His Accidental Luna

THEIR RETURN

CHAPTER 46: THEIR RETURN

The journey didn’t take long or much longer. It was smooth. A relief that they had not encountered anybody alongside the way. But during their detour, Devon had remembered having dreams, or nightmares if that would suit it more better. It was something to which she had seen herself, she was on a woods surrounded by an ethereal darkness, whereas the cuckoo’s of owls had only make the eeriness worst. She could hear streams, a splash, but then no footfalls. Footsteps ahead that could have tell her that she isn’t alone. 

Nothing. There’s nothing on that place. What was more scary was the fact that the clouds and the shy are on their vibrant vermillion red. It was a bloody colour, indicating war, of bloodbath as it shed many corpses for the ground to fed. They showered life until none was left. A gruesome scenario. A cruel vivid imagery to how some plead and beg to be spared, because they wanted to live. 

And from beyond, Devon saw something. 

A flame lit from the horizon, small at first as it grew bigger and bigger. Vast, and massive as it started to devour those who was blocking its way. It set ablaze as if it was mad, the madness lingered as to which she couldn’t understand. Everything was weird, all seems odd and bizarre that she almost thought that they were surreal. 

When she woke up with a jerk, she could almost felt the sweat and fear building across to her. She was grateful that Zachary was there to ease whatever was bothering Devon unlike Soren who are still eyeing her rather with her spiteful orbs despite of having soft visage that couldn’t hurt a fly. 

But that doesn’t she would just forget those dreams. 

‘What could that had been?’ She thought. 

But her train of thoughts has been cut off, when she felt Zachary’s hand creeping towards her neck. 

She glanced at him in question. 

“What it is?” She asked curiously. 

“I just wanted you to put it around you.” He whispered across her ears. 

Zachary unfolded his palms, and there lies a pendant she had not seen before. It has an emerald stone ton the centre shaped into a heart form. It looks simple, but there’s something on it that made her felt strange. 

“Why?” Devon could not suppress herself and pry

“Because it will protect you, if ever I won’t be on your side, darling.” That’s what he said. 

Their eyes meet, and she knew by that what Zachary means. It was as if they could easily communicate with each other. They could understand something between them that nobody can. By means of protection, she knew by that—Zachary means her identity and scent as a rogue that could attract attention from the wolves. So the strange feeling she may have gotten from the pendant might have been the magic or incantation it’s holds—beheld just so it could yielded safety for Devon the moment they enter the Devonshire Kingdom. 

“When did you have gotten your hands on it?” Curiously, Devon asked. 

She turned around and hold her hair using her hand. The mere gesture exposed her nape from his sight. Unbothered, because she knew that no matter how tempted Zachary was to bite her nor have a taste of her blood, he wouldn’t do anything which is far from her consent. He would ask her, if he wanted to. But somehow, she couldn’t help, but think—if he had, would she allowed her to do so? She didn’t know. She haven’t had any idea of sort. 

“The moment I found out you were mine.” Instead of speaking of, Zachary uttered that inside her head, communicating through the bond to which has been made and created the moment fate weaved their thread. 

She bit her lips, when Soren’s eyes burnt holes to her head. She might have been wondering, tempted yo pry and peer, but she couldn’t. 

To which what exactly the latter as having thoughts with. 

‘Why does that b***h haply about?’ She sneered inside her head. 

Her envy was so intense that she 2as failing greatly to camouflage her feelings. The red flag is swerving, technically—it would be too soon for her evil sides be revealed. 

Soren clicked her tongue, and trained her eyes across to the road. The Capital is the first thing that had greeted her, and the eyes of curious merchants, to which in fact was also some supernatural beings, species they had been familiar with, but most commonly they are wolves, because the Devonshire Kingdom has been their home for ages and eons. They are peering, wondering who they may have been, but some onlookers seems to have recognize their scent. And soon enough, they are showing their respect ahead of the carriage to where they are being carried. 

“Welcome to the Devonshire, your highness.” In sync with each other, they loudly uttered those in unison. 

Somehow, she still found it quite ridiculous. Wolves would honour them, but at the same time they would talk behind their back—on how disgusting vampires are, when in fact they are much worst. Unlike their species, they aren’t as cruel as them. Soren was the one who have the rights to be spiteful, because it was them who helped them during their darkest time. It was during the dark ages to whereas Zephyr had taken the liberty to impale chaos and turmoil. 

On the other hand, Devon couldn’t help herself but lean for support from Zachary as she stared more. The tall gates of Devonshire made her afraid as it was the first time she would be inside the Palace halls. They passed the capitals to where many had bowed their head in utter submission. 

“Nervous?” Zachary asked. 

He may have notice her unease. She nodded her head. Stunned, when Zachary placed his hand above her own and gave it a slight squeeze. The gesture warm her heart. 

“Still nervous?” He asked again. 

