His Accidental Luna

HURT FEELINGS, PAINFUL SCENARIOS

CHAPTER 32: HURT FEELINGS, PAINFUL SCENARIOS

She was beyond fuming, but Devon contain the calm expression, the smile which she is slowly getting weary of faking in front of Zachary. She wasn’t a fool not to know her malice, the woman’s distasteful gaze redirected to her. Her stare a warning, threatening as if Devon was not welcome even from the beginning. As if she ruined their moment, fed off bond, which she solely have the right to. How dare she get cheeky to the King, when Devon is the one who have every right to act territorial in the first place? She may have been a rogue, she may have been left unmarked, but that doesn’t mean her wolf would just sit back, and tolerate her touch she was simply doing so, before Zachary noticed her presence.

The latter guided her way back to the woman. When Zachary turn to look at her, her smile became fine, her eyes soft as if she was innocent, somebody who won’t even harm a fly as what he may have gotten to know her. But she won’t be able to make that stupid face with her. She knew better not to believe a two-face b***h.

“This is Devon.” Zachary gestured to her. “And Devon meet Soren.”

Soren smiled sweetly at her.

“It’s night to make an acquaintance of you, Devon.” She curtsied in an elegant manner, bowing her head in a greeting in which Devon return with the same regal behaviour.

“I am please to meet you as well.” Although her chest was telling otherwise about what she feel.

Soren, daughter of one of the council members as Zachary introduced them. One of the women, whom he did not deny that was being in pursuit to be the future ruler of the Reinsworth Kingdom. They grow up together. She was there before her. And what made Devon felt somewhat hurt was the fact that Zachary only brush the matter off. They talk, while she stood stupidly at there. A dull sciatic ache had settled into her throbbing chest. She wanted to at least settled on a harsh half-stifled yell, screaming to attest, appease the pain sheeted through her with a terrible intensity. The nauseating pain jammed and churned her insides. And when she thought that it would stop, it never ended, but what he said had only doubled it across leading for it to become worst.

“So may I ask what is she doing here?” Soren suddenly asked out of nowhere, bringing the topic out of the blue.

Devon instilled. She thought it would jist3hping to be meeting and greeting Soren. As if by names, but prying her noses onto her own business when she isn’t supposed to.

Devon’s gaze move towards Zachary, who was caught off guard as well.

Would he tell her? She thought, but what if Zachary denies it to whom Devon wasn’t expecting to come out either way.

“She was here for a visit.” He said.

Devon was struck by a new pain as she lowered her head, fearing the next words he may uttered which would surely double the pain.

“A friend?” Soren raised her eyebrows.

Devon gulps, anticipation filled her to what would be Zachary’s response to her question.

“A friend.” But that was something she didn’t expect for him to say. He trailed off as that word poisoned Devon’s inside.

Her wolf whimper.

A friend? She was just a f*****g friend, who came to visit him? What the f**k up?

She was fuming, but Devon is relieved that can hold back her anger, the angst fury she have, but why...why is she denying her? Or was it meant to protect her? Protect her from what? The council? From Soren? She was confused. Confounded on a precipice whereas her questions silently took a camouflage to hid behind her head, although they were itching, seeking for an answers they could have gotten from Zachary.

Her wolf whimper and so was she. But she won’t gave them the gratification of seeing her at that state.

“Oh, I thought she meant more than as a friend.” Soren put an emphasis to the word.

Devon’s mind went blank.

“And so are you.” She laughs, but the hostility was present.

“Devon.” Zachary tried to stop her.

“What did you say?” Soren’s smile vanished.

Devon meet her eyes, their orbs.

“Have you taken it badly?” She pretended to be shock. “I am sorry if it offended you, I meant that as a joke.”

But it wasn’t a joke! She creamed inside her head.

“Oh.” Soren seems perplexed, and she draw back her claws Devon knew she would strangled her with.

If this b***h thought that she will have her superiority over to her just because she was a wolf and she is inside their territory, then she have it wrong. Devon won’t let her mock her. She won’t let her even have the last laugh, although she was still dealing with that painful feeling left by the words from her mate’s lips, which carve her insides. Knives she lost count of but make a more deeper wound.

“I didn’t know you were funny.” Soren laughs, but it sounded forceful.

Zachary did not laugh, nor be in synch with her. Soren cleared her throat, but she never lost her face, which Devon is among for.

“I didn’t know I am too. I just realize it, when I see you.” Devon continue.

“Well, that isn’t funny anymore, wasn’t it?” Soren finally lose her cool.

Devon eyed her.

“If you are going to take it in a bad way, that depends on you.” She paused before she turned to stared at Zachary. “By the way, your good friend needs to go somewhere.” She emphasize the word friend. “So, I might see you later.”

With that said, she turned her back, but Zachary did not even run after her. And it hurts. It reminds her of Tarik. The painful words she received from Helga, and the fact that he did not even console her.

