His Accidental Luna

THE FESTIVAL

CHAPTER 26: THE FESTIVAL

After what she found out, Devon would admit that she felt scared. She was fearing the unknown before and now that it’s cleared, it made her bothered more. It made her worried at what Helena said. Between Tarik and Zachary, between the two mates she have, one would pled and bring destruction, and while the other thrive for the fate that were stolen—deprived mate that she may not have chosen. It was difficult. The thoughts are aren’t as great as they seems. To have a mate, two in fact may mean unconditional love that she may experience but if the price would be like that for them then Devon would wished upon to the moon Goddess that she haven’t given her a mate, if things would be like this.

Devon stared at her reflection. It mirrored the sadness on her eyes, which she continuously masked. She wore the facade as the second flesh, but she knew it won’t be too long before Zachary would be able to peer close at her. He is her mate after all, and it wouldn’t be a secret on him what Devon felt deeply inside her heart.

She sighs as she walked past from the vanity mirror across the veranda. Devon was clad on a red dress, which barely reach her knees. It was short, and sleeveless with a few ripples on the chest. It left exposed her bare shoulders which the gentle kiss coming from the night breeze already made Devon to seek for the warmth she sought after.

“Are you cold?” She didn’t need to turn around as that oh-so familiar voice already speak to who he was.

Of course, it was Zachary.

He was the only one—no, only man who had been allowed to go closer at her. Vampires and their possessiveness. He is the only vampire, a male who had his arms touching Devon because they were always known for being territorial. Men keep their distance from her, and only women servants were allowed on her quarters and as her guardian. It wasn’t as if she doesn’t mind after all.

“Just a little.” Devon whispered.

She felt him walked closer. Soft footfalls that were left behind right before she felt his arms coiling perfectly around her small physique. Zachary pulled her closer until no space, not even an inch was separating the two of them.

“Better?” He asked.

Devon hide the small smile, which slipped past at her lips.

“Better.” She said.

Her heart cheers with joy, but on the other hand it bleeds for Tarik. Does that mean staying here in Reinsworth was the choices she was making for herself? Does that mean she was choosing him over to Tarik? But they haven’t had mated yet. Zachary had not marked yet, or perhaps he was waiting for her permission to do so. The thought stressed Devon, but she hide it.

‘stead of, her eyes went and glaze over towards the vampires who same with Devon were casually dressed in Red. They were in a feast, celebrating the peace that were long restored and maintain. Zachary told him that unlike of the other two Kingdom, Reinsworth and the vampire’s custom were like paying and expressing their gratitude for their Goddess who had look over to them, it was Azrael. If the wolves have Luna, of course they have their own Goddess. She may have been known for being cruel, but Azrael was the Goddess who put judgement and punishment exactly to what befits the crime her people committed. She was fair and just, she perceived and hear, but as the war unfolded become. The dark ages they feared the most. She is one of those Goddess who had taken the fall greatly.

“They seems happy.” Devon commented as she keep her eyes to those vampires.

They were drinking and singing just like as if it is one of those place where they can fully express themselves.

“They are.” Zachary placed his head at the crook of her neck. “Don’t you want to join them?” He added and whispered.

“I am already contented being a spectator on the side, Zach.” Devon admitted. “I wasn’t mostly you know been fan of gatherings—”

She wasn’t or was it because she had not been allowed to? Bella’s group would left her in shame. To socialize with the visitors Devon had been forbidden. It was as if she would like to hear from those guest, wolves from the nearby pack on how they accused her parents. Traitors. Dwellers who never knew what it’s like to woke up each day hearing the same words over and over again.

“Are you afraid of them?” Zachary broke her free from those reverie and memories of the past.

“What? No—” But before she could finish her sentences, Zachary pulled her alongside with him.

“Then, let’s go and join our people.” He laughs, in spite of the hesitant look which passed by on her eyes.

The fear, which fret, but never came beforehand as he suddenly grab her by the waist and jumped. Her scream in a hazy blur has been suppress. She didn’t have the chance to be scared, because no matter how much she denies it, Devon actually felt secured across his arms. He was holding her gently, but rather firmly, fair enough to hold her so close, and to not lose Devon.

It touches her soul. Sometimes, she couldn’t help, but ask why and does she really deserve him at all? A king who never failed to make her how much she matters to him. Her heart ache. If only things has been different for Devon, if only Zachary become her only mate, but she knew that fate has already been weave—she have him and Tarik. And she isn’t oblivious that no matter how much she wanted not to chose, it wouldn’t be possible. One way or another, Devon would make choices which would cost fate.

