Two

LAURA

Having spent some time in the garden, mourning Gova and consoling Rhett who proposed to her before her painful exit.

Gova is my best friend and she died saving me from a dangerous attack an enemy had tried to set up for me.

I decided to visit Killian’s chambers, where I was meant to be as his Luna, but you know, there are laws that permit the Lycan king to have his own chamber, while his Luna remains glued to hers, but there are no laws that stops the Luna from paying the king an impromptu visit.

Truth be told, I had nothing in stock for Killian. He only picked me up in my greatest moment of shame, and I heeded to his call without saying a word.

But despite the fact that he was never what I wanted, and the hatred I had of recent, developed for his twin brother, had in a way found its way to him, I knew I had to play his Luna, and that was what I was doing.

Being his damn Luna.

I walked through the long walkway, passing by omegas who bow their heads to greet me, and returning their greetings as well, but getting to his chamber, I was curious when I saw guards standing at the first entrance.

“Good morning, your majesty.” They greeted with an uneasy look on their clenched faces.

To the anxiety on their face, I reacted quite harsher than I ever did.

“Out of the way.”

The guards parted at the sound of my command, and I used the entrance, but getting to the second entrance, I saw none of the guards that used to be at that post.

Something seemed to be wrong somewhere.

Wait.

I sensed danger. So, I tiptoed.

Maybe Ricky was back. Maybe there was a secret coup.

Who knows?

I walked past the second entrance, but getting to the third, which leads to the Lycan king’s main chamber, I met guards who were ready to confront whoever dared to trespass their post without the king’s permission, but seeing me, they seemed to gasp.

“Good morning, ma’am.” They echoed.

Well, I don’t blame them for the look on their face.

I was supposed to be in my chamber, mourning my friend, Gova.

I walked past them without saying a word, and made it into the king’s chamber, only to be welcomed with the terrible moaning of two omegas and the so-called Lycan king.

I covered my mouth with my two hands at the horrible sight, and gently, I backed away from the chamber.

Killian was the same with his devil of a brother. In fact, they are both devils from the same womb.

The hate I have for the both of them doubled with the disgusting sight, repeating in my unseen mind.

I strutted off the chamber, but I had no other place to go, if not the garden where my best friend was buried.

In those days, when our friendship was blooming rapidly, she had always been the one who heard me out and understood me better than anyone else.

My own chamber was not even in the list, it was just the garden where her ashes and her bones were buried.

I ran, I trotted, I did everything possible to whisk myself off from the king’s chamber, but tears did not thread down my cheeks like it should have done if I had feelings for Killian.

He was just a stranger, and the brother of the man that rejected me when I was hoping to be honored the most, and he had just proved he was a git.

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Running back to the garden, I bumped into Rhett.

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Rhett was heading to the garden with a diary when I bumped into him, both of us clashing into the bed of flowers in the garden, but it wasn’t a pleasant experience, because his head landed on a smooth rock that tore a skin on his head and caused blood to drift out of his head.

“Oh! Rhett!”

I couldn’t help the shock that wrenched my heart.

What have I done?

His hands gripped his wound as he winced painfully.

“Laura, what’s chasing you?”

His question came through clenched teeth.

I felt the tears that never were well up in my eyes, but I dabbed it the very moment a thread of it drifted out of my eye.

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I wasn’t a healer, or a member of the retinue of physicians in Zion pack, but I knew how to clean wounds and fix them, especially minor head wounds like the one Rhett sustained in the garden when I crashed into him.

My hand worked gently on the wound, with wool and spirit, cleaning the blood clot to reveal the wound which I would mask with a bandage.

“So, Laura, what was chasing you?” Rhett seemed to be so concerned with me, but I was not willing to tell him that Killian was flirting.

“Nothing.” I said and dropped the used wools in the disk I had fetched for the treatment.

“Come on, Laura, what happened?” he insisted, but he didn’t bother to spun to see my face while he ditched out his query.

I paused, and inhaled as though I wanted to say something, but I continued without saying anything.

I wanted to keep what I saw to myself.

“Has Killian started being promiscuous?”

This was the cruelest question I’d been asked all my life.

But Rhett seemed to have a clue of what Killian was capable of doing, and he was ready to spill it out as though it was nothing.

I scuffed.

“What exactly do you know about Killian?” I asked, as if I didn’t know that he was Killian's cousin, though Killian was said to have been missing for years, and that meant they might not know him well.

“From my little research, I learnt that he was a super freak and a pretty git, who would mess with any available pussy.”

I had bandaged his wound, and having realized that I was through with his wound, he stood up.

“Accepting that mad stranger is the greatest mistake you’ve ever made.”