Reality

My eyes had gone close by themselves, I couldn't believe how close that was, I looked up to see the person that had evidently saved me from that embarrassing fall and then my eyes were blessed with one of the most handsome werewolves that I've ever seen in my entire life. It was a miracle that my mouth didn't fall agape

 He was a whole piece of art, like he had just walked out from a Leonardo Da Vincci painting, the features of his face seemed to perfect, like it had to be from a great artist brush, as if that was not good enough, he gently helped me off to my feet as I thanked him profusely but he didn't respond with anything more than a nod and his face was completely expressionless so much so that I could not tell if he was upset that I had fallen in his way and he had to grab me and I was suddenly feeling self-conscious about myself but still thankful then his eyes came over to my husband and said in a monotone voice that was low and deep and velvety. Yet filled with so much command.

 This was the Lycan King, I had heard so much about him but I've never really gotten the chance to see him in person and knowing that he had just saved me from such an embarrassing fall made me a little giddy.

  "Are we going to begin the conference now or do you need a little time to sort out your family *issues*...?"

 I saw my husband's face become instantly red with embarrassment as if he had fallen on his face instead of me or as if he had been slapped. He shot me a death glare for a while before responding and if I was bold, I would have told him that I wasn't the course of his fragile ego but I wouldn't dare.

 "There are no issues at all, please do not worry we were simply just joking with each other so of course we can begin the conference now…"

 The Lycan King give my husband a long-drawn-out look even though without any expression it looks as if he was suspicious of the words that he had said but then decided not to question It for reasons best known to him as he turned around and said fine leading the conference.

 By the time he was out of earshot I heard my husband saying to my nasty sister that he was going to help her fully vent out her anger on me but at another time, and the fact that he was saying that when I was close enough to hear him made my heart pang with pain, I knew that it was over for me but I decided to ignore it and put on my best show for the guests.

 After saying that to my sister he then walked over to me and grabbed my hand and pulling it with almost enough force to separate it from the rest of my body and hissed;"Let's go," I followed trying to stay on my feet.

 As we were heading to the venue for the conference, everyone seemed to be talking about the Lycan King and unconsciously my ears began to listen and I could feel my curiosity driving me to listen the more and to a point my ears were filled with information about the Lycan King and so I took my attention from Leon who wasn't even glancing at me I noticed that he was looking at Zoey and from time to time their eyes would meet.

The urge to throw up found it's way around me.

 I couldn't bear to see it, I moved my gaze away from then and I invested my attention in the one that they called Scar.

 "Do you know that he's the youngest Lycan King in history?!"

 I heard someone say and many people gasped after he said that.

 "How can someone so young handle the duties of a Lycan King? He must really be one of a kind!"

 "Oh I wish that the moon goddess had made me his fated mate that will make me the happiest woman on Earth!"

 I heard somebody helplessly swoon as if she was going to faint if Scar even looked at her and then the people around her instantly began to laugh.

“Look at those arms, I just want to run my hands through them, I'll be the luckiest woman on earth if I could”

 "Don't get your hopes up too high," a man with a mature voice said.

"There is a reason why he hasn't found his mate till now you know that Lycans are different from other wolves like ourselves, they don't have fated mates rather they choose who they are going to lov-"

 The matured sounding man was not even done talking when a woman cut him to his words.

 "I don't know who told you that but I heard very differently…"

"Oh what did you hear?" The man replied with a bit of mockery in his voice and then the slight hint of annoyance that his words had been cut short.

"Well if you must know I heard that they are actually gifted fitted mates but it's just so rare and precious doesn't that just make your heart melt?"

 I realised that I had been paying too much attention to the crowd and their conversation when my husband's fingers landed on my wrist and he pulled me till I was walking at the same pace as him.

 "Can you just behave yourself?" He said in mind link, his finger sinking into my wrist like needles. I was sure my wrist was going to be red if he let go.

"You are such a pain I can't stand you,"

What had I done wrong this time? He was just exhausting to listen to, this master and Slave relationship was exhausting, sometimes I couldn't help but wonder if this was all fate had in store for me.

I immediately brought my attention back to the walk because I didn't want him to yell at me anymore but I was sure that in a short while I will make another unforgivable mistake that would lead to him scolding me like a child once again.

 We finally arrived at the venue and it was very beautifully decorated, but in a short while I was already fed up because once again I was pushed to the background like a wallflower and it was almost as if I did not exist. Zoey mingled effortlessly, she always knows how to belong.

 It wasn't so bad, I was used to Leon barely acknowledging my presence and acknowledging it with annoyance when it seemed necessary. But today was worse, He and Zoey kept eye fucking themselves right there in the crowd, with all the guests around, all he had to do was pretend to respect me.

 I needed a breath of fresh air and so I excused myself and went out into the garden.

 As I was taking my time to leave the conference nobody was even paying attention to me as usual or even acting as if the Luna that was hosting the annual gala was leaving at all. It made it even easier for me to get away from all that horror.

 Turning back, I saw everyone clustering around my sister as if she was some newly discovered gem, everybody wanted to start up a conversation with her.

 Everybody wanted to talk with her and be around her while everyone else avoided me as if I was the plague personified.

 I put one foot in front of the other and then suddenly the heel of my shoe was knocked off and I almost fell but quickly balanced myself looking at the last of the high heel shoes that I had great now if any events came I would have to wear flats! I didn't want to think of how embarrassing that will be

 Tears immediately began to bubble at the corner of my eyes. 

Was I even the Luna at all or mainly just a figurehead that was holding that position for my sister?

 I could just imagine my husband packing out my things one day and then telling me to make room for him and my sister. With the way things were going, that day seemed close enough.

 It wasn't hard for my mind to already imagine that vivid snake-like smile that would cover her face while I was being thrown out by the guards on my nose like a piece of trash.

 I'm sure that nobody will even bother to defend me, it was obvious that the public also thought that my sister would be better Luna than me.

Nobody wanted a luna that was a disgrace.

 Maybe they were even some people that were waiting with their hands crossed for me to finally be thrown out of my home.

 What should I do then when their relationship will finally become public?

  

 I was a little surprised because of fresh breeze that bathed my face actually made me feel a little bit better, and seeing the beautiful flowers around instead of guests judging me and everything that I was wearing was much better as well.

 However I was so lost in the new saying that I became a little airheaded and as I was walking down I did not pay enough attention and I missed a step. Again.

 Before I knew it my face was once again for the second time that day heading towards the ground and this time it was already going to be more painful than the first one would have been because I was still on the stairs I closed my eyes waiting for the impact but it never came rather I felt myself hanging mid air and a pair of strong hands on my waist.

For the second time I looked up and I saw that the person that said saved me was actually the Lycan King Scar.

 He helped me up to My feet again which took a little while longer than last time since I had a missing heel. Once again I could see that there was no expression on his face. Was he always like this?

 "You need to be a little more careful than this, the heel of your shoe was already broken and you kept walking with it. If you continue like this you will always keep falling…"

 There was a strange light feeling in my chest at that moment.

 He was actually scolding me but not the way my husband scolded me with rage and bitterness and fury. Rather, I could hear concern and caring. 

 His voice was so gentle and calming.

His tone was soothing.

Hid eyes were green, a deep rich shade of green that were calming enough to make me forget that his hand was on my waist and that was inappropriate. I was about to kindly ask him to let go when a familiar voice bumped into my ears and I looked and saw my husband standing behind him.

 Leon's face was as red as a tomato that was on the verge of exploding from being compressed and then he said;"what is the meaning of this?"