Chapter 0004

Seraphina POV

I walked out of the Palace without getting questions from my parents who were seated in the living room, nor the members of the pack who seemed to care less.

Why should I care?

I wanted to forget everything that happened around me, at least for the moment.

And not sulk over a man who was with the woman of his dreams, or my pack and members who don't seem to care about me.

A shoulder to cry on was needed, too.

But it could wait until I was high on alcohol and felt a tad bit better.

I walked to the main gate of the pack and I walked out after the guards bowed.

I walked down the estate, wondering how long it would take me to get to my destination since it was hard to find a cab.

Although, it is different for those who own a car, like Father and Mother.

But what can I do?

I can't possibly ask them for their car, not with the way things are unfolding between us.

I could now see cars.

I heaved a sigh and stopped walking, struggling to catch my breath before proceeding with the journey.

Was there a need to get a cab, when my legs could do the job of finding a bar? I asked myself and changed my mind, walking the distance as I looked left and right to be certain I did not approach a bar.

I began another round of walking, walking a distance.

It would be a different thing if I knew where I was headed, but there was not a slight idea of where I was going that existed in my head.

Most of the time, I came across an eatery and the urge to stop by and eat engulfed me. However, I shrugged my thoughts away and continued with my journey.

What can food do to me if not make me feel worse? My thoughts went back to Lucius who must have fucked with Helena the night before.

What if they had sex before the day of my rejection?

I stopped walking, my hands on my waist.

It was obvious that I didn't care about what people thought of me, but more about what went on with Lucius.

Come to think of it, he has claimed to love me since we started as lovers.

What happened?

What went on with his feelings for me?

Helena!

That bitch!

She must have done something to make him change his mind.

The woman was my maid for crying out loud!

How did all of these happen, eventually? I began my walk down the road, and although I was lost in my thoughts I managed to walk down and think less even when the ideas came in bulk.

Why did I not think of these all this while? I admired a new path that did not exist the last time I was in Houston.

It must have been constructed after I left the City for Lucius's pack.

“No!” I cried out.

Why did everything I think about, bring me back to Lucius?

Can't I stop thinking about him?

It was time to cross to the other side of the lane, and I stopped my movement, confronting the main road of Houston City.

In the process of reaching the other side, a thought came into my head: what if Helena is pregnant with the Alpha's baby already?

I stopped walking to the other end of the road, with thoughts that I had reached, or I had not started the walk at all.

Just then, a hand grabbed me and I heard the honk of a car's horn.

“What are you doing?” Someone yelled at me.

“She's probably tired of living,” a woman said. “She could die for all we care. Ain't my daughter or sibling.”

What just happened?

I gazed at the owner of the hand that snatched me, then at the woman who spoke. There was a look of hate on her countenance and I realized what just happened.

I was almost hit by a car, due to over-thinking and walking in the center of the road at the same time.

“Are you okay?” The man asked.

Lost in a world of my own, I raised my gaze to meet with him once again and nodded. “I am fine.”

“Come with me.”

Now was the right time to refuse to go with him, but I couldn't.

He was my saviour, and who knows what would happen if he didn't show up at that time?

Where was he taking me?

“Where did you mean to go?” He asked in the course of our walk to heaven-knows-where.

“A bar,” I replied. This time, I appear to have gotten a hold of myself and my sentiments. “I was headed to one of the bars in the City, so I can drink to my satisfaction.”

“Are you okay?” He asked.

I shook my head. “I just want to die.”

He should have let me die. “Why did you save me back there?”

“You don't mean it, do you?” He scoffed.

“Was I supposed to purposely let harm befall you when there was something I could do?” His tone was like that of someone who was hurt, and this made me realize I should not have talked to him in that manner.

“I am sorry.”

“What you need is food,” he ignored my sentence and changed directions. Then, I sighted one of the many eateries in the City. “Good food. Bills on me.”

I didn't bulge.

His company would help me not to think about the man who almost caused my death moments ago, and with my hand still in his—we walked into a large hall where people were seated and eating.

After a plate of food with the strange man, I heaved a sigh.

“Thank you,” I greeted, smiling genuinely for the first time in a long while. “I appreciate the gesture, kind sir.”

“What happened to you?”

I spilled everything at this point.

All these while, I needed someone to talk to—someone to lean on while I cried, but there was none.

Well, one came by and I didn't waste such a precious opportunity by not telling my story.

In the course of explaining my predicament, I chipped in the part where my parents have made a vow to have nothing to do with me anymore.

“This is pathetic,” he said when I was done. “The man—whoever he is, doesn't deserve you as the Luna of his pack.”

“I thought as much.” I sniffed.

“What is your name?” He then asked.

“My name is—” I sniffed again. “I'm sorry, my name is Seraphina.”

“Seraphina,” he repeated with a nod. “You should worry less about your parents. I'd talk to them on your behalf. Come take me with you to the palace.”

I glanced up, a hint of joyfulness scattered around my face. “What is your name, kind sir?”

“Rune.” He answered.