His Accidental Luna

WHERE DO I STAND?

CHAPTER 37: WHERE DO I STAND? 

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Helena’s face prying closely at her. She looks worried. As if something had happened, which cause her to have that frightened look she had not yet seen before. Her eyes in a hazy blur that she needed to blink multiple times just so the sight beheld would soon get clear. The same ceiling greeted Devon. Extravagant chandeliers, and ornaments covered by gold. Sparkling rubies and diamond scavenge by who knows who. It was high, something she knew she had not grew up with as Being Luna Drossel. A daughter and a wolf who suffered banishment when she had done nothing. Deeds compensated by betrayals, of anguish fate cost her the way Luna hold’s their head beheaded before. When she faced the pack, her Alpha, asking a lot of why.

But she brushed off the image, before it could bring back memories she has long forgotten. Devon shut done her orbs as they dwelled, mourning voices, which she can see vividly her younger self. When her eyes fluttered open again, they are long gone now.

“Are you alright?” Helena asked, she was frowning deeply, but she looks pale. Her lips lost its reddish and vibrant color, and her cheeks, the blush vanish, diminished, bygone by something she haven’t had any idea about. Unbeknownst to Devon, it was because Helena spends a large amount of her magic just so she could redo Casper’s enchantment. By means of, same with the witches in Salem, her ability also fed off from her strength. It was ironic how she could withstand her weakening state, although Helena could have sworn that she could feel herself fainting earlier before she succeed. The enchantment that the God used is an old magic. It was just a relief that Helena is somewhat a bookish type. To read history and old scriptures are one of the things she rather fancies the most than be out same with witches and half vampire she is, who are all hunting for their own mate.

She knew she have one, but Helena haven’t had the time yet to search for him.

“What happened?” Devon asked. 

“You couldn’t remember?” Helena throws back her questions.

She slowly shook her head, but she stop suddenly knowing that they are not alone as of the moment. She felt them before she could see them. Two familiar presence, the other was new, but the latter was someone whom she wanted to get as far as she can earlier. Zachary, and Soren. She does no want to look at them, but it seems like her own body was moving to its own accords. She couldn’t suppress her own actions. Long before she finally saw herself training her gaze to Zachary. Same with Helena, he looks worried. He seems as if he wanted to get closer, but he can’t, he was stopping himself from doing so, and it pained her.

Why? Is there’s something wrong? Did something happen, while she was gone? Devon thought, right when her gaze move back to Soren. Same with the look she has been giving her, it was spiteful as if she really despises her presence. But the feeling has been mutual the moment she meet her earlier that morning.

“Well, I think it better if it is the King who should tell you what happened.” Helena stood up.

What she said earned some violent reaction from Soren. The vampire’s eyes narrowed, seemingly not liking Helena’s suggestion.

“What?!” She lost her cool, exposing her true nature absentmindedly in front of the king she is in pursuit. “You can’t be serious, why don’t you just tell her?”

Helena glanced at her.

“Why? Do you have the last say with this?” She sounded as if she was challenging her. It didn’t help much, but the two really couldn’t keep their claws on themselves without arguing, neither argument they could have quarreled.

On the other hand, Devon lowered her head. She was biting her lips in accords to what happened. But to think that she would be left alone again with Zachary, she didn’t know what she should of felt. Should she feel glad, or not? It’s just that hard, knowing that her stand on his life was just being a mate, to whom he can keep as he ruled, but who was she really for him? Is she more than the way of how he looks to Soren? The promise bride, the queen who can lead and what the Reinsworth Kingdom deserve. She gnawed her lips. Was it better if she asks him?

“Your highness?” Soren appealed to Zachary, but he did not even glance at her.

Instead of, he took a step going to where she was lying and taking her hand on his. Soon enough, before they realized it, it was just the two of them left there. Helena may have drag Soren out of the room, left with no choice but to comply. The heavy footsteps outside, the loud banging of the door as it was slammed shut, and of course her screams.

“This is annoying!” Soren’s voice faded out of the blue into nothingness as it was drown.

Devon assumed that it was because she was leaving.

Now, it was just the two of them. 

He tried to coax her chin, but she looks away. Devon did not let him lay a hand, and so she bring her knees up to her chest, and hugs them. 

“Are you mad?” He asked calmly as if he was testing the water 

“I am not mad.” She said, but her tone was cold.

“Are you jealous?”

That made her whipped her head across to look at him in the eye.

“W—what?! No, I am not!” But the stammered, and her words faltering exactly had debunked her denials.

Devon gulps. Heat rising on her cheeks, but she knew, even before he asked her, she knew that she was jealous. She realized it before she decided to take a run. Seeing Zachary together with a woman made her beast whimpered, and sought after vengeance. It was just hard, to profess something towards a feeling she still couldn’t grasp. She felt jealous. Was it because of the bond? Or was it because she was slowly falling for him? She haven’t had any idea, although she didn’t know how she could be sure. 

