Chasing the rejected Luna

51: He talking to me

"Or what?" He asked me as if he knew exactly what was going on in my mind. I couldn't blame him. Maybe it was because my face had probably gone white because of the lack of blood in it.

Or it was the fact that I clutched my pants so tight my knuckles had gone white from the action. I wasn't sure which but he walked into the room when he heard no response from me.

With each step he took, my heart rattled in my chest because I knew what kind of harm would befall me if he touched me.

His fingers were like a delicious poison. Not because of the amount of blood that stained them but because I would be turned to jelly by them.

I gulped and moved to the window, his gaze so intense as I tried to avoid the question. When I needed my brain the most, it disappeared, leaving me in a state of panic which I tried to cover up with a laugh.

"The last time I remember, you cared nothing about me. So why should I tell you?"

"Because I am your Alpha and you are my mate," he spat but the words of mate coming out of his mouth were so soft like an apology that I had to blink my eyes multiple times.

I was away from him, my back to him while I looked out of the window. I didn't want to see his expression neither did I want to see the look in his eyes.

He was sorry and the fact that he wanted to start a war because of me spoke volumes, my stupid heart was growing with love. But it wasn't supposed to be so. He had no right to start a war when he was no better than Ryven.

As I tried to remind myself what he did to me, emotions threatened to overwhelm me. I did the thing I could think of - I pushed them to the back of my mind.

"You are not my Alpha. You stopped being my Alpha when you sold me to Ryven." I closed my eyes and battled with my emotions. "And do you know what hurts the most?" I asked because I could no longer push the emotions back. They threatened to consume me. And with him in the room, his scent bringing back memories and the air in the room smelling like a confession time, I just couldn't help it.

Maybe I was a fool for him. Or it was my heart that was the stupid organ in me. All my head did tell me was to move away from him but my limbs betrayed me as I felt him close to me. Too close that I could feel the heat from his body.

And it pained me how much my body reacted to his when he hadn't even laid a hand on me. My nerves were turning to liquid fire as they melted away together with my resolve about not forgiving him.

His hand brushed my back and I stiffened, "I wasn't thinking straight and my father, he had a hold on me. He never wanted me to be the Alpha," he spoke in a small voice and I could tell his pain he was in from the strain in his voice.

I kept silent well aware of his hand that was running through my hair. And I loved the feeling it brought even if I lied to myself about it multiple times as I stared across the forest.

"My father knew how much I loved my mother. Her death made me withdrawn. But that wasn't it. My mother had promised Dianne's mother I would mate with her and because I loved my mother, I wanted to carry it out until I met you."

"Why would she do something like that?" I subconsciously asked, well aware of his hands that were working their way up my back.

Silence stretched between us before he answered again, "You might not know this but it's customary for the Beta's daughter to mate with the Alpha. But in my mother's case, it was different. My mother was from another pack. My father had defiled the norms in the pack and gotten the wrath of the elders."

"Elders? I don't understand," I spun around facing him and my breath caught in my throat from how close we had gotten. Especially how my body hummed in response to him.

A smile played on his lips, "Yes, the elders. In a pack, it isn't only the Alpha who has powers in a pack. Fifty percent of the powers belong to the Alpha and the other half belongs to the elders." He stopped, his eyes leaving my hair and resting on my eyes.

"The elders are dangerous, Sophia. And the worst part is, that Dianne's mother is part of them. I don't know how she did it, but over the years, she had risen in rank, making her one of the most formidable members. And do you know what that means?" He asked me and I shook my head.

I was suddenly reminded of the words Ryven about Dianne's mother killing Rudolph and pinning the blame on me. But why? I hadn't done anything to her. Or was I just a pawn in her game?

I listened, not wanting to break the moment. Alexander might be talkative now and willing to divulge information and I feared it would be lost if I interrupted him.

