His Accidental Luna

THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME

CAHPTER 39: THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME

Nerissa haven’t had any idea that they would stay much longer. The days passed. It became weeks as they monitor the recovery of the witches. Luther was there with her, not holding any worries nor bothersome thoughts as they knew that the Palace is in good hands. It was left to be lead, while they are away by either Tarik or Augustus, but more commonly the throne is being guarded by Tarik as he both have capabilities to protect it, and make sure that the kingdom stay in peace, solace remaining as it spread.

Thus, it was just a relief that it seems like Salem is getting better each day. The witches are regaining their strength slowly, but that was only if they did not go to where their magic seems like it was getting suck, drained from them to the extent that if not stop, it could have killed them. But then, it was just odd. It could drain their magic, but it doesn’t have the same effect on the wolves. They could even run to where the forbidden place was adherent without suppress, nor fainting, losing consciousness because Nerissa had tried that multiple times.

“How are you feeling?” When she walked up close to where Gineva was that was the first thing she asked. But the latter seems radiant, she had recovered much faster than the rests of.

Nerissa offered the cup she brought. Gineva muttered a low thanks, before accepting it.

“I am doing fine, thank you.” She said.

Nerissa invited herself in front of the seat adjacent to her friend. Her eyes locked with hers. Gineva waited, as it seems that the latter appeared to be torn, hesitating to voice out something.

“You can tell me, what it is?” She coaxed, sounding reassuring as she placed down the book she was reading.

It was a scroll, a book containing magic enchantment, which is as ancient and old as time. It was being keep there if some thigs happen, same with what Salem had encountered. However, Gineva’s efforts deems fruitless. It was all put in vain as she find nothing that could explain what happened, unbeknownst to what had causing them to drain their magic. Therefore, it was frustrating. How can she cure something unseen? Yet she brushed off all those thoughts first. Leaving her mind free for Nerissa who seems torn.

“It is the one whom I speak to you about.” Nerissa gnawed her lips, she looks back to her after making sure that nobody would overheard what she said.

“About you son?” Gineva asked.

“Yes, about Tarik.” She nodded her head slowly. “I just want to know how do I—“ She paused shortly. “—How am I going to find his mate?”

“You are not planning to transfer the curse already, aren’t you?” Gineva frowns.

She isn’t no fool nor oblivious at to what extent Nerissa could do for her children. It just that. It doesn’t feel right. Tarik has been born with the curse or may have been carrying this burden, but that doesn’t mean the other pair should suffered from the torments she shouldn’t have been.

Nerissa did not responded to her question, but he can tell that is what she was planning to do.

“This is the only option left for me, I hope you’ll understand.” Nerissa whispered lowly. “I beg your pardon, Gin.”

“Nerissa.” But no matter how much she wanted to, she just couldn’t. Gineva was bothered. “If you do that, you are just going to create another monster, and it will not just going to be her. Do you think your son will forgive you after he comes to know the truth? Of what you have done, Neri?”

Nerissa meet her eyes. She could hint that she isn’t sure yet, doubts flew, and the pools of her eyes have something as if rethinking what she said, but it was her motherly love, and her duty to protect her children from harm is what resurfaced. All the hesitation repelled, it has been replaced by a hardened features as her lips set into a thin straight line. It was as if the good queen has been replaced by somebody who is a total stranger for Gineva.

“If it means they are or he will hate me, I can bear with you.” Or can she? Can she really stand looking straight to Tarik’s orbs whose glare would always express his loathing, how much his stare burnt her, But Nerissa could bear it. She could endure it as long as she knew that he will be safe. “I just wanted him to have a normal fate just like the others…”

“And what about his mate, Nerissa?” Gineva asked her straightforwardly. “She could die Nerissa, if she won’t be able to survive the process, and what would that leave be?”

Nerissa did not speak, and so Gineva continue.

“It would be worst for your son, Tarik.” She warned her. “He may not have die, because he was mourning for his lost, but you don’t know what mates are capable of just so they could ensure that their other half is safe on their hands.”

Because Gineva knows. She is aware at how far they can go. They can sacrifice everything, draw another fate, if it won’t agreed on them. She watch some fall, some who sinned, but failed, and a few try, and succeed. But it doesn’t always means a happy ending. Oftentimes, to force something that isn’t supposed to happen would only be equal to doom…to misfortunes, and grievous punishment.

On the other hand as they talk, Nerissa failed to notice, nor Gineva had realized that the king is outside of the room. Luther was listening heeds towards the wife who won’t share her troubles with him.

Luther frowns. He didn’t know what he should of felt, but he won’t allowed her to make another sacrifices again. Behind him stood Alek, his advisor, and beta. He don’t want to do this, but he was left with no choice.

