Chapter 7: I hate you

Davina's POV

The next day, I didn't eat the breakfast I was given, and I was grateful Lucien didn't force me out to join him. Looking at him for so long makes me sick.

But by afternoon, I was hungry. I never had the appetite for food nowadays, but I needed to stay alive, so I made myself a simple lunch.

The living room seem to be empty, so I made my way to the dining table.

The house was still the same, but it felt so much different now. Maybe I was the only one feeling that way, because most of the people I had come across seemed to be happy. Now I could not help but think that they all knew something that I didn't. I still had no idea what my father did, but I intended to find out now.

"Hello, Princess. You seem to be lost."

I looked up, and a frown instantly formed in my face when I saw Rowan. He casually pulled out a chair for himself and sat down across from me. He had never been truly mean to me, but he was still among the people that dragged my father out to be killed on my wedding day.

"Davina." I corrected, even though he had always called me 'Princess'.

"My apologies. Davina."

I gave no reaction at all, so he continued.

"I have been meaning to talk to you."

I felt my heart race. I didn't want to talk to him, or even be close to him at all, but what if he was willing to tell me about my father.

"About what?" My voice came out bitter than I intended.

He gave me a gentle smile, as if he was trying to put me at ease. "I am sorry you had to see that."

I swallowed. He was not sorry for my father's death, or Lucien usurping and taking over. He was only sorry that I had to see.

"You are innocent and you didn't deserve to be dragged in the middle of all this." He continued.

I scoffed. "Isn't this talk coming a little too late?"

His gaze softened into something that reminded me of who he was before my father's death. "I just want you to know that you are not alone. You can come to me if you need anything. Someone to talk you, someone to help you get things..."

"Because I am not allowed to go out?"

"Davina..."

"The only thing I want to hear is what my father did. It seems as if the whole pack is aware, except me."

He shook his head slowly. "That is not my story to tell, Davina."

I fought the need to roll my eyes. "I guess it's Lucien's story to tell."

His silence told me what I needed to know.

If it was only up to Lucien, I would not find out then. I could not stand a second in his presence. Him telling me a whole story would kill me.

"And what story do you want Lucien to tell you?"

I stiffened as I heard the familiar voice behind me. Lucien was here, and he probably heard some of the things we said.

"Is there something you would like to ask me, Davina?"

I got up, wanting to leave.

"Sit back down." A command. It was as if he knew I would obey. He had everyone under his control now.

Reluctantly, I obeyed.

"I think your little chat with Rowan is over."

Rowan stood up, knowing that he had been dismissed, and I could not help the anger that bubbled up in my chest.

"You probably feel like you own me right? You think you can just walk in and dismiss the person I am talking to?"

Lucien stood unfazed, his hands folded across his chest. "I do own you." The words came out with a calm finality that made my skin crawl. "You live and you die according to my will."

I pushed my chair back, rising on my feet. "I am no one's possession."

He stepped closer like a predator, pushing my chair back. I turned to face him and he caged me between his body and the table. My breath hitched. He knew what he was doing. He knew how much his proximity used to affect me, and he was using that against me.

He was unfair. So so unfair.

"But you are." He was completely in my space now, and my heart began a marathon for all the wrong reasons. "Everything Gideon Carson owned is mine now. His title, his lands, his pack..." He leaned in, his nose almost brushing the side of my face. "...his daughter."

My chest tightened, the weight of his voice and everything it reminded me of hit something deep within me. I hated this man so fucking much.

I pushed him away so I could breathe the air that wasn't tainted my his presence. But that seemed impossible, because Lucien was everywhere all at once.

"I hate you."

Lucien laugh made me shiver. "You told me you loved me. What am I supposed to believe now, Little Rose."

I felt like he just stabbed me somewhere painful and twisted the knife.

"Fuck off." I yelled, poking his chest and pushing him away. "Get out. Let me grieve at least. Fuck you."

"You can grieve all you want, but don't pretend like you know the man."

That seemed like a slap on the face.

"You have no right to tell me what I do and what I do not know about my own father."

He rolled his eyes like there was somewhere else he'd rather be. "I am sure you will not be here, desperate for answers if you know him half as much as you claim. But go on."

He moved a back now, finally giving me space, and I could not be more grateful for it.

"I came here for something else though."

The way he said it told me that I would not like the next thing that would come out of his mouth. But I stayed, and I listened.

"I am asked to take a Luna." The way his gaze held mine made my stomach churn. It could not be what I was thinking right? "And I can't seem to think of any other person. So I am going to make you Luna. You should be grateful."

The way my palm flew to his face was unplanned. "How dare you?"

"That didn't hurt me."

It was an effort to stop myself from spitting in his face. "It will haunt you."

I didn't wait for him to speak. I just turned on my heel quickly and walked out.