I'm sitting alone in my room when I hear the knock. I glance at the door, hesitant to open it. It has to be Trish on the other side of it, I can just tell. After the meeting yesterday, I had walked out of the board room and straight to my quarters, locking the door behind me and making no moves to open it ever since. A part of me definitely feels betrayed by Trish. As much as I understand that she owes me nothing and also doesn't trust me as much as the rest, it still hurts to know she was aware fully aware of the suspicions all this time and has probably considered them herself. So when she had followed me upstairs yesterday night, I had been loathe to open the door. I'm not sure what to say or how to act.A second round of knocks land on the door, more firmly this time."Valeria, please open up". She calls out. I stare at the door emptily, considering my options. In all honesty, I can't hide here forever. I'm going to have go out there and face the world at some point. But maybe I'm
"Luna!!!!". The event planners yelp excitedly as I walk into the room. I remind myself to paste a smile on but this is really going to be hard. I'm beyond loathe to do any of this, plan a wedding like it's not about to be the worst day of my life. It has come as a great disappointment to me when I found out that Draaven is not willing to cancel the wedding. I'd think this would be the perfect excuse to. "Hey….". I call out warmly as I lean forward and give each of them a short hug. They are dressed in outrageous outfits ranging from feather to fur. These people only seem to get worse each time I meet them. "... it's nice to see y'all again". I'm getting better at this lying thing. I make intentional efforts to keep the smile on my face as I walk further into the room with them."Of course, of course it is". Raya, who seems to be the head says. "We've worked so hard to ensure your dresses are finished within the given time frame. Are you excited to try them on?". She sounds so gleeful
I'm returning from my history class when I meet an omega standing by my room door. She's a meek thing and when she sees me approaching, she straightens dramatically and keeps her head bowed. I eye her suspiciously as I approach. Ever since the incident, it's safe to say I've been more than a little too cautious around everybody. As much of a hassle as it is, I insist on getting my water by myself and when I'm served dinner, I eat in little bites, half expecting some poison to kick in at any moment in time. It's sad that this is the reality I have to live now, in constant fear of my life. My head still aches from my encounter with Eva earlier in the day. I've told myself many times to ignore everything she said. She's just a brat who'd literally sell her heart out to get me out of the way after all…but…I can't. I can still see her mouthing the vile words, "A Luna by name….Some other woman occupies your man's heart and bed….". I've assured myself many times that I'm riled up only becaus
"When do you want us to start working on a baby?". I can't help it. The piece of food that had been sliding down my throat regurgitates back aggressively. I have to cover my mouth in a desperate attempt to restore grace as I cough. It takes a while but I collect myself eventually. I reach for the glass of water and take a generous sip. When I look back at Draaven, he's staring at me emptily, as if he can't understand why his question caught me off guard, as if it's perfectly normal to throw questions like that around. "What???". I ask in disbelief. "Children? What's bringing this about?". He leans back on his chair and stares at me like I'm stupid. "The pack needs an heir, does it not?". "Well yes it does but…. it's way too early to discuss things like that". "It is? And why do you think so? Because this seems like the perfect time to me". He raises one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. As he speaks I can see that he indeed sees absolutely nothing wrong with the situation or his que
The days go by in a blur and even more so now that I have something to look forward to. All too soon, it's one more week to the wedding. With each passing day in which it's not cancelled, I'm also learning to accept my fate. I don't know what miracle could happen at this point to be honest. But on the bright side, I get to see my family again. Everytime I think of them, my heart flutters in my throat. A day after our conversation, I was made to know that an invitation had been sent south to my mum and sister. It was at that point I considered the possibility of my father not allowing them come. But I know him. He wouldn't deprive me of that one piece of happiness in this desolate place I've found myself. The thought of seeing them again fills me with inexplicable happiness and even my outrageous lessons now seem more bearable.Today being the seventh day to the wedding is the day I meet the masses and receive gifts from them. I had been quite anxious when I was informed of this develo
My eyes drift open slowly and I realize the water has gone cold. Pushing up from the tub, I go under the shower and reach for the shampoo one more time, lathering my hair. This will be my third time washing up today and I still don't feel clean. I close my eyes and massage my scalp, the events of the day running through my mind in a loop for the umpteenth time. It still jolts me how an event went from 100 to 0 so quick. Embarrassed and covered in eggs, I had been more or less flown to the palanquin for shelter. As I glanced out the window as we began the journey back home, I had seen Trish anxiously talking to a gamma and right there behind her, standing where I left her was Eva, a barely concealed smirk on her face. That moment told me everything I already suspected.Regardless of everything, my heart still warms at the fact that majority of the people had actually been excited to see me. When I think of their cheers and excited faces, it reassures me that the situation isn't all tha
A low moan escapes my lips as he presses into me, his jutting erection butting against my inner thighs. His arms wrap tighter around my waist and he pulls me in closer, merging our bodies till I'm not sure where his stops and mine begins His velvety tongue slides into my mouth and I latch onto it greedily, desperate to get an even better taste of him. No man has had the kind of effect Draaven Ventura seems to have on me and I don't know how to feel about that.He pulls away, bringing down his head to drop the most gentle, feather light kisses along my body. I throw my head back as his lips make contact with my cheek first, then my jawline and down my neck. He darts his tongue across the sensitive skin and I feel myself shiver in response. The wetness pools in between my legs and in this moment, I just need him, consequences and all. I don't want to think about anything. He brushes his lips lightly against my shoulder and pulls on the sleeve of my robe gently, sliding it down. He part
Time passes by even faster now that the wedding is in sight. My days are filled with last minute activities, final fittings, adjustments, cake tastings and the likes such that by night, I'm too exhausted to spend much time thinking. When I do let my thoughts wander, I try to stay positive as I count the days, hours and minutes till my mum and sister arrive. After so long, the day is finally here. The day my family comes.I hop out of bed excitedly and rush to the mirror, peering at my face. Thankfully, it's not too swollen. Everything must go perfectly today, I can't afford to have anything ruin the day. Humming and skipping in my steps, I go to the bathroom, running a scalding hot water bath for myself. When that's done, I throw in my favorite bath bomb and add drops of my favorite oils before shrugging off my nightdress and slipping inside. My eyes close deliciously as the water welcomes me.Draaven hasn't communicated with me directly ever since the incident but he's sent different