“Are you not?” His voice was husky.

“Don’t use me that tone!” Devon said as she gulps.

His face was getting closer, growing nearer to Devon’s visage.

“Why not?” But she couldn’t even castigated him.

It was too late. Their faces were just an inched apart. She could feel his hot breathe fanning across her skin; it smelt of something sweet, while her eyes were lost on him. How ironic that Zachary could pull her anger, her madness she was telling herself she should express, but she couldn’t. How can she stay jealous and angry, when he was being like this? 

“Because I should be angry, but I can’t.” Devon found herself admitting the truth.

“And why are you mad, darling?” His endearment made her shudders, and butterflies filled her stomach instantly. Steams made her cheeks redder, but he surprise her even mote. Zachary cupped her cheeks, and run his slender fingers to trace Devon’s lips. It made her gasp. His mere action that already put her heart into a frenzy state. 

“W—what are you doing?” Devon tried to make her voice to sound strong.

She was fighting the urge to purr against his touch, but it was harder more than what she thought it should be.

“Shh, I am the one who’s asking the question here.” He chuckled. “So, I am asking you. Why are you mad, darling?”

“Stop calling me d—darling first!” It was just strange, it sounded strange knowing exactly that it was just Zachary’s pet name for her, but she is not his pet! However, her mind and her heart seem to agreed at the same time.

“Why? Don’t you like it?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I—it’s not that I don’t like it…” She trailed of.

“I couldn’t hear you.” Zachary in a teasing tone said.

“Stop teasing me!” Devon glared at him, but it wasn’t that kind of glare, which could have been telling him to sprawled dead in the floor. It was just, she was becoming more and more embarrassed as he teased her more. Which he do not usually do, when nobody was around. He was cold earlier, but that doesn’t mean Devon had already forgiven Zachary for even smiling to Soren, when she found them converse, and absorb into something she didn’t know about. As if, she wanted to know, nor curious what could it might have been.

But is she becoming selfish? 

It was as if she was beginning to feel her wolf’s superiority. The territory that he wanted to mark as hers, his, Zachary as their. As if he just solely belongs to Devon. It made her scared. It frightened her that her animalistic instinct is slowly sprouting as she was submerge at that thought that they are mate. There would always be this question inside her.

What about the other whom she first met? What about Tarik, whom unlike Zachary—he is a wolf; he fits more the context that he is hers.

“I am not teasing you.” Zachary break her from the trance before Devon could drown, pulling her across from the horizon she could have befall upon. “Besides I like calling you that way. It was just, it means you belong to me, although it we haven’t done marking each other yet.”

He looks sincere. He appeared genuine that it made Devon guilty. She haven’t told him yet that it wasn’t just him, that there is another mate waiting, dreaming to mark her or does he? Tarik never express of wanting her, but he save her from danger. He was there, when nobody did.

Her eyes meet Zachary’s orbs.

“Tell me—“ She opened her lips to speak, adherent to what she was itching to ask him. “—Where do I stand inn your life?” 

She may have enough courage that day for her to express those questions at bay. It’s just that, even for a moment, she wanted to be assured of something.

“Are you just keeping me for the bond?” She asked again, while he stare. “Or do I matters to you, your highness?”

“Do you think I’ll keep you here in the kingdom to where I know the council could have  thrown me out of the throne as they wanted to, because they could use you against me?” He pulled her closer, and wrapped his arms around her. Devon leant her head on his chest, and closed her eyes. She could hear the silent thumping of his chest as it drums. “I am not keeping you here just because you had been fated with me. I was keeping you here, because I had been in love for you long before we meet. I’ve waited for ages, for decades and generation, and now that you are here, I am not going to let you go just because you are a rogue or a wolf.”

“You know?” She whispered as she felt him brushed her hair using his fingers.

“I do, the first time I laid my eyes on.” Zachary admitted.

“Then why didn’t you run? Aren’t you scared that I might go crazy, and insane like those rogues that you hated?” She asked hm.

“I am not, because even if you did.” Zachary lowered his lips and planted a soft lingering kisses on her forehead. “I will find a way, everything just so I could bring you back to normal, darling.”

As he said those words, and expresses his deep affection, her eye’s watered. The pool of her irises became moist.

“You words…they are beautiful.” She whispered, but those tears isn’t because she was sad, but she felt the truth that lacing on them, coating his words as Devon had never felt it before.

Those beautiful words and the way Zachary cherish her. Now, why does…she can feel herself making choices, it was not her, but it was as if her beast knew whom to choose between Zachary and Tarik.

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