Lunar Temptations

Ch 31

The relief on her face was evident and I felt myself easing. I made myself a mental promise to get it done before the loup-garou festival in a week. Macy and Paula didn't need to wait another few weeks for something they had a right to. Although, I would have to put my self-respect aside for it because Zayden was the only person who I would have to confront about this matter first.

Taking my phone out, I typed out a text.

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It was midnight and I sat on the bench outside, legs crossed and holding a coffee mug. The household had retired to their quarters and after a tiring day, I awaited a familiar person. I had purposefully chosen this time, making sure nobody would be around for my important meeting with my fiance.

Yesterday's events were still a fresh memory but I had decided to pay no heed. Yes, I wasn't ready to face Zayden after how he had left me half-naked and I was having second thoughts now but it was too late. The text had been sent and he had acknowledged it, meaning he would be here in the garden any moment now. He didn't want to see me either, so I rehearsed my lines to make sure I would keep it concise. No need to burden a man with unwanted conversations, especially when it was contributing to my formerly sane intentions.

The brisk air brushed past me, leaving goosebumps all over. It was early November and the icy air kept getting icier day after day. Soon, it would be a month marking my return to my world yet it felt like months have passed. Many things took place from then and none of them had I expected. The echoing footsteps following the sweep of his scent passed reached me, not helping my goosebumps at all.

I remained seated and waited for him to come to me. I gave him attention last night, more than enough and apparently, he didn't need it. It was only fair that I kept it to myself now. A shadow cascaded over me and it morphed into his form across me on the grass. He was behind me, standing and intimidating me or not but it was happening either way.

"Raya." His voice was low but deep. It was the first time, I had heard him after last night and somehow that was enough to make my stomach twirl. I couldn't forget the feel of his hands on me or his lips unleashing that pure pleasure on me. He was badly intoxicating and like a sorcerer, he had enchanted me in a spell of lust and desire. All I wanted now was to beg him to drug me with his touch.

But I held myself back. Not after what he did last night or how he left me sprawled on the floor.

"We need to talk," I said my back still facing him. I sipped on my coffee trying to look unfazed by him. His shadow shifted from in front of me, to my side and a moment later he sat down beside me. The bench was cool but suddenly felt warmer. It was my body's way of reacting to him whenever he was around, everything would heat up like we were under the scorching heat of the sun or maybe the hell because every thought that would follow afterwards would be nothing lesser than a sin. He said last night was a mistake and I agreed even more now.

A mistake, I would never repeat, at least not in my sane mind. Even if the hellfire became more tempting than the heaven itself, I would still hold back.

"I-" he began to speak when I didn't bother looking at him.

"We need to talk about Macy Jenkins." I clarified before he could say anything else. If he thought, I was burying my self-respect and giving him a chance to explain and clear everything out then he was wrong. There was nothing to clarify, he said what he said.

His stance shifted and he turned to look at me. I didn't respond but continued to sip on my mug. He was taken aback by my words, not expecting anything like that. I would have felt good about myself for taking back on him by doing the unexpected but it seemed too irrelevant when it came to Macy's case.

"What about her?" He asked coolly. That man and his audacity to act icy always surpassed me. I could act the most unbothered or hardened person in the world, but his aura alone would beat me.

I breathed out loud. "A month later, justice is yet to be served," I explained in the simplest few words possible. The Night Walkers' Alpha might be the strongest and most influential in the whole of the Lycan World but his inability to bring rapists down pissed me.

He didn't speak for a long time and I could hear the wheels turning in his head. He could choose not to tell me but then I would have to remind him of our truce and our duties. There was only one person who could keep the Alpha in check and it was his Luna. For me, I would gladly do it.

"I know who did it." He spoke finally. I felt relief flood through me, realizing that he chose to trust me with this. "I had gathered the evidence against them. The trail was supposed to take place today and those motherfuckers would have been long dead by now." His voice spewed venom and hatred unlike any I had seen before. My gaze landed on his knuckles turning white.

"What do you mean? The trial didn't happen?" I frowned at him, my voice filled with disbelief.

"No." He gritted out. "The evidence- it's gone."

My brows furrowed and I contemplated his words. The evidence was stolen? How was that possible? Zayden wasn't careless to leave it around, somebody must have planned it all out and carried it out even more carefully.

"But how?" I muttered, thinking who would go to such an extent to protect a bunch of rapists.

"Someone in the house did." He got up agitated, huffing out. "I had kept it safely tucked away in my office, someone took it before the trial."