“Not anymore.” Truthfully she said, chuckling. 

Sometimes they said love is one of the most dangerous feeling that one could ever feel. It was scary, full of terrors and pain. It has anguish. It was full of distress discerning that if it fails—it could result into an unending disorder. A heart breaking into process and a soul shattered without any cure nor had any means to get healed. But at the same time, it is one of the most beautiful thing she had ever felt. Devon felt it warm, so consuming as it flail, filling her stomach and her chest with butterflies. The butterflies swarming as he show and express the passion he felt. It was so pure, so genuine and sincere, but then fears began to replaced the sensation that Zachary had brought to Devon. 

Her eyes drifted back towards the Kingdom to where how long they may have remain for days. 

‘Tarik.’ There wouldn’t be any assurance that they won’t be able to run across to each other. That’s what she is afraid of, fearing the most because she is with Zachary. 

But how can she explain it even, when both of them are mates? She have two mates, and if Helena was in fact right, Devon should—no, it is a must. She must hide it by all means or it would bring her danger. 

She gnawed her lips, but she did not gave any hint about the thoughts that was continuously running inside her head. 

The vivid image bothered her greatly. To see Zachary and Tarik in a clashed as they make their claims as both vampires and wolves are known for being possessive. They kill for their mate, and they would let one live another day, doom for those who had lay a hand nor a scent to what belongs to them. 

‘Oh, moon Goddess.’ She uttered, before the carriage stopped. 

“We are here.” Zachary announced. 

Right before the door from their left made a clicked and soon were pulled open by the guards they brought. 

Her chest beats loudly. 

Devon withstand against her anxiety. Wishing for some things not to happen much worst. 

“Let’s go.” Zachary entertained their hands and pulled her alongside with him. 

Her cheeks flushed. She felt blushed creeping all the way, unbothered even with the loud marched coming from Soren, which seems intentional as she walked outside, storming as she did so. 

“Won’t they ask who I was with you?” She voiced out her worries. “Aren’t you afraid or ashamed that you are with me?”

“And why would I?” Zachary glanced on his shoulder for their eyes to meet. 

He stopped for a moment and so was she. He turned around as the others continuously making their way inside the Palace. 

“Why would I should feel ashamed for having you?” That’s what he said. 

Devon mustered the courage to look up and lifted her head so that she could level her stare with the latter. Who in return was staring at her rather seriously. He seems firm, his expression told her that he is serious as of the moment. 

“Or was it you who feel ashamed having me? +” He being her back the same question she asked.

Full with vigour, Devon quickly shook off her head. 

“I’m not, how can I be ashamed with having you?” She bit her lips. 

“And so I am. There’s nothing for you to fear, as long as I am with you, you should always be assured, darling.” Zachary gently lowered his head and planers a soft kissed on her forehead. It was gentle and delicate “Do you understand? Besides, if there’s something I should be afraid of, that’s when I lose you to which I won’t ever allowed to happened.”

With that said, the thoughts failed to take a grasp fully. Entirely same as before, Devon felt herself—so happy. It was that kind of happiness to which she couldn’t explain. It was euphoric, enthusiasm brimming ahead. 

Devon smiled at him. 

She softly nodded her head right before off they go as they were given recognition by the Palace guards. Tjey lined up in a row as they submit, lowering their head for respect. 

“Welcome to the Kingdom, your highness?” Nobody dared to look nor pry and peer not until they passed. 

But Rio could have sworn to feel their curiosity feeling every fibre of them, to who may have been she is on the Kings life. Funny how she can walked beside him without being noticed as rogue, protected, and with her safety being ensured. But Devon knew better. There’s no such thing to which Zachary could always swear that he would stand beside her as always. Because there are circumstances to which would forced him to be away from Devon. 

There would be times whereas she needed to stand alone facing whatever was making her afraid. She must rely on herself, because if she wouldn’t be, then Devon won’t be able to hold her spot, she would be the same Luna she had ever seen herself before. And that’s something she wouldn’t want to be again. She hated that Luna. She is weak, frail as she always cry and she’d tears. Mistreated, that Luna was filled with nothing, an unending emptiness and pain. She is a version of Devon who are confirmed with the nightmares from the past to which she couldn’t—no, she was unable to escape them. The monsters to where that self drowned until it moulded Luna for being Devon. She is another part of her who was created, she was harness to face the cruelty of the pack who had thrown her. 

Now, the sudden reminded of those memories seems to have awoken something from her insides. The death of the two person whom that Luna cherish the most as they had been taken, stolen from which she had least expecting them to. 

Devon seems appalled when something appealed deep within her core. It whispered through, a voice which lies dormant for so long. 

‘Vengeance...”

That’s right, what she had forgotten before was the vengeance to which she would have done. Returning the same suffering and torment towards the pack who made the world turned worst for Luna. 

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