His Accidental Luna

THE HEART OF A YOUNG WOLF

CHAPTER 15: THE HEART OF A YOUNG WOLF

Back in the Kingdom of Devonshire, Minerva was bothered.

She had been pacing back and forth, and there is this anxious look, which loitered on her face the moment she woke up earlier that morning. One of her maids had shared the news and let her know about the rumours surrounding the second born Prince, Tarik. It didn’t says much, but the fact that he was asking to back down and never participate from the customs held by the Kingdom told much. When in fact, Minerva joined the annual competition in seek for the reigning Queen because of him.

Minerva had always been into Tarik. She had admired him from afar, and now that she had the chance to be paired with him in spite of the bond and fated mates exist, then this happens.

“This can’t be happening now!” She chew her bottom lips.

Her chest throb. If she is going to be chosen in and succeed at the ceremony, she would want Tarik more than Augustus. The man she dreamt more and the wolf who save her pack from the ruins it would have befall long ago.

She closed her eyes as those memories run and flashed. The memoirs of the past event how her heart beats for the first time.

It was just a normal day. But Minerva and her pack had been given with somewhat much surprising as they least expected to.

“There are rogues outside!” One of the men roared.

Minerva looks confused, but she knew what was happening. Rogues, their enemies. The species of wolves, whom her father had always warned her to grew wary with, because they bring danger and storm.

She looks back and forth towards her father.

“What should we do, Alpha?” The warrior ask.

“How many are they?” Her father ask.

Minerva listen at the exchange.

“Their number is fair enough to match our warrior and defences, Alpha.” Fear laced his tone.

Her fathers face contorted with shock. He looks stunned to heard what the wolves had just reported. Troubled eyes meet hers. Her father kneeled in front of Minerva to level his face with her.

“Eva, listen.” Eva was the name her father had always used to coaxed her. He might have seen the sudden anxiety, which rose up. From her irises. How can she not be?

“Father.” Her voice trembled across. She was biting her lips so hard. “Are we gonna die?”

“What? Of course no!” Her father reassured her quickly. “I won’t let that thing to happen, Eva.”

“But...”She trailed off.

“Listen to me, okay? “ He cut her off. “I wanted you to go with your mother and do as what she says”

“But what about you?” She looks torn. “I don’t want to leave you here.” Stubborn, she added.

“I know, but daddy needs to be here.” He reach out and softly brushed her hair. “I need to save our people. I needed to make sure that they are Alright, Eva.”

“Can’t they just come with us?” She sounded hopeful.

Her father shook his head off.

“That’s not how it works, Eva.” Her father chuckled right across. “Sooner when you grow up, you’ll soon understand what I mean.”

“B—but...!”

Minerva didn’t have the chance to finish her sentence and all the things she could have uttered, when she felt a pair of arms caught ahold of her waits and carry her far away from him.

“N—no!” Her eyes widened.

She was going further away.

“Release me!” She howled as her father’s silhouette faintly disappeared.

“Hold still, Eva.” It was her mother, but she couldn’t just let her take her, while her father was there, fighting for the life of their people and defending the territory which they fed and flourish, the land they thrive, and not it was being taken, forcefully stolen by those rogues.

As they finally made it outside, bodies were left scattered. The horrors on Minerva’s orbs afflicted with what she had seen. Her stomach dropped. She was filled by both shock, even she was mourning to those who perish during what took place. Everywhere her gaze landed, it meet chaos.

“Mother, what about father?” Minerva ask.

“We’ll meet him after we arrived in the Palace.” Her mother reassured her, but her guts were telling her that she was juts lying through her teeth.

Without thinking, and with the concern drive through with her connection to her father, Minerva muttered a quick apology before by all odds pulled herself from her arms.

“Eva!” Her mother was shock, left appealed as she slip from her grasp.

“I’m sorry.” Minerva quickly apologised before she morphed into her wolf form and sprint back to their pack house.

Adrenaline rushed through her veins. Her bloodstream pump as her heart beat race apart, thinking about what’s and what not’s that could have happened towards the slather they left behind. He is an Alpha. Minerva could understand his duty, and by means of serving their people , the wolves under his authority, but what she couldn’t comprehend was the fact on how he was ready to offered his life regardless of having them—her and her mother, the family who will mourn after he died.

Tears streamed on her eyes. She just hope that it isn’t yet too late for her.

She arrived back, she knew her mother was chasing after her, growling for her sudden disobedience, but she pay no heed. She pushed her hind legs until she could see the chaotic sight that has been taking place on front of her.

It was the first time she had ever seen a wolf whose fur were blackish in colour. Their eyes red, and they look to be somewhat insane as if what they are doing, actions committed even were uncontrolled, but there’s no merit at the deeds they had done.

“Father!” It was easy for Minerva to saw him from far, dwelling, but he lost his focus when she heard him. One paws raised, and her father was sent right across.

Anxiety gripped Minerva’s chest.

“O—oh my god!” She screamed.

