His Accidental Luna

ANTAGONISTIC BOND

CHAPTER 28: ANTAGONISTIC BOND

“Aren’t you threatened?” Olivia asked.

Her long lavender hair was lying across to the man whom many would get envious with, Augustus—which the latter was brushing softly using his gentle fingers and hands. Delicate touch depicted for each locks and strands. Olivia let out a sound of pure bliss as her lips parted at the mere gesture he showed. She was a woman, who had made it close to the next in line King. Funny how she was just a servant girl, a lady in waiting and now she was here spending the time she isn’t supposed to with Augustus. She knew exactly the consequences of her actions if many found out about their secret fowl, but as long as it remain hidden, Olivia have nothing to worry about. As of she needed to, after all, she knew how much Augustus would do all means to ensure her safety.

“To whom I should felt threatened, my lady?” Augustus chuckled followed by a soft hum.

“To Tarik? Don’t you feel any bit or feeling of a threat that he may take over, much worst stole your crown, your highness?” The woman in synch with his soft laugh bites off.

“Not even the slightest.” Augustus uttered with so much assurance, which made Olivia raised her eyebrows.

“How sure you are then?” She was intrigued, he could tell how she is.

Augustus just laughs at her reaction.

How can he felt threatened, when Tarik unlike him had been voicing out how much he likes the life out of the throne. Unlike him, he was out there. He experienced the life he never did. He reached hands with his people, and join them in wars. Tarik is a man whom Augustus could tell who would choose more to be free than be locked up in the Palace. He knew that the burdens of the crown, even the custom that the Devonshire have he is truly against with. The bred spread of how his brother, the second borne Prince asking their mother to retreat back, and to what reason they do not even have any idea with.

“Because I am his brother.” Simply, he said.

The latter only rolled her eyes.

Olivia sit up and crossed her arms.

“That wasn’t enough to prove how reassured you are.” She said.

“Why would I worried even?” It was his turn to ask. “Are you concern that if I did not become the king, you won’t be able to spend some time with me?” He added with a teasing tone.

And he knew he have struck a vein as her eyes widened.

“Y—your highness, how vulgar of you!” Her cheeks reddened, which she tried to hide, but Augustus was quick to hold her chin.

He coaxed her visage to face him.

“There’s nothing for you to get worried about, Oliv.” He said huskily.

He stared at her. How long had he known her? So long that he can’t quite remember. It was Olivia, the servant who was brought in the Palace around Tarik and his age. She was meek, but looking at her now, she was far from that shy young girl he had always know back then. She was much taller. She isn’t weak nor meek at all, but bold. She have this aura round her, which draw Augustus, when they run across again with each other. She is beautiful, he won’t deny that, and he knew exactly that what lies between them is wrong.

First, she isn’t his mate. Secondly, Olivia is a servant. Once his father get to know what he had been doing behind his back, he knew it wouldn’t end well. As if Augustus care about the tradition. Same with Tarik, he do not like it, but he needed to if he wanted to ascend to the throne. Unlike his brother, he knew how to play on order to get the power and authority he seek.

“Augustus.” Olivia whispered lowly when his face are getting closer.

“Shh, don’t worry, Oliv, it was juts the two of us here.” With that said, Augustus let himself be lost.

As his lips crashed to hers, he can hear the sudden growl that his wolf did. He knew how much his beast was against the mere touch he does as if it could also feel how wrong their connection was, but he needed Olivia. Augustus had grown attachment to the woman. She was like a drug, whom he couldn’t extract from his system until he find himself seeking for her touch, for the taste of her lips, which relish on his memory.

“Augustus—~... “ Olivia purrs, when he bit her bottom lips and ravage it with his claim. He knocked through her mouth and ventured every nook and cranny of it, leaving nothing untouched, leaving each corner filled with his possession , which lead for her to be breathless as she pulled.

What Augustus could tell was...why does kissing her felt bland? As if, he was just there for her, because he have needs.

He brushed off those thoughts and drowned himself towards the false beliefs he had Ben trying his hardest to forget. Regardless of how much his wolf sneered and growl, Augustus blocked him, put him behind his head as he began undressing Olivia pieces by pieces of her clothes. It wasn’t a secrecy how numerous time had they burn with passion, with the list they have for each other as they feasted on their body. It was nonstop, her groans, which evoke the ecstasy he had never felt before. Or perhaps, it was because Olivia was the first woman whom Augustus had slept with?

He was young when they meet, and so he is assured when he let her lead him be, until they end up kissing, bare and naked—moaning each other’s and he hadn’t feel any regret, but today was different.

It feels wrong. It feels taboo.

**

“My lady are you, alright?” Worried, Matilde joined Ysabella on her bed as she began to writ and trashed.

