Chapter 8: First attempt

Lucien's POV

Even after I had entered my bedroom, I still held my face where Davina had left her palm print, the memory playing over and over like a broken disc.

It was not just the slap, it was the overall attitude that came with it. Maybe it was the pure adulterated hatred I saw in her eyes.

I didn't want to tell her that nonsense about being my Luna. Hell, I didn't want her as my Luna.

But the moment I entered the room and saw her talking to Rowan, not shouting or glaring or threatening to kill— actually talking— something tightened inside of me. I said that to punish her because I knew how much she hated me.

The next day came and I did not see her. She was probably staying out of my way, and I did not want to ask of her even though I was tempted to do so. Another day passed, then the third day. I had to check if she was still alive. Though I knew she was. If she died, I would feel it through the pack bond.

I shoved back my ego and walked to her room. I knocked once and I got no response. But I knew she was in there. Her rich scent of jasmine and lavender filled my nose, and I tried to block off the calming effects.

Pushing the door open, I entered. I met her on the bed, her gaze already on the door, glaring at whoever was behind it before I even stepped in. Unlike me, she could not smell me until she sees me. She didn't have a wolf yet.

Her eyes assessed me carefully, as if she was searching for a secret weapon.

I would admit, it was difficult to watch her go from that sweet person that always craved my presence, to this cold version of her that seem to distrust and despise my very being.

"What are you doing in my room?" She asked, as if to confirm, when she couldn't find anything in my hand.

"I don't need a weapon to kill you, Davina, if that is what you're afraid of."

Her gaze narrowed, her eyes still suspicious. "If you are not here to kill me, what are you here for then?"

"I think I miss you." I meant that as sarcasm, but coming out of my lips, it felt like there was a truth to it. I refused to acknowledge that.

Davina was the daughter of Gideon Carson, the man that destroyed me in ways crueler than anyone deserved.

"I think you should get out."

Maybe I should. But I stepped forward instead, and her heart rate spiked. She raised the blankets to herself as of it would save her if I wanted to hurt her.

I took a good look at Davina, wondering what I was going to do with her. Kane suggested that I just kill her and be done with it, but that was not even in the options.

Davina sprang up suddenly, holding a dagger out. "If you dare come any closer, I will plant this in your chest and make sure you don't survive it."

The feistiness took me by surprise. It was something I had not seen before, and a smile curved my lips. It made me wonder what she had been busy doing.

"If you want to go for the kill, you should at least learn how to hold the dagger correctly. You can easily be disarmed this way." With a little movement and twist of hand from me, I took the dagger from her. "See what I mean?"

She shot me a glare that could melt the Titanic iceberg. Maybe she thought it would distract me from the way her cheeks flamed in embarrassment.

There it was. The Davina I knew.

"Give me the dagger." She demanded, while I just played with it, rolling it in my hand.

"And it was unwise for you to aim at my throat. I am too tall for you." I played with the sharp blade, and that seemed to make her wince, and I outrightly rolled my eyes. "You want to kill me, but you are scared that the knife might cut me?"

"Some of us are not heartless." She murmured, and I smiled. Pretending that those words didn't have the same effect as this dagger pushed into my chest.

"So do you want me dead or not?"

"I will kill you." She sounded so certain.

"Get another dagger. This one is too heavy for your body type."

"I didn't ask you to give me dagger lessons. I said you should leave my room." She pointed towards the door, and for some reason, leaving this room didn't seem like what I was looking forward to anymore.

"Give me the dagger."

I ignored that. "Makes me think, do you always sleep with a dagger next to you?" When she didn't answer, I continued. "And you didn't even wait to expose that secret to your enemy. Are you even sure you are serious about killing me?"

Davina clenched her jaw. "You will know the answer to that when I finally end you."

I refrained from rolling my eyes. "You talk bold for someone whose hand trembles from holding a dagger."

"I am trembling because I can't stand you."

Ouch.

"This is your first attempt of trying to kill me, Little Rose. If I am to rate your performance by percentage, you get a three. A three over hundred."

Mortification and anger flamed her face.

"I expect better next time. Get smarter, do something creative."

"Fucking bastard." She murmured.

"That's a strange way to pronounce Alpha."

Davina's face morphed into something else. Something cold, and totally different from the girl she had always been. "You are not, and you will never be my Alpha."

The words felt heavy, they hung in the air, creating a tension sharp enough to cut.

"We will see about that."

I turned around to leave.

"My dagger." Davina demanded.

"It is mine now. I earned it."

With that, I stepped out of her room.