw clenched, the monster in him roared to life as to realized that their beloved mate is in pain.

Nevertheless, what the anger he had been dwelled into were replaced, when he finally get to see her face. She was beyond beautiful, although there are tears on her eyes. She looks bold as she gnawed her lips that had given him enough vivid image what it is capable of. Her eyes are soft, but fearless. Courage brimming on her entirely as she stood there. Her nose upturned, and her skin was pale, which perfectly suited her small visage.

Zachary had waited for this day, and now she’s here.

Without thinking, when he saw the sale reflection of distress combined with torment, before he could lost himself, Zachary step out of the shadows and felt her on his arms.

She is warm just like what he expected, and her smell filled his senses, it was intoxicating leaving him wanting more.

On the other hand.

Devon gasp. Her eyes widened on its own accord. She didn’t know what was happening, and she was embarrassed when she felt him sniffing her neck!

“Y—you—! What do you think you are doing?!” Abashed, Devon had not help herself but ask.

She couldn’t sprees an overwhelming embarrassment, the fact of what may have Tarik thought about her if he saw her being embrace by another man. But what was odd was the fact that her wolf do not resist. There are no refusal for the evident touch that she had not given the stranger with consent.

His arms pulled her right across. His skin against her, which is cold.

A vampire!

Only vampires had the coldest skin whether they are alive, because their species are known to be undead. Living an immortal live without an end, but relying towards the blood, of not they will be no different than to those rogues who lost themselves, much insane. They repelled what was left. What was horrifying about vampires is they turn into that grotesque bat-like creature same as their size. Their skin rotten, their limbs bending and twisting to how bats are, and they have wings, sharp edges that help them fed.  They are the one who were told to cause fear, hunted, and they burn on the sun unlike those vampires who fed on the pills given by the witches.

That’s what Devon heard from the place she and her group, Lily, Jasper and Ali had visited from.

“You smell so sweet.” He added.

Her body tenses. His voice is deep, it was baritone. His hot breathe fan across the sensitive spot of her neck as it remain expose for the stranger. It gave her shudders that run across her spine. Devon gnawed her bottom lips. She wanted to pushed him away, but she couldn’t. The resistance she failed to muster as what was more strange is the fact that she was also drawn...to him?

Why..? The questions she couldn’t keep at bay muffled by his own scent that filled her senses, yet it remain unanswered as her own wolf howled with such satisfaction she had only felt once....but with Tarik?

Does this mean...?

It couldn’t be!

After a moment which seems to lingered for so long, the stranger pulled away. He looks at her and this had given Devon the time to study his face. He isn’t as pale as some vampires would have been. He is handsome, his face perfectly sculpted, aristocratic nose and his jaw line defining the symmetrical shape of his visage. His eyes are red, but they are beautiful. Enrobed by admiration that she should of not feel, Devon absentmindedly bring her palms across to feel his face.

She caressed his face. Her palms against his skin as they made contact sent sparks. Her stomach dropped, it was filled with butterflies swarming and filling every nook and cranny of it. She was confused, how can this thing be possible? How can this feeling exploded inside of her, when she is sure of...she have Tarik?

“Mine.” The man growled.

In sync, Devon find her lips parting slowly and uttering those words for the second time around.

“Mate.”

Rika watches them.

She turned to look at Luna, the moon goddess of the wolves, the one who weave fate and paired each being to whoever they are suited with.

“Are they mates?” She looks baffled.

The more she stared. The more it was becoming more confusing. During her years of watching among the creations, trained altogether with the other 2 maiden, where 1 would be in line to be the next Luna once the current goddess retired to where eternity lies—it was the very first time Rika had seen the occurrence of this matter. A she-wolf paired with an Alpha, and a King.

“I couldn’t understand.” She glanced at Luna who was staring at Zachary and Devon’s encounter through the mirror of the realm beyond those life ahead.

“You will, when the time comes, Rika.” Luna whispered accordingly to answer her questions

She couldn’t withstand her curiosity. It was intriguing.

She had just gotten from her duty to guard Devon. During those times, she notices how she often had nightmares, and Rika isn’t oblivious about where is the source of those bad dreams she was often hunted at night. The witching hour she can no longer find peace, whereas Devon stay wide-awake but it did not end there. She was chase by questions, worried and concern, and Rika had saw all of them.

As a goddess who watched over them, Rika could feel her heart ache, a certain pang for how can she experience those things event at such young age?

And it was still trailing after her. Devon is trapped, she didn’t know what was the moon goddess was planning. To have two mates at the same time with different species woken up uproar. Nobody shared who and what has been paired them with. If it happens between the Kingdom where two rulers are meant to lead, an Alpha and a King, it would only result into more sufferings. The losses that the other would bear, and the death that could drove darkness only to strengthened to who lay dormant for ages.

“I still don’t get it, Luna.” Rika admitted. “ Wolves are possessive, same with vampires, don’t you think so that it will cause more troubles only?” She added.

“But it was meant for it to happened, Rika.” Luna explained.

She glanced at her. Their eyes meet. Her confusion lace visage, while Luna’s orbs remain understanding, and soft.

“There are things that you don’t need to understand, but it must happen.” Luna continue. “As a Luna, we should do by all means what we are capable of to protect many.”

“But what if you made wrong choices?” It suddenly come out of nowhere.

Luna smiled.

“It happens, Rika.” Her voice is soft. It never faltered. “But mistakes only taught us to never repeated the same thing to happened, the history that if cannot be redeemed, we should at least change the route by all means to lessen the damage.”

“Is that why you had weave the thread of fate to give her two mates, Luna?”

“As I said—” Luna’s smile never vanish from her lips. “—you’ll understand, when the right time comes, so for now, fill your duties until then.”

Left with no choice, leaving her curiosity be intrigued, Rika nodded her head.

“I’ll do what you said, Luna.”

But that doesn’t mean she will stop seeking the answer she sought after.

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