"My lady?" I didn't wait for Runa to say anything else, before I slammed the door shut in her face, and pressed my back against the door. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribcage, it was all I could hear for a while. "My lady, are you alright?" Her sympathy filled tone reached my ears from the other side, and I suddenly felt guilty for making her so worried about me. I turned back to the door and pressed my face to it, as I said. "I'm fine, really. Please go to bed Runa. Damien isn't here." "But—""That's a Luna's order. Sleep well." I countered immediately. I didn't move an inch from the door, until I heard her receding food steps as she left the door. Then with a heavy sigh, and my hand still clutching my chest, I pushed myself off the door. "So Damien is the one who did this to you." The sound of that dark and threatening voice caused me to almost jump out of my sk
We pulled apart at the same time, nearly bumping our heads against each other, before I remembered what had made us pull apart. The door. Someone was at the door. Axel was the first to stand up, probably about to disappear again, but something that felt achingly like fear wrapped around my throat. Before I could stop myself from doing something I would regret terribly, I reached out a hand towards him. He froze, and his eyes met mine with a confused look. No matter how much I wanted to—needed to tell myself that I didn't need him here, I still felt a little scared. What if it was Damien at the door? I wouldn't be able to stop him, and I didn't think there was anyone in this palace that would manage to stop him either. That was the only reason I was still clinging to Axel like someone who feared for her life. B
The hand on my chin turned painful and I pulled my face away from his hold. "I've said it's nothing to concern yourself about. What are you even doing here?" I strode away from him, and out of the moonlight view, so he couldn't see whatever he was seeing on my face. He followed closely behind me, and I set myself down on my guy bed, before turning away from him. If he couldn't see me, then he wouldn't know how his words had affected me. Why did he care who had bruised me? What was he even doing here? He didn't care for me, and he didn't need to pretend any longer, because he couldn't even use me to kill Damien. I had thrown that away, because my mate loved me—or at least I thought he did. I hugged myself tighter. Someone who loved me wouldn't do what he had done to me. "It concerns me if someone tried to hurt you, my lady." Axel was quicker with his reply this time.
Axel looked like he was going to try and catch me, but he didn't. I shot a glare at him, before walking toward the middle of my room, all but pretending like he wasn't even there. Maybe if I huffed hard enough, and pretended I couldn't see him, he would take the hint and go. The room was cold though. With every step I took, an involuntary shudder shook through me, and staying in just my bath robe was growing increasingly hard. Yet, what infuriated me the most was the way he just watched me in silence. Why wouldn't he just say what he had to say and leave? The longer I stood in the cold, the worse my mood became. I didn't want him to see me as I broke down. And I knew I would break down. Everything in this room reminded me of what had happened outside, where no one would be none the wiser. I hugged my arms around myself as a sniffle tore out of me. I would not cry. I couldn't
No.Ice cold fear froze the blood in my veins, and the scream didn't even make it past my clogged throat. I clutched at the side of the hug tub, I was lounging in, feeling panic ridden. The figure stepped out from the darkest part of my wash room, and allowed the light to briefly drape over him, before he stepped back in. Recognition closely followed by horror immediately hit me like a wagon as I realized just who was standing there. A dark lone figure in my private wash room, simply watching me. I wrapped my arms around my neck, even though the rest of my body was submerged in water. What was he doing here? The words I wanted to say died in my throat, and I could into stare at him in mortification. "What are you doing here?" I asked, slowly. That seemed to be the pattern whenever I saw him—I would wonder how he had gotten close enough to me inside the palace, and he would br
My whole body was shaking all over, and I couldn't exactly tell if it was from rage or despair. I hated Damien. Maybe this was why my inner wolf couldn't even stand being in his presence anymore. He was a mindless monster, and his apology? All of it was garbage. Just worthless garbage to keep me in his hold. I had been a fool to fall for it, and now I was paying the price. A panicked cry tore out of my lady in waiting as she tried to close the distance between us. "My alpha? My lady?" Her tone was still questioning, like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. If I wasn't standing before her in a torn garment, and probably a bloody lower lip from the slap Damien had given me, I wouldn't have believed it too. My own mate had tried to take advantage of me. It didn't matter that I was supposed to belong to him alone, or that he was fated to me by the goddesses. He'd clearly m