His Accidental Luna

HER JEALOUSY, A NEW RIVAL

CHAPTER 31: HER JEALOUSY, A NEW RIVAL

Devon woke up the next day, where everything on her body seems to hurt. They are throbbing, each part was. Her arms innate as if it would fall, her legs aching even on the slightest movement and heedless effort to rolled on her sides. It just doesn’t work the way she would want it to. What more, when the agony her body were complaining from wont just end there. Prolong anguish, and the training she couldn’t withstand, whereas Zachary had accompanied her from. On the other hand, was it just because she hadn’t gotten used to what it is like to fight as same with being a rogue. They evade troubles as much as possible, run and push their legs until they could escape. A fruitless cowardice, than be bold and cause them wounds, a scratch and some bite marks. They may have the ability to heal, but that doesn’t mean, nor count that it doesn’t hurt either way. Add the fact on how Lily would nag and asked, repeated the same words of how much they had warned her.

The mere though of her friends made her smile, but somehow, it saddened her as well. Devon would often found herself staring with a stolid expression on the horizon, wondering how they are. Pondering whether she should go back, but she can’t bear it yet. She still fears to run across with Tarik. Besides she was getting used to staying in Reinsworth. However, that does not mean Devon would also forget them. She knew that Jasper is in a good hand, although Helga had not treated her right, yet she was ill towards her. Nevertheless, she was still grateful for the help she had given to them, when they least expect kindness on their kind. What Devon was more worried was Ali, and Lily who haven’t had any slightest idea what had happened to them.

Devon bring her palms to her chest.

Her solemn eyes stared ahead. Sorrow engulfs her, she was torn. But then it depends on the choices she’ll made.

“I don’t know anymore…” She sighs, even her own wolf agreed on her this time.

Devon stood up from the bed. The coldness of the floor swept her on her feet. It made her shudder, shivering slightly at the chilly morning breeze. The sun isn’t up yet, but here she is, bottled by bothersome thoughts, where no escape was given. Devon was grasp, it was holding her on her neck. She couldn’t run affront. Her forehead ceased. But she promised to herself that after she settled everything here, the two mates and the prophecy, which Helena had shared to her, onslaught by ought, she will be back to them. She will seek, and run after to where her friend was.

By means of those thoughts, a sudden memory flashed inside her head. A single tear fell on her left eye.

“What this is all about?” Devon frowns as she eyed the mat placed on the ground. It was neat, and straight, atop were fruits, and meat, a roasted rabbit, which is slightly burnt.

Rio looked back at the trio confused, confounded. Lily same with her only shrugged her shoulder as if telling her that even she haven’t had any idea. That leaves Jasper, and Ali, who have the sane straight face unlike the latter.

“Ali?” Devon raised her eyebrows at the male.

“Well.” He gins. “I just thought why not we should at least you know spend some time—“

“And where did you get those?” Lily pursed her lips as she gestured to the food.

“I get them of course.” Ali proudly puffed his chest.

“All by yourself?” Lily seems like she’s not biting what he just said.

Ali’s face crumpled, contorted as he let out a low hmmp.

“What? Are you doubting that I can’t do it?” He bites back to Lily.

“Nope, I am just making sure about it.” Lily shook her head.

“You really—!”

“Whar? I am not doing anything.” She grins at the latter.

“Tch.” Ali only clicked his tongue.

Jasper and Devon’s face meet. Their eyes connected, she laughs, while same as before, Jasper let out a soft and small smile on his lips. They had grown watching the argument as the two quarreled. There’s nothing new, except of what had just Ali prepared.

“Before you bite each other’s head off, and took a chunk—“Devon made an interference between the pair. “So, can anybody answer what it is all about?” But her questions were all directed towards Ali.

“Well, as I said, I just wanted us—“

“Get to the point already.” Devon cut him off.

“Will you at least let me finish?” Ali b low some air, but one look coming from Devon had straightened him out completely. He raised both of his hand on the air as if in an attempt to surrender. “Fine, I just wanted to seal our friendship, although we do not belong to a pack.”

With that said, Ali walked to the mat, and poured him with a rice wine they had no idea entirely to how he had gotten his hands into. It was one of the treasures of the Devonshire Kingdom, bid in a high prices, and expense of gold that could have buy them sacks, which would last for months. It was served to the novel bloods, monarch, who thrived, because of their rank.

Grinning, Ali faced the trio with a wide smile on his face.

“Let’s be a pack, even though we are not!”

“I thought sealing our friendship, you dummy.” Lily pushed her buttons to annoyed Ali, while chuckling. But she grab one of the cup, and let him pour the wine on it.

Devon stared at it, a little much longer.

Friendship. She couldn’t help, but smile at that word. It bring her both peace and warm The thing she may not have found before on her pack, except with Zavi. And now it was here without Devon asking for it.