It’s stupid. What’s the point of having two mates who could not even ease her pain?

With that thought in mind, Devon left, carrying her shattered and broken heart she have.

On the other, back to the Devonshire Kingdom, to where she run away from, Jasper, the friend she left was slowly regaining his consciousness. Everything around him, every part of his body he felt was throbbing. It was aching. As if he had just gotten himself beaten on a pulp, but when did those happen? He couldn’t remember. The memory in a hazy blur to which he failed to recall no matter how much he tried to.

“Arg..” He let out a painful groan.

What happened?

The only thing he could clearly remember was accompanying Devon, and running away from the hunters. That’s right, the hunters, who had come after them! The thought of the chase suddenly bring him back, dragging his chest to thump. Beating loudly as it embarks the feeling, and sensation of distress. Of fear, but Jasper isn’t worried about himself. What he felt was directed through Devon.

He could still remember what that hunter had told him as he made sure that he won’t be able to stood up against the severity of his injury.

“We will play with her.” He laughs.

While Jasper on the other hand was groaning, gawking as he left multiple gasp. He thought he could outrun the beast. That it would be possible. But they are clever. It was as if they can see through their tricks, finally catching him off guard. His walls may have been sporting atop on the ground, but what can a rogue do against such cruel being? He was holding his hurt, naked and bare, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Being stark naked is common for the wolves.

“Damn it.” Jasper cursed under his breathe.

He was no match against him. He stand no chance, and if it continue, he knew that he may kill him, if he wanted to. Regardless of, Jasper is always aware that he wouldn’t do that yet. Not when he haven’t had his entertainment and amusement first, even with his companion whom he sworn to be running after Devon. He just wished that he haven’t caught up with her yet. One way or another, either one of them could escape to call for help, because if it’s not, to be captured by those hunters were more than asking for their own doom. Being their captive means torment, and it would be better to die than be dead on their hands.

“What?” The hunter circled his sprawled form. “Are you not having any fun yet?”

His laugh sickens him greatly a sit intricate, match his already weakening state. Jasper could no longer stand his injury. The severity he had taken, but instead of thinking about himself, his mind ponder more about Devon’s well being, right when another blow struck across his face, leaving him speechless—stunned for a moment before he lost his consciousness.

Then the memories were soon become blur.

As he was brought back to the reality, and as he slowly fluttered open his eyes, it was a room he isn’t familiar with which had greeted him..

It wasn’t small nor large. It was fair enough to hold one person, but that doesn’t mean it was not spacious. Nor it was extravagant, but simple

“Where am I?” He trailed off, confused to whoever had show and express their kindness to a rogue he is. Because he knew how much everyone hated his being. They loathed the fact of what havoc some rogue brings, but not him, not Ali, his friends nor Devon. They did not lose their sanity same with how the others ended up being those monstrous beast with a greasy body.

He slowly sit up from the bed.

But as he wonders more, the door was pushed open. A woman whom he haven’t seen before invited herself. It was Helga on her rounds. And she knew that he is awake.

“I’m glad you finally have your consciousness back.” She said.

“Who are you?” That was the first word which came blurting out from his lips.

He was looking at her rather attentively, but Helga seems unaffected.

“My name is Helga, and you were brought here to get cured.” She crossed her arms and stared at him. “Sake with your friend, both of you are lucky or you could have died with your injuries, especially you.”

Friend? That mean Devon is also safe!

“What do you mean by that?” He looks at her.

“You were poisoned.” Helga sounded serious. “ A wolfs bane that could have take your life.”

A wolfs bane. A poison used by hunters as they run after the rogues. Now, he can clearly see the vision, much more lucent and not on a hazy blur.

That’s right, Jasper had been poison by that wolf who aimed to captured him. One thing, which made him unable to use his strength, and to run much longer. But that was least of his worries now. The good is, he survive, they did, but who had rescued them from that doom? It only takes one powerful wolf to fought against those unless it was somebody who have a much higher authority than those two.

“Are you the one, who save us?” Curious, he lifted his head to look at her.

“I am not.” Helga shook of her head. “But you’ll meet him when he came back here, if he did, I supposed.”

“Why does it sounded as he won’t be coming back here?” Jasper couldn’t keep himself from sticking his noses, and prying, the questions he couldn’t keep at bay and so he plays along.

“Because something happened.” That was the only thing she said, and she did not elaborate further more to fill how intrigue Jasper had become.

Afterwards, a few introduction, Helga checked whether there are still remnants of poison left on his bloodstream. While on the other hand, instead of worrying for himself, Jasper was thinking of getting better and so he could finally reunite with Devon. Unbeknownst to him, more things had happened to the latter than what he had been expected from.

Devon with a two mates. And the fact that it is a King and Prince.

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