"It means she can control most of the members of the council to go against me. And if they do, my Alpha blood and genes wouldn't be enough. They have the power to subdue my wolf and make me powerless. My father knows this. And even if he is a jerk and sometimes acts like a drunken, he cares for me in a very stupid way," he stopped and laughed with his eyes devoid of warmth.

He was in pain. I wanted to reach out and take hold of his hands that were now at his sides. I thought about how much I missed his hands on me but I didn't let it show. Instead, I focused on what he was telling me.

How come I never knew of all these? I was really naive even if I knew it was no fault of mine.

"And when I was young, my parents tried to pair Dianne and me together so our mating ceremony would be smooth with each of us being with someone we love. Only if, I didn't see Dianne in that way. We dated for some time and I grew tired. I was always told what to do to garner favor from the elders of the council. And I tried to run away with Rudolph," he chuckled again. But this time, there was mirth in the laughter. He wasn't in the present. He was in the past when he wanted to run away with Rudolph.

I wished I was able to see it from the warmth that flooded his words at the memory.

"So what happened?" I asked and he smiled.

"Dianne caught us. And she threatened me to be with her again or she'll inform everyone."

"Why didn't you let her? They couldn't have done anything bad to you, would they?" I asked and he looked at me like he couldn't understand my question. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"They would have killed my wolf. I'll be labeled a traitor. Dianne knew this and that was how she was able to get me to date her for so long. She controlled me." He smiled a tight-lipped smile that spoke of immense pain and humiliation.

"And then, you killed Rudolph. I was not myself for so long. I battled with myself because even if I had been attracted to you from a young age, I knew I couldn't be with you. I hid it because if my father had known, your fate would have been much worse," he sighed and my eyes hardened as I moved a step away from him.

I didn't move away from him because of how he left me to a cruel fate, one which he didn't acknowledge as cruel but because he still believed I killed Rudolph.

"I didn't kill Rudolph," I seethed as I looked away from him, not trusting myself not to hit him.

"I know. It's obvious, you can't even harm a fly. I mean, you were so frail and small while Rudolph was huge like a hulk. How could you possibly kill him?" He chuckled and took a step closer to me, his eyes swirling with hidden amusement and he looked everything like the person I wanted to be with.

"Then why?"

"Why you were still labeled as a murderer?" He asked and I nodded, the anger evaporating from my pores to be replaced with curiosity.

"The elders. I have no idea whose judgment swirled theirs. When it was first brought upon, I pleaded for your case. I knew it couldn't be possible even if everything pointed at you. It was obvious you were framed but it's either they are blind, or…"

"They're scared of someone," I finished for him and his eyes shone. I wondered why until he opened his mouth again.

"You're different," he said and I was taken aback by the change in subject. "In a good way. Or maybe you've always been intelligent, I have always denied it to avoid me from falling further for you."

I furrowed my brows at him. He was talking in a foreign language my brain refused to process. He smiled then, his eyes boring into mine. It was a real smile, without a hidden emotion. It was just the smile of someone who was caught in the moment, in the moment of happiness.

And I was thrown back to the time when I first set my eyes on him when I was twelve years old. And he had unknowingly stolen my small and immature heart. Although, I doubted my heart had matured more than the day it beat for the only man who stood facing me like he was handed back his most prized possession.

"I've always been intelligent," I retorted with a feigned frown which acted as a facade to what I was feeling.

He playfully touched my nose which made my heart swell, "I know. Maybe that's why I've always been drawn to you, cupcake," he smiled, revealing his full dentures.

I wriggled my nose and looked down, unable to take on the raw beauty standing in front of me. I considered him that because at that moment, there was no word to describe how he looked.

"So back to the conversation," I reminded him and the light that shone in his eyes died down, replaced with hardness.

"Yes. Back to the conversation. I have an inkling who did that to you. And I've been thinking of ways to find the right moment to expose her."

Her? My blood froze in my bones. Was it really Dianne's mother like Ryven had told me? I gulped and looked at him.

"Who is 'her'?"

He smirked, "What do you think?"