As they raise their cup for a toast, in synch they said, “Friends until doom take each other.”

As she has been brought back in the present, Devon could a gentle, yet delicate hand touching her heart, her shattered soul it eases.

She knew no matter how far they are from each other, it won’t ever change the fact that they are more closer, because of the bond, the promises they vow long before. They will be all right. They promised before that they will be. Reassuring herself, before Devon made her way to the shower. The cold water, which she knew she needed.

Unbeknownst to the upcoming pain.

“That’s cold.” She uttered, after she was done tending to herself.

Her skin was still icy. It was as if she had not make any difference towards Zachary, and those vampires who are inhabiting the Reinsworth Kingdom. She matched their paleness, what only made them distinct and apart from one another was the fact that they came from the diversity of clans. A wolf she is, while they are a vampire.

She dried her hair. The reflect on the vanity mirror does the same, when her mind wander across to where Zachary may have been today. It’s just that Devon had not seen the male after she retired on her room. Same with what happened, he had been summoned by the council she have no idea that the vampires also had. And the fact, most of all, how can she forgotten that Zachary is a king? He isn’t just a normal vampire, but he lead hundreds and thousands of—an entire clan, his blood species.

“I wonder where he is.” She blinked her eyes.

She pursed her lips as her wolf howled across. It wasn’t her who longs after his present…it was her beast, which unknowingly restless as it oddly pacebcak and forth inside her head.

Left with no choice, Devon stood up.

She began making her way outside of her room, and going outside. The same walls, which stood erect on each side greeted her accordingly. She walked past; bypass some portrait, which are all hanging neatly on the wall. It contains young photograph, an old man, a woman, whose posture speaks of her elegance. Devon assumed presumably that she may have been Zachary’s mother as they have the same eyes, the softness, unlike the firmness he might have inherited from his father. At the end of the corridor, where the stairs ending to down to the halls, there is a family picture and Devon could not have mistaken that it was his family. She wanted to ask, pry about what happened. But she wouldn’t want to bring the trauma he may or he may not have been healed yet.

He may have been smiling, gracing his lips with a cheeky laugh he would always have on his visage, but as what most people would said. Those person whom we thought were not struggling are those who have been fighting their own battles for so long…alone. She may have deny it. But Devon knew that she wanted to be with him, when he needed her. As a mate, although there is no assurance as everything was still in a hazy blur for her. When, she haven’t made her choices yet.

“I just still needed time, and a lot of explanation of.” The answer she seek as she whispered to herself.

It didn’t take long for Devon to finally made it out downstairs. Her eyes erupted into a pure joy, bliss, when she did not fail to found Zachary on the halls. The same silhouette both her and her wolf longs for. he stood tall, intimidating, dark and handsome.

“Zach—“ But before she could get his attention, Devon stop when she noticed that he is not alone.

Zachary was talking to a woman.

Not just a woman, but a beautiful vampire.

Who could it be? She whispered inside her head, while her eyes roamed across to her.

To say that she is beautiful was beyond that word. She has as small face, softly sculpted into a delicate feature. Small nose and lips, which continuously stretched o whatever Zachary had been telling to her. Her hair was long, it was straight and ebony which perfectly suit her, and she have the curves, which seems to be place on spot, on the right places, and somehow Devon felt insecure, unconscious at how simply she look. But the woman, effortlessly, she was already a Goddess on her sight, parading her poise, posture as the dress exposed her flawless and bare shoulder.

Devon takes a step from behind.

Fear crept to her, and she didn’t know why. Inside of her, her wolf bared its teeth, as if threatened. However, why? Zachary hadn’t mark them yet…She trailed of, but she could give innate explanation to why slowly she was feeling that sudden pang on her chest, burning as it replaced the shamble scenarios filled with her friends, but now—by Zachary, and that woman whom she isn’t been familiar with.

By the way how they interact, how shamelessly the latter touch his arms as they laugh, it seems as though they had known each other for so long. As if she was already there before Devon entered the picture. The look close, much closer than them, but why is she complaining now? Didn’t she told herself that she wont decide whose mate she is going to choose until everything isn’t clear yet, now why…why is she finding herself getting territorial?

She gnawed her cheeks.

But when she decided to leave, that’s when Zachary noticed her presence.

“Devon.” He smiled.

And she only returned it with a force one.

“Hi.” She said, but it was cold.

Zachary seems not to have noticed the sudden changes on her mood.

The woman he had been speaking to follow his line of sight. As her gaze landed to Devon, she didn’t know whether her eyes were just playing tricks on her or not, when she saw the unwelcome look on her irises. But nevertheless, when Zachary urged her too get closer, and as she step to where they are, finally Devon get to know what was she felt inside.

Jealousy and envy. A dangerous combination she had not felt before, not until today.

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