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48. Fear of the future
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Rejected to be His Luna 49. Torn petals
[Zeve’s POV] “Nothing, that’s a political matter. But how is it even possible, Zeve? How can someone control non-living things like that?” I was shocked too, but not from the fact of magic actually existing. But from the fact that it existed in someone else, too. Strange things had happened all around me ever since I was a kid. And that was the main reason people didn’t come near me. But what scared me more was — what would Amor do if he came to know that magic was all around me as well? Even though it was not as obvious as Mayavi’s, yet it happened several times when my emotions went out of control. Like burning that dress in the royal inn, then Amor’s sword swimming in my hand in that lake and then me teleporting on the rooftop when I jumped from it. He seemed to have not noticed those events, and I was grateful. There were so many questions, emotions, feeling all surging like a tsunami within me, but the person standing in front of me was falling apart because of his failure a
Rejected to be His Luna 50. Worried about you
[Zeve’s POV] But before leaving… “Excuse me,” I asked a lady who was churning the medicines in mortar and pestle. “Is there some medicine for deep bite wounds and bruises?” “For Alpha, right?” She asked, and I nodded once. She removed the leaf from the yellow ointment stored in a wooden bowl. She gave it to me. Maybe they had already prepared the medicine for Amor, but no one could actually muster the courage to tell him that. From a political point of view, Amor’s life was much more important than Venus and Zahir. But from Amor’s point of view, their lives were more important than his own. But the truth couldn’t change. Amor’s life was the most important for the werewolf kind because he was the only alpha in history who could create a monolithic pack. When he said he believed he could change the world, I understood he was trying to do something that could actually change the world. The proves were all his achievements in such a short period. “Thank you,” I said with a slight b
Rejected to be His Luna 51. His invisible air
[Zeve’s POV] “I meant emotional strength.” I blurted out, sensing danger in his tone. Now that I had already dug my grave, I would rather dig it deeper. “You are just bottling up, pretending you are fine when you are dying inside. Not letting people come close to you when you are at your lowest because you are afraid to ask for help when you need it. To ask for a hand when you can’t walk…” “Will you… come close to me? Will you… hold my hand when I can’t walk?” He asked. For a second, I forgot to breathe. “Do you think I need you?” He let out a pitiful laughter. I frowned. “Of course, you don’t need me.” “So stop lecturing me,” he said. “You are just… scared. Scared that when people see your vulnerable side, they might hurt you more. They will. But not everyone comes into your life to hurt you. Some come to heal you. You think I will hurt you, right? What way?” I shrugged. I was going to be murdered soon. Goodbye world. “I have told this to you before too and I will say it ag
Rejected to be His Luna 52. Feverish tension
[Zeve’s POV] “How childish!” He scoffed. “You have a better idea?” I raised my brows, giving him a dominance smile. He rolled his eyes, then peered into my eyes. “One. Two. Three…” He started counting my eyelashes. Controlling my smile, I grabbed the opportunity and carefully applied the ointment over his wounds while he counted my eyelashes. I dropped my eyelids to attend to his wounds on his abdomen. It was an odd atmosphere around us with his face so close to mine. But I was happy it worked. He was clearly enduring most of the pain, but he was doing it while being distracted this time. A strand of my hair slid over my eyes. He left my arm. His fingers grazed my cheeks as he tucked my free strand behind my ear. “Thirty-six… thirty-seven…” he leaned closer to me and I did my best to not react to his husky whispers. I glanced at his lips. He had some blood smeared at the corner of his lips. I bit my lower lips. I had been breathing slowly to stop my breaths from colliding with
Rejected to be His Luna 53. Getting on my nerves
[Amor’s POV] “Seventy-five and one hundred and fifteen.” I laid on the mattress on my back. I smiled. Her nervously flickering eyes. Her controlled breaths and her… scent. I gulped, clearing my throat. Her face was crystal clear in my mind, as if she was sitting right next to me. Drawing her eyes with my finger in the air, I reminded myself once again of how perfect they were. “Seventy-five eyelashes on her lower eyelids and one hundred and fifteen on her upper eyelids. Not one less or more in her eyes. Just perfect.” I sighed, closing my eyes and sprawling on the mattress. “She is air. I can’t see her yet… I can’t forget her eyes, her lips and… her face. Her conspicuous eyelashes, her sweet breaths parting her lips and her calming scent.” I chuckled. “Ah!” My wounds were still hurting, my veins were throbbing under my skin. The temperature of my complete body had increased because of the inflammation around those wounds. The pain hadn’t decreased by any measure, yet after
Rejected to be His Luna 54. Your clothes
[Amor’s POV] Zeve was dressed in a fern green lehenga that flowed from her hips to the ground. She wore a sleeveless crop top. It was backless with straps holding it on her body. A small strip around her waist and string across her scapula kept the crop top from exposing her breasts more than it already was, while the rest of her body was exposed. Her back, her waist, her neck, her abdomen. I could see her ribs below the top. A fern green net dupatta, a very long piece of cloth with thread work and embroidery, flowed till her ankles from her shoulder. Seeing her dressed in the traditional clothes of that village, I lost track of time and the intensity of concentration I was having on her. I gulped down the steam building in my body. I wasn’t able to comprehend anything at all. It was as if someone was pouring boiling water in my chest and something unknown was overwhelming me. The old lady I asked to take care of Zeve was standing beside her. They were talking about something
Rejected to be His Luna 55. Wake up, man
[Amor’s POV] “Two days?” I was never connected to Zahir or Venus on a deep level. I didn’t even consider them as friends, but they were important to her. That, besides my guilt, added up to actually worrying about them as if they were a part of my family. All the wrong they did to us, all the lies they told us, was forgiven from my side because they had a reason, a very important reason behind it all. Hearing Zahir had only two days to decide whether he would live or die made me feel really uncomfortable in my guts. Should I send a letter to Lucella or mind-link and call her here? I thought, but it was completely impractical because that would take over two days. “Do everything to save him. Don’t worry about money or anything else. Get all the medicine, herbs you need to treat him. He has to stay alive,” I told the doctor. He bowed. “I am using my experience and knowledge of more than a hundred years to heal him, alpha. If by tonight the blueness in his legs disappear, we woul
Rejected to be His Luna 56. Dying love
[Zeve’s POV] I can’t express in words how I felt seeing Venus smile again, even though it was faltering and filled with pain. I can’t explain how beautiful Venus looked holding Polaris. Can’t explain the tsunami of conflicting emotions hitting me with every thought. How do I inform her about Zahir’s condition? How do I break it to her that she can never become a mother again? Was there a less painful way to open the aftermath of such a tremendous storm in her life? I had never felt that helpless. What would my words do to her smile when she heard the excruciating truth? “Zeve, thank you so much for protecting my son…” Venus said in a dawdling voice. She hadn’t stopped crying since the moment she woke up. I knew those tears were of happiness from the reunion with her son. But beyond the two curtains between her and Zahir was the reality scarier than this beautiful daydream. I peered at the curtains slowly moving from the winds entering the hall through the windows. I dropped m
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