Semua Bab King's Luna: Once weak, now Fierce. : Bab 41 - Bab 50

KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 41.ESMERALDA’S POV.It was just as Zayde and I had spotted our designated table, where our friends are and had made our way towards it. Zayde, like the gentleman he is feigning to be tonight, pulled out my chair for me, which I thanked him for before settling down while he took his seat beside mine. However, before we could even get comfortable in the seat, and just as my gaze had met my friends and I offered them a warm smile, which they returned, the announcement came, getting all our attention.“Welcome, Their Royal Highnesses!”Everyone, of no matter which position or level, all rose to our feet, pushing our chairs back in the process. It was not until we had all rose on our feet uniformly, did they make an appearance, the air shifting almost immediately to signify the arrival of those of the highest influence in our world.The King, Luis and his wife, Queen Zera, showed up first, hand in hand, adorned of the most intricate and expensive outfit there is to be,

KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 42.ESMERALDA’S POV.I have never been much of a dancer, though I liked the idea of it. However, Anthony was never a fan of it—even when it comes to dancing for official purposes like the waltz and stuff—he always stays out of it. So, back in the days when I used to accompany him to occasions where such dance would take place, I would always be by the side, watching as the others go about it.I admired them, because most times, they seemed to be having fun. I wondered what it would be like for me to dance like that as well, with Anthony, as someone that I love. Now, I am finally living in that dream and fantasy, only, I am not dancing with Anthony for he had long faded out of the picture, and was instead, dancing with The Crown Prince, Alexander Malakai—someone I have feelings for, feelings I know deep down that I should not have.However, those worries and insecurities seemed to perish as we danced together on the floor, every one and everything else in the backgr

KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 45.ESMERALDA’S POV.To say I was shocked will be an under statement. I have not heard from my wolf since that night Anthony rejected us, and we lost our pup. She was still there—I could feel her in almost every thing I do how ever, I do not hear a thing from her.When ever I try to talk to her, she does not reply. In that sense, she has been dormant and for a second, I had forgot what it feels like to hear her speak in my mind. Of course, when ever we were around the Crown Prince, I have realized that she seems to be a bit more active, though she does not influence my attitude much.I now understood why, just as much as the new found knowledge shocked me to the core. I found myself stepping away from him, my mind a jumbled mess as I stared at him with lips parted, and eyes dilated. “I…” I breathed out, trying to make sense of what was going on. “…I…”My hand was still in his grip, and I was now overly aware of the tiny little sparks that came from the feel of his

KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 47.ESMERALDA’S POV.Stepping out of the room I had stayed in before, the first time I woke up after the rejection from Anthony, a sense of nostalgia swelled within me. But, unlike the first time, it did not hold me back or made me feel as though life was not worth living entirely. Instead, I felt empowered, and strong—as though I had walked past that stage and have emerged stronger than ever.As I descended the stairs, now changed into a more comfortable outfit that was waiting for me—though the slacks and top heavily scented of Malakai—I did not hate it, but rather, quite liked it. The sound of the voices from downstairs reached my ears—familiar voices I recognize as one belonging to Malakai—and the other to his most trusted aide, Elias. Upon reaching the end of the stairs, they both noticed my presence and I realized they were seated in the living room—or at least, Malakai was seated while Elias stood, his stance firm and judging from his expression, he did not

KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 49.ALEXANDER’S POV.After a short while, Esmeralda managed to get a hold of herself. It was not like she was completely over it, but she was good enough to keep going with the conversation at hand, which was what was important—that she was slowly getting over the lost. I have never lost a child before, but I know it would not be an easy matter to handle, so, I can only help her heal at her own pace.Esmeralda pulled herself back from my embrace, though our fingers remained intertwined still. Then, she lifted her head to meet mine, her brows drew in and a crease forming between her brows—a testament of whatever string of questions she has and what has been bothering that pretty mind of hers thus far.“And the note?” She asked, reminding me of the other part of the story I am yet to venture down the path of. “What is up the note? What is going on?”I sighed, blinking as my visage took a turn, upon remembering the grave, and dangerous part that she has been unaware o