“I—I don’t know—” Loudly, she gasp aloud, and she do not have any slightest idea what was happening. “I—It hurts.....!”

All she knew was there is something painful carving inside her chest. It was as if some knives drawing some unbearable wounds she couldn’t get out. Tears stream on each side of her eyes, Ysabella cried, she mourned for something she don’t see, nor couldn’t comprehend either way. It just stings, a pang on her chest which made her clutch and shed tears.

“M—make it stop, please...” Her sobs are getting louder.

Matilde had been seize with panic. But as realization drawn to her, her eyes widened.

“My lady...” She trailed of and trembled.

Her lips quivered as she finally knew why Ysabella woke up with such pain precipice that she couldn’t explain. Matilde knew exactly the source, what she was afraid of was to confirm whether her suspicions were right or not. After all, it was Ysabella, and she wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings anymore. However, that doesn’t mean she should turned blind eye, didn’t she?

What can she do...?

As everyone are aware of, wolves have mates and mates means another half, where the latter could share the pain, every single things about them. They are the extension of one’s life, they are there at times when they were needed the most, and the other half could also feel whether their mate had been on another woman’s arm the same way how Ysabella was being tormented as of the moment. The signs impaled. The red mark, which is slowly showing on her pale skin engrave, and relayed that her mate—Matilde clenched her teeth, she couldn’t think straight, she was saddened by the fact that her lady has been put up at this pain. Her mate....the mate she had been waiting for all those years was being caressed—much worst, he may have been doing something more to whoever it was with him.

“I’m sorry...” Matilde placed her hand on top of her forehead.

No matter how much she wanted to help, she won’t be able to. No matter how much Matilde would want to ease her pain, she won’t. It was beyond her control. What Ysabella is suffering from was cause by somebody whom she wouldn’t want to tell her, but one way or another, she knew that she would be able to know when fate allowed her to.

“I—it hurts so badly...” She reached out and squeeze her hand.

With her tear-stricken face, Ysabella couldn’t see a thing. Her eyesight blurry, and she was slowly trying to catch up after her breathe. Breathless as the pain embarks and prolongs that she haven’t had any idea how much she lost count of spending her time crying on that bed.

Matilde was there, she was coaxing and consoling whatever it was, but it was something she couldn’t ease.

It just came out of nowhere. Ysabella had just felt it out of the blue. It was beyond that word you can say to be pain. It was making her numb, paralyze as she was left defenceless.

“W—why does it hurts so bad?” Funny how many times had she asked, but she earned no response.

Matilde was just looking at her with those same kind eyes, but that isn’t what Ysabella needed right now.

But as she filled her head with questions, a vivid image loitered inside her head. It lingers, showing her something she couldn’t grasp yet. Affront, she saw bodies moving in sync as her chest burnt. They were naked, bared as they flashed and calls each others name, but it was muffled. She couldn’t inaudibly hear them clearly, but they do sound, and looks familiar to her. She juts couldn’t recall where did she saw them. And Ysabella isn’t a fool what was taking place between the pair. She isn’t a child anymore.

Are they mating? She thought. But if they are, why does the intensity she felt, the agony and distress she had been plunge into—why does it felt like it was coming from them?

It was confusing. How can she mourn for somebody’s happiness?

She asked for mercy. She asked for answers she was given none.

It was more painful than being told that she had been chosen to join the Devonshire’s tradition.

**

It was just a normal day on their pack, but it was different for Ysabella. She had been summoned only to be told that she’ll be sent to another kingdom. Much worst to a tradition she has been greatly against with for a very long time.

“Father, you can’t just do that!” She was shocked.

They knew exactly how much she hated it!

But her father did not even throw her any glance, and just sit there as if he is not he rather as of the moment, but an Alpha who is choosing more his pack than the well-being of his pup.

“You don’t have any final say with my decisions.” He said.

“You can’t...” She shook her head.

Disbelief were written all over her face. She couldn’t believe it how much her father was ready to sell her off for power. If she had been chosen, that means their pack would thrive, but that will cost Ysabella her happiness. She wouldn’t be allowed to mate nor to have him so close. It was rejection which she would be force to give, and she wouldn’t like that!

“I don’t want to go, please.” Her sorrowful eyes meet his, but he seems to have already made up his mind. “Father...”

He stood up. She was hopeful for him to change his decision, but that was least of what he have done. Her father face her, and he looks firm—hardened face, his visage told her that she won’t be spared no matter how much she beg.

“I won’t go back with my words, Ysabella.” He said before he turned his back, leaving Ysabella stunned.

As those memories lingered at her head, her cries bounced back into the walls, but this time it was more louder and sad, hollowed sobs combined with the decision she had never agreed on the first place. She never wanted to be here. She did not chose to, because Ysabella knew that she preferred more to get freed.

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