His Accidental Luna

FIRST STAGE

CHAPTER 44: THE FIRST STAGE

Devon packed her things. She was prepared to leave and so was Zachary. It was just it would be the day to where they would be travelling back to Devonshire Palace. She wouldn’t deny that she was beyond nervous. Her heart was racing up as she was looking forward even to meet Tarik. Yes, she does, although she felt guilty but guilty, shouldn’t she felt this way? Tarik is her mate same with Zachary. Isn’t it just right, regardless of it being felt wrong at the same time? It was fate. If only their bond had not f**k them up yet. 

A knock coming from the door woke her up from her reverie.

“Come in.” Devon uttered, giving access to whoever it is, but the familiar knock and scent only told her who does it belongs to, and so she isn’t mistaken at all. 

Helena’s head came sticking from the door, before she invited herself in. 

“I heard you were leaving alongside with the king.” She said, and flop on the bed. “But guess what?”

“What?” Devon raised her eyebrows at her. 

“It wouldn’t just be the two of you.” She uttered as she chuckled. 

“And what do you mean by that?” Devon frown. 

The deep ceased on her forehead told her that she is curious, but intrigued. Although she have a feeling why wouldn’t it just be her and Zachary. Now that somebody was tailing behind him. 

Soren. She thought, the same response she was expecting from Helena. 

“Soren insisted to come along with the two of you.” Helena yawned, taking amusement at the sudden changes on her face. 

Contorted by annoyance, and perplexity, because why would she even? Devon has been fed up dealing with her in the Palace. To where she is, Soren would always be present, even when at times to where she could spend time with Zachary. She’ll see her shadow from the corner, and long before she realized it, she would be joining their table, and entrapping Zachary’s attention intentionally by talk about the Kingdom to where Devon would admit that she haven’t had any idea about. 

She sighs, and puffed her cheeks. 

“What was her drama this time?” She asked Helena. 

The latter only shrugged her shoulder. 

“I don’t know, but Zachary couldn’t say no—”

“And why can’t he?” It was ironic. How can he decide for things, when he is the ruler? He is the one who knew how to run things, and he have the authority over people, or even above Soren. The last decision would always come from Zach, and not her. Who was she even? But the butter thought of who was Soren in his life only made Devon’s mood to turned sour. 

“It’s the decision of her father.” Helena shrugged her shoulder slightly. “By means of to which I know was a lie, they are hoping that if she come, Soren would be able to find her mate, because of not here? He might have been from the other Kingdom, and that is what their reason, but I knew it wasn’t.”

Of course it wasn’t, but then it was the council who suggestion, and by means of, Zachary really hold no power against Soren’s father. To which Devon had heard around was a scary man. He seems to be more influential, but what makes he r confounded was the fact of why did he chose to become a council than be a ruler? Perhaps, he was aiming for it through Soren, but Devon wouldn’t let them be as long as she was there. 

“It doesn’t matter then.” She sighs, before her eyes drifted across to where Helena was. “Won’t you come with us?”

“I wanted to.” She hums, closing her eyes for a moment as she felt the softness of her mattress against her back. Looking closely, Devon could have sworn that Helena seems tired, but she do not wanted to pry onto something she haven’t had any slightest idea about. She just waited patiently for her to answer. “But I can’t go, I still have a handfuls of to deal with.” That’s she said. 

“Then I guess, I’ll be dealing alone with Soren.” She joked, and the two of them chuckled in synch, laughing right before the latter bid her Farewell, wishing her a good luck. But Devon think that it should had been for Soren and not to her. She thought. 

Right before she found herself done with the packing. 

Afterwards, Devon went downstairs only to find Soren same with her, she was carrying a luggage as it seems like their stay would last much longer in Devonshire than what they are least expecting to. The fact that the tradition and custom aid Zachary’s help meant that it wouldn’t just going to be one day, a few days maybe and a week, but not in a month, unless some circumstances took place and intrude that would come ruining what they had been practicing, the custom and tradition of their ancestors although many has Ben against with. 

“Well, If it wasn’t the friend my King spoke of.” Soren laughs softly, but it holds malice. It wasn’t soft, but spiteful. 

“At least, I can sleep with him in my room.” Mocking, Devon smiled softly at her. 

She was gratified, when she had gotten exactly the same expression she was expecting from Soren. Her face contorted by a annoyance and disgust by her sudden vulgarity. She might not have foresaw that Devon could bite off if she would wanted to. She wasn’t like some girls, a woman who would allowed somebody to insult her, when in fact it was her who have the right to do so. 

Zachary is her mate. If only she could say that aloud. But then, why isn’t he pronouncing who she is in his life? Is he getting afraid that it would mean he’ll be stripped from his position? From his crown? Devon haven’t had any idea, but it doesn’t make sense at all. 

He professed his love, yet he introduced her as a friend. That reminds her to speak to him about it, as well as her concerns. 