The destiny of one mate she needed to sacrifice into.

As they landed in front, the vampires cheered at the sight of their king.

Among them was Helena. As their eyes meet, Devon could tell that she was having some suspicions on her own regarding her questions.

The prophesied two mates.

On the other hand, Tarik has been frowning the loneliness he felt. The sadness he could repel as he still couldn’t and haven’t find Devon yet. He lost her and the fact that he have his hands full didn’t give him enough time to seek and search where could she be. His wolf whimper, it howls, but he knew exactly that he is at fault. He left her run. He let her get away before he could chase after and now she was gone.

The mere thought paned him greatly.

“Damn it.” And it is the first time that he had ever felt this way. The sensation of feeing his chest being tear apart, carved by knives he lost count with.

The bitterness swept through his throat and relished. The taste of the wine brought by one of the women who join their tradition lingered inside his mouth. It was strong, but Tarik needed it as he knew how much her sudden disappearance, Devon’s disappearance would literally drove him crazy.

At that exact moment.

The double doors inside his room were pushed open. Duke came trotting inside.

“What it is?” His clenched jaw express how it made Tarik frustrated.

Duke lowered his head to show his respect.

“We haven’t found her yet, your highness.” The latter said.

His palms fisted. For unknown reason, he felt he wanted to rampage, enrage himself and rye wantons to punish him for being an asshole to his mate. Was it because he is afraid? Had Tarik been afraid by the fact that he is not the one next in throne? And by the fact, if he isn’t the ruler then that means he won’t be bale to protect Devon from their kingdom, the law and the custom they were upon for their people.

“100 gold coins.” He said. “I’ll offer a hundred if they would be able to bring her with me.”

It’s ironic how one person could drove you crazy and at the brink of losing oneself.

Tarik as he came back from Reinsworth Kingdom summoned Duke alongside with the other bounty hunters he knew. Wolves whom he can rely his order without them telling anybody who he has been looking for. They are the wolves underneath his power. They serve as of a personal guard who is not seen unlike Duke who remain on his side for a very long time

“I will, your highness.” Duke said before he left.

Tarik was left there alone to ponder at things that he may have done before and now he was being punished. Was it because of the customs, where he prepared himself to rejected his own mate the moment he found her? But funny now how much he was seeking and looking for her presence. Tarik couldn’t sleep, deprived as his mind had been clouded by the mere thought of her.

“Where are you?” He touched his lips, when he had been reminded of the kiss they shared.

The softness of her lips he can recall, and the redness of her cheeks. The memories bring him back to where he is able to hold her close. To where he could see her, and to Helga’s house which Tarik had been assured that she was doing fine, but what he saw told him otherwise. That doesn’t mean he could just lashed out his anger to Helga. It isn’t her fault hating their being. A rogue as they are the one who and annihilated his family a long time ago.

If he hadn’t bring her there, would she still be here? He thought, but it was too late now for the what if’s, which Tarik had been bottled with.

Solemnly, he drank the remnants left on his glass in an attempt to ease the pain and dwelled himself towards those memories, where he can see Devon.

Her face flashed before his eyes.

She was smiling, giggling as she reached out as if she wanted to touch his hand, but her face changes. It became afraid, suddenly as if he was a monster that she needed to grew wary of. She is. She should, but Tarik couldn’t afford losing her anymore.

“Please come back to me.” He howler in sync with his wolf who came facing back and forth, urging him to look, but he couldn’t.

He won’t be able to leave the Palace as nobody would look after it. His father, King Luther is on his journey towards Salem in seek of his own mother who never told anybody where she is going. And Tarik could have sworn that his father isn’t happy at all. What can they do? How can they not be worried, when things are getting—slowly going downhill although the Goddess of Chaos and war still remain imprisoned.

Tarik sighs when he felt his wolf clawing its way to take control as he perfectly knew where it would leave him be.

It would search for her and by means of... His wolf would look everywhere just so it could finf Devon.

If only it would that easy.

Meanwhile at Salem, Nerissa suddenly felt a shudder she didn’t know where it must have been coming from.

Lily noticed the sudden discomfort on her face.

“Are you okay, your majesty?” She asked.

“I am.” Nerissa reassure her only to have her eyes widened with the side e announcement.

“Give your respect for the King.” It says. *King Luther of the Devonshire Kingdom.”

She gulps, and a the colour has been drain out from Lily’s face. Both of them looks nervous as they knew what they have done.

As the announcement cease, there came walking down on his glory the husband she left on their Kingdom.

“Hello my queen.”

And King Luther seems like he isn’t happy at all to find her here.

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