Too worried, lost to notice the danger going to her way.

“Minerva! Look!” Her mother screamed.

“What....?” But she haven’t had the time to avoid the attack, she felt it before she could have the chance to avoid it.

It whipped across her face. Her breathe has been knock out from her lungs. Minerva felt herself being sent towards a nearby tree, it hits her back, making her cough with pain.

She was groaning, when the beast who had attacked her walked near. She knew what was coming, but she is still juts a mere pup, her healing would take longer and she would be dead if she didn’t anything at all.

But all of her effort had been fruitless, she could not move and she was more paralysed by fear.

The beast roared loudly, ferocious and Minerva think that it would be her death soon who would be knocking at Chaeron’s door, it never happened.

Somebody interfered. A wolf who is much bigger, massive and larger growled. It was full of authority that even coercively made her submit. The rogue match its call for blood, but it doesn’t stand a chance.

Right in front, she saw him, he was more massive, and she could feel the power brimming across from him that could have force everybody to submit. He emitted an aura that was incomparable to some, and his stance told her otherwise that this wolf who is owned by somebody had a higher rank more than an Alpha.

He save her with ease. He tore the rogues flesh and right exactly that moment, Minerva felt her wolf in submission, and the wantons they both agreed, to be his mate, to stand in battle with him.

Long before she knew who he was.

The second born Prince of their Kingdom, Alpha Tarik.

As those thoughts filled her, Minerva smiled.

She smothered the feelings she keep, although the possibility of meeting the mate she was fated with, but until then, she would let herself be drown towards the sensation she felt.

She just hope that the rumours are just lies, discouraging the women, because if it is not, Minerva would settled by all odds she could think about to end up getting married with Tarik.

The wolf she admired. The Prince who became her saviour and Knight...that day.

Devon had been place into a predicament she had least expected to. When she set foot in the Kingdom, the Reinsworth kingdom inhabited by the vampires, she feared the most that they would glared at her, bared their fangs and told her to leave their kingdom. However, every scenario she have in mind never happened. What took place were more than different, overlooking the blood-sucking monsters in sight who are even amaze that a wolf, although she was a rogue had been brought in their Kingdom.

“Are you really a wolf?” The woman asked whom Devon had grew accustomed with to be Helena.

Awe laced her orbs, her eyes sparkling, embarking no fear, but admiration towards Devon and to her species.

“I am.” She awkwardly laughs.

“I thought you have a tail!” Se exclaimed.

“Well, we have in fact—”

But Helena cut her off.

“No, I mean, even if you are not in your wolf form.” She explain. “Some of our books told us that you have tails behind you!”

“What? No, we haven’t.” Devon’s eyes widened.

What in the world, and who in the world wrote them about that?! Incredulous, she thought.

“So, they are all a lies? Oh god, I almost believe them!” Disappointed, Helena uttered.

Devon laughs at her reaction.

It was just a relief that she wasn’t as bad as the first time they meet. Earlier, Devon was kind of worried. She was scared when Zachary bring her affront towards the Palace, and leave her be under Helena’s scare. At first glance, she 3as kind of weird, but Zachary reassured her before leaving to attend some matters as a Vampire King that it is just the way Helena normally dresses because she was the Kingdom’s seer. Clad on a tribal robe, painted with some pattern she isn’t familiar with. And her hair, it nestled on top of her, tied with straws that made her appearance even more as if she doesn’t belongs her. She looks pale, that was given since she was vampire, but the Kingdom doesn’t just actually suit her the way she dressed.

But it was only her first impression, because the moment they finally engage to each other, they actually talk, and they have a lots in common.

“But do you know?” Helena suddenly said. “I am still stunned when Zachary introduce you and I to each other earlier.” She admitted.

“Me too.” Devon smiled.

“Well, you can say I was shock, but I am also happy to see that he finds you for all these years.” Enthusiasm brimmed her voice. “You don’t have any idea how much he waited for these day to come.”

She looks happy, genuine happiness, which made Devon to silently smiled at her.

But if she stunned, bewildered, and there’s no more than different to what Devon felt when she found out the she was mated to him...and to Tarik. How can she shared to him that she have another mate waiting for him in Devonshire? If he really and truly cares for her. The bittersweet thought did not failed Devon to feel the pang she tend to forget.

“So, are you going to stay here?” Helena sounded hopeful.

“What?” Devon blinks her eyes.

“Yeah, didn’t Zachary told you?” Helena frowns.

It was becoming from confusing for Devon.

“Tell me what?” She asked her.

“Oh, silly me! He might have forgotten to tell you!” Helena scratched her cheeks before she faced her. “Well, apparently since you and him are both mates, you are meant to stay here and be train.”

Helena grins, while on the other hand, Devon could not even bring herself to smile.

“You’ll be train what it is like to be a queen, Devon!” Ecstatic, Helena added, too lost to notice the sudden scared expression that lace her face.

How can she stay with him...if he isn’t just her mate? Oh, what in the world had Devon place herself into!

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