“You b***h—” But Soren stop, suppressing the urge to call Devon with such words, and she could understand why. Zachary showed up. He came to where they are clad on a black polo paired with something that suited him well. A king. He really looks like a royalty. 

“Zach—!” Soren calls, and smiled sweetly at him. 

Her expression quickly changes, the savagery and anger she conformed has been replaced by an innocent, and naïve look on her face. 

“I am glad to see you here.” She added, and quickly trotted to cling on his arms to which Devon had raised her eyebrows, thinking how could she strangled and choke her to death, but she stop her beast as it growls. 

How dare she laid her hand on their mate?! Bit of them do not like it. 

But imagine how stunned Soren was, when Zachary made a movement. Before she could cling on his arms, he sidestepped and she missed. Right before Devon found him, the latter trotting and making his way to where she was. Her lips parted when without any hesitation, Zachary lowered his head and planted a soft, but quick kiss on her lips. 

IF Soren was perplexed earlier, and so was Devon is shocked, dumbstruck beyond to what she can tell. 

Why is he being bold during this days? She gulps. Her cheeks quickly reddened, and the steam of how his mere action left her abashed, embarrassed as her heart raced up towards the extent. It’s beats erratic. The loud thump drummed across her ears. Devon gnawed her lips, biting it tightly as her inside cheered to see Soren fumed, yet she couldn’t do anything at all. 

“Do you have everything with you?” He asked. 

Unconsciously, she nodded her head. 

“I—I do.” She stammered. 

Zachary chuckled. 

“What?” He asked, and the teasing smile suddenly protruded from his lips. 

“You shouldn’t have done that.” She whispered shyly, but she wouldn’t that she likes it. The sparks flew out, and there are fireworks, the electrifying feeling which unfold and quickly took ahold of her insides. 

“Why? Don’t you want it again?” His teasing tone told her otherwise, he knew what she meant by that. 

“I told you, it wasn’t the case.” Devon pursed her lips to Soren’s direction, whose face was red, and she was crossing her arms tightly above her chest. 

But instead of listening to her, Zachary placed his hand around her waist to pulled her closer. 

“Too bad, I like touching you.” He whispered. “I like being closed to you.”

That made her blush more if possible that her cheeks resembled an already ripe tomato, because of how red it was. 

“Stop it.” She giggles, rolling her eyes jokingly. 

And their affection seems not to move Soren

She cleared her throat, pretending to cough. 

“Should we go?” Her smile vanish, the softness of her visage was no longer far itched. She looks mad, her face dark and her eyes narrowed. Her lips sealed in a straight thin line to which they couldn’t fathom. 

However, one thing is for sure, she was not liking what she was seeing. 

Soren did not wait for the pair, she marched behind and go to where the carriage was. 

Her insides are boiling. The turmoil she had contain confirmed her anger, the angst fury she have for Devon. She couldn’t withstand it. She clenched her fist. To see her happy as Zachary touch her, what more kiss her in front of her. 

Doesn’t she have any shame left? Soren thought, growling angrily inside her head. 

The blame she put forth towards Devon made her wolf agreed as it bared its canine. It wanted to clamp its claws and show her who is in power, but she cannot do that yet. She cannot lay a hand on Devon, but that doesn’t mean Soren would just sit there and let her by all means do everything that she wanted. 

Just wait and see. She gritted her teeth, putting the mask she always wear when the pair showed up in the carriage. 

On the other hand. 

Ysabella was nervous. She was growing anxious as she stood there. The opening ceremony was done, and so they are not clad on the same extravagant clothes anymore. To be able to move, they are clad to what most women warriors in training are told to wear, and on her back, the five of them have arrows and bows. For the first test that would ensure whether they are deserving to be there, they were told to a hunt a hoar from the magical forest, wherein they could meet their end or not. It was inside the Devonshire Kingdom to which none had dared to ventured as the detour would means killing yourself already. To step inside meant digging your own grave.

Her head drifted towards the side of the stadium to where they are. Her eyes meet Matilde’s own orbs who are eyeing her rather in a worried manner. She looks scared, fearing the most what could have happened to Ysabella.

She smiled at her, and mouthed. “I will be okay.”

But she didn’t know if she is going to be alright inside.

This time, the five maidens would be a foe, fighting over as they are allowed to left wounds but not kill the other. It was meant for a survival to which nobody knows whether they would be able to make it alive or not. If they died inside, they won’t be able to get resurrected, their soul would be entrapped inside the forest, and beyond. The deepness whereas one would be drag as the eeriness filled them. The cries and howl of the souls, of some wolves and creatures, who were too stubborn long before made her stomach churned. They are not yet inside, but the maiden knew that the first stage of obtaining the throne wouldn’t be as easy as they assumed it would be.

Thus far, if they wanted something, they may offered another thing in return.

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