Deluna Hansen.
I wear a shrill turquoise dress, and tennis shoes after putting my hair in a bun. As I reach the living room, Belvedere turns to me with his phone in hand, "You have a call."
A call? And whosoever the caller is decided to phone me on his mobile? Not like I have a mobile phone tho and I can definitely receive no call except from Zia or Damien. I try to put on a smile as I take his phone from him and put it near my ear.
"Hello." Turns out to be the first thing I'll say to the socalled caller.
"Luna," At the sound of his voice, I try not to flare up and yell at him over the phone. Not because of my mate, but because of his little brother's presence in the house.
"What do you want, Silas?" I bite my lip as I wait for his answer. Patience wearing out of me already.
"Can we talk, Luna. Somewhere. Anywhere. I promise I won't take much of your time, ju
Deluna Hansen."What do you want to talk about?" He asks, turning to face me when we reach the hallway. Talk about? What would I have to talk about with a murderer? I'm just going to make him answer my questions and then warn him. You should know what I mean by warning him, of course!"What should I address you as? Elio, my attempted murderer?" I stiffen a mocking laugh but he only gives me another of his hard stare again. Actually, glares. I let him continue glaring at me, only more harder and when it looks like his eyes are about to fall out of their sockets, I raise my hands in the air indicating my own surrender. Don't think I'll ever beg him to stop, but because I still need him in his whole self, " Stop the glares already, I give up." When his look softens a bit, I step forward and cross my arms at him, "Why do you hate me so much?" His brows crease at my question and he puts on his long look again, before rolling his eyes away from my face. Yeah, who the hell told him he should
Deluna Hansen."Good night, Luna." Evra shouts after me as I stride behind a grumpy Belvedere. You can bet buddy's barely said a word to me ever since he walked down with Elio. And I probably don't wanna think Elio told him I was trying to fuck him or something, nor do I feel the need to try to talk things out with him. To say I'm tired and strangely weak. Probably because my wolf haven't recovered fully yet. Betting it won't recover fully until the next full moon."Why didn't you tell me?"He finally speaks as I stride to the bed. I sigh and stop on my tracks, turning to him, "Tell you what?""Tell me about the poisoning." He knows? But deciding to play ignorant, I furrow my brows and cross my arms against my chest, "What poisoning?""You know what I'm talking about, Luna, stop pretending you don't. Elio once poisoned you with wolfsbane and I heard every of your conversation with him. I saw the blood and claws signs on his skin too." Now he has me wondering whose side he's on. But I c
Deluna Hansen.The next morning, I wake up late, tired, sluggish, heavy and feeling as hungry as a monster can. When I try getting out of bed, I feel a strange pang of pain on my ribs and an alarming headache. Sick? Now, that's even more weird. I manage to get out of bed and get into the bathroom. But only the more time I spend on my feet in the shower cubicle, the more the headache seems to grow and the more I feel weak and not myself. Never ever have I felt this way since I became smart and wise. Even the day the pack got attacked and when I got captured by Caleb. This is totally strange and too unbelievable. Only that it is real. After rushing through the rest of my cleansing process in the bathroom, I grab a towel and stagger out, my own body becoming too heavy for my legs. My breathing gradually becomes ragged and too unstable."Luna," I hear when I finally reach the room and in no minute, he's before me, "Are you okay?" I shake my head at his question, indicating no. I can't lie
Deluna Hansen."Well, well, well, if it isn't the same slut." Antoinette laughs when she catches me watching them and only adjusts herself to sit on him, better. I fight my wolf and decide to act rather cool and be reserved. So I roll my eyes and it has to sight where she holds him, making the creature in me more angry. " You know, I didn't think you'd still be forcing yourself on him to even stalk him all the way here. Probably he's just keeping your asses in case he's in need of an urgent care or because he likes the sex. " Really? Keeping my asses only in case he's in need of an urgent care? Now, that's past ignoring." Or probably he's just going with you because he has to, not because he wants to. And I never asked you not to learn how to give the best of your pussy to your fiance. "I snort and she bites her bottom lip, not caring to hide those clenched fists. And although I can see the amused look on his face, I still decide to ignore him." You're such a bitch! " She yells, lo
Deluna Hansen."Leave me alone, Silas. I'm not in the mood of talking things out or reuniting. Just let me be." I demand, planking myself on the stool again and he sighs."I'm not talking about apologizing or reuniting. We have something far more important and urgent to talk about.""And what should that be about?" I ask, crossing my legs at him, and waiting for his reply, " Belvedere Ricci,"" That's my mate."I point out and he nods as if to tell me he knows, "I know and I have to tell you things about him that you don't know," Like he has some fucking fiancee? Or he's a business man? Or he's human? What the hell does he knows and I don't about my mate. He's mine, not his."And you think it's necessary?""Necessary for you not to be in danger." And what's that supposed to mean?" Follow me and I'll tell you everything I know." And why should I trust you enough to follow you after eleven years?" I pro
Deluna Hansen.It happens again. That nightmare haunting me, appearing just as real as it can. The feeling that comes from it, won't leave me. And even if I'm aware it's all a dream, it feels real again and I'm unable to get out from it. To stop everything from happening. When I'm able to snap my eyes open, I gasp and skitter where I lay, terrified as fuck. I finally manage to contain my emotions and try to appear okay, while trying to guess where I am. I clearly remember all that happened from going out of the house angrily, kissing that man, talking to Silas and then conking. Am I being abducted by some human or some other creature? I listen to the indistinct whispering that travels across the room and tense. Now, this is now creepier and scary. I sit up with all cautiousness in me. White walls and footboards. Lighted candles all around the room. Burning sage. White images with white frames hanging here and there, and crosses hangs in every corners of the room. Lady dressed in flowi
Deluna Hansen. "Your mate grew up to feature the characteristics of a demon and a dragon, proving the prophecy before his birth to be true. Although no one really knows the source of his power or about his link with a dragon or the origination of the existence of the creature in him, there are rumours that Sage's lineage is linked to the original dragon. But it can be said that only Adal knows the real source of his power. And it can also be said that Sage anticipated the growth of his son when he came back after few years and resumed as Adal's class teacher till he clocked sixteen and Sarai found out that Sage had been giving her son private lessons and that the little boy already knew his real father. The big battle began when Sarai tried to stop him from seeing his son and when he started aiming at introducing his seed to his legion as his heir. Sarai however tried everything in her power to protect her twins and husband from Sage's threat despite being in her second pregnancy. Th
Deluna Hansen.When I open my eyes, everything feels better. The bright morning sun baths my lid, telling me it's morning already, adding to my own annoyance. Maybe I actually wished not to get out of that darkness. It felt better being lost in there than being lost in a reality that looks impossible and a reality that turned my nightmare. And I feel even more relaxed and alive but I'd be joking to tell myself I'm more alive or relax, there's no doubt that I would still swoon sooner. And it's no miracle that I remember everything that happened last night from Antoinette's attacking me, to her confession and to his unholy appearance. Then the pain and passing out. Just the same thing. Same fucking thing. But I perceive something... That unfamiliar smell of magenta lilac and some other flower I can't guess, staying somewhere near. Love and passion? I open my eyes again and sit up on where I lay. The first person I see his Belvedere Adalfieri Angelo Ricci snoring away softly at the bedsi