“Alek.” The king calls as they began to walk far, leaving the room. His eyes was staring ahead, and there is something, angry for the fact that he cannot help his queen, as to battle with fate would only means their kingdom would suffer.

“Yes, your highness?” Alek followed suit behind him.

“I wanted you to do something.” He said. “Go back to the Kingdom, and relay my message.”

Alek nodded and do as what he has been told, leaving on pursuit the King’s order.

**

Back to the Devonshire as every servants were just preparing for a new day, a new morning, the bells resounded. The cathedral which stood tall suddenly come to life. The noise had grasp ahold, catching the wolves’ attention as the bells signify a message, or a decree that would be soon release. A news or an announcement coming from the King.

“What could it be?” They asked from each other.

The last time that the bell rings is when they announced about the beginning of the tradition, or perhaps it was it? Nobody could tell, or do they thought.

On the center of the square inside the capital, there they found standing a man so familiar to them. How can they not know who he is? It was their Beta, Alek, who was holding a scripture on his hand. He roamed his eyes, and when he made sure that everybody was there, he unfolded it and inscrolled.

He reads aloud what it contains.

“As of today, the King—King Luther Devonshire had announced that the customs will soon begin, and this is the marking adherent for when would it will start, which is tomorrow as they came back from Salem.” Alek’s voice boomed.

It wasn’t surprising, in fact the entire kingdom was rejoicing. They are excited, in pure bliss and joy to whoever may had been the Queen to be chosen and in next in line.

“I couldn’t wait for it!” A young pup jump, cheering to where she is.

But as they did, it wasn’t the same enthusiasm which filled those who are chosen to participate.

The news spread like a wildfire, it reach Ysabella.

“It will start soon?” She looks anxious, and she couldn’t deny the fear, which lace her voice.

Matilde nodded her head.

“It has been announced earlier on the square, my lady.” She said.

When she come to know about it from the other servants, Matilde did not waste any second and quickly cambered on her feet to deliver the news to her lady. Like what she expected, the solemnness she have came back. Somber eyes filled of sadness and sorrow. She couldn’t bear to see her this way, but it is a must. They needed to sacrifice something for power, because that is what their fate was. It was just, some are unlucky to be thrown at something they didn’t want.

“I don’t like it.” Ysabella bitterly said, she uttered those, spitting the truth of what she really feels.

But no matter how much she express that she don’t want to, it won’t happen, she won’t be able to run, nor have her mouth spout the words that she wanted to say. She couldn’t be. She have no right to say, nor complain. She is an Alpha’s daughter, and this is her duty, it was her own responsibility to fill.

She turned her back, right before Matilde could see the agony conformed on her eyes. But what more, why was Ysabella is worried about Ali finding out about the tradition?

What was on him that made the maiden concern?

In contrast to Ysabella, Minerva was happy. She couldn’t brushed off the smile on her lips the moment that the news reached her. It is what she has been looking forward, one of the reason why she was even there on the first place. Muffled screams of excitement has been released from her lips.

“I couldn’t believe it!” She was grinning as her eyes drifted to the servant who had let her know about the news. “Aren’t you excited? I mean, I am kind of anxious, but this is what I am waiting for since then.”

She waited too long, she was patient, and now, Minerva was hoping that fate would be in her favors this time.

“I am happy for you, my lady.” Amy said, she smiled at her. She is Minerva’s servant and lady in waiting.

But as she express her happiness, it wasn’t for Tarik.

He clenched his jaw. Angst fury, and the cold anger, the chilly madness if what latched on his visage. He was breathing hardly, but how can he not be angry? The tradition would start, and even until now he couldn’t find Devon, it was driving him crazy, the Reinsworth doesn’t offer much even, no reports from the spy they sent. Nothing.

He looks at the mirror, and lowly growl. The reminder of the tradition had made it worst.

“This is absurd.” It was ironic on how he is growing different from the man he knew before.

He is always composed, and calm.

Tarik never opposed everything to pleas his father, but now, the moment he found Devon, he doesn’t feel the same anymore. It was if she change his view of how he see the world. On his perception, Devon had made one thing clear. He didn’t need to always do as what he’s been told. Sometimes, Tarik should choose what makes him happy, and it was Devon, although he has become an asshole as they meet. But this time, Tarik would make straight.

If he find her again, he won’t let her escape. He would marked her. At the mere thought, his wolf growled, in agreement to Tarik. The moment he mark her, it would means a connection, where he it wouldn’t be harder for him to find Devon wherever she go. They will be connected by heart as well as by their soul.

Him and Devon, unaware that fate have another plan for the two of them, and it doesn’t offer something good.

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