Chapter 95
LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV
Clifford’s jaw tightened. His eyes didn’t move from mine.
“I’m sorry.” His voice was low. “For what Clinton did. For what they all did.”
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“You don’t need to apologise, Clifford. You had already left the pack to battle.” I said.
“But are you sure they are dead?” he asked.
“I haven’t heard of Alpha Felix among the slaves who got here. Or even Clinton.” I replied, hoping it would make him change the topic.
But I doubt it would.
Telling him my mate killed his father and brother is something nobody would take lightly.
He gave a sharp exhale, looking away, like the air in the workshop was choking him. His hands slowly pulled away from me.
Silence pressed in between us, thick and brittle. Then, quietly, he said, “I wish I had been there. Maybe… maybe things would have been different. And you wouldn’t be here.”
“Clifford-”
He shook his head before I could finish. His fists unclenched slowly. “Don’t. You don’t have to explain. They might still be alive though, perhaps Lycan Alexander imprisoned them… somewhere.”
“I hope so,” I muttered. I really hope it’s far away from me. Clifford joined me in moving around the room, opening the windows and leaving the door open.
I turned back to the forge, dropping the iron into the flames. The fire spat, heat licking at my skin as I reached for the hammer.
“Aquamarine,” his voice cut through the ringing metal.
“Hmm,” I wiped the sweat away from my face.
Thanks to Alexander’s choice of clothes, I was literally melting!
Removing the first layer wasn’t even doing justice.
“Did something weird happen to you after coming here?” Clifford’s words echoed.
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I frowned, still keeping my eyes on the glowing iron. “Weird? How?”
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He shifted, like the words were hard to find. “Well, during our battle–there was something weird that happened. A force that hit everyone,” he paused. “It felt like Lycan Alexander’s power. You know he’s like one of the ultimate beasts, but it wasn’t him. It was new, more powerful and direct but also had a piece of him in it.”
“How?” I asked.
I wasn’t really interested in anything that had to do with Alexander. But I was curious as to why Clifford was speaking to me this much. But I can’t be rude when he’s trying to change the topic. “So what happened next?”
“And then, there was this strong urge that came with it. Like a command, I… I can’t explain it but it left us disoriented for some time before we continued. It was like we were suddenly against him. Like we just wanted to gather and just…. attack him.”
I slowly faced him. My heart raced and my mouth slowly parted.
A command?
My thoughts tangled fast–was it the Core Fang? The mark? Was that what spread through them all? Nah… it really wouldn’t have gone beyond these walls.
Clifford didn’t stop. “It was crazy. Later, we started hearing things. About a shift in power. Some called it a mistake, some said it was temporary. But most…” his eyes narrowed, “…they said it came from Lycan Alexander’s mate.”
My stomach knotted. And I facepalmed myself.
Of course, it’s the Core Fang.
But shouldn’t the effect have gone down by now? It’s been somewhat peaceful after Terran’s drama. It’s been weeks and yet, he still remembers it?
“They even gave you a name,” he finally said.
I finally blinked, confused. “A name?”
He nodded as his gaze seemed to pierce my soul. “The White–Eyed Devil.”
The hammer slipped from my hand and hit the anvil with a loud clang.
“Fuck! Are you okay?”
I couldn’t move or think straight. Not even when I felt cold water on my hand. I didn’t even hear what Clifford was saying but I saw his mouth moving.
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I looked down, just to see my hand dipped in a bucket. “It’s fine.”
“No it’s not,” he said through gritted teeth. “I didn’t react on time, now you have melted iron on your hand.”
“For real, it’s fine,” I muttered with a quick laugh, shaking my hand.
Why? Because I really didn’t feel the burn that much. “Nothing an ointment can’t fix.”
Clifford looked at me confused but he didn’t say anything.
I cleared my throat as he stood up. “You’re joking about the name, right? There is no such thing as the White–Eyed Devil.”
Clifford raised his brow, “You haven’t heard about it?”
I stared at him, wide–eyed, heat rushing to my face. Why would they give me that?
Of all names? A devil?
How does that even make sense? I mean- I get the white–eyed part but a devil? What is that?
“I didn’t understand what they meant. Not until two nights ago. When I saw you sitting beside Lycan Alexander.” His gaze swept over me, “You looked the same… but different. Like the girl I knew, and yet… not her at all.”
I swallowed hard and loud. My eyes were still fixed on him till he shifted away.
He gave a faint, breathless laugh, but there was no humour in it–just disbelief. “Now I think I finally understand why they called you that. You’re the devil’s mate, so it makes sense.”
I’d rather be with an angel right now.
“Don’t say it like that,” I sighed. “I haven’t done anything to earn that name and it’s not like I actually wanted to be his mate or anything.”
“Everyone knows the White–Eyed devil made the soil fertile again. The White–Eyed Devil handled a shapeshifter alone,” He said smoothly. “It’s been years- decades since one has even been spotted and trust me, the chances of defeating one are close to zero.”
I laughed nervously, “Thanks to the Goddess- I guess.”
I promised myself I wouldn’t smile today. But here I was. Trying to pretend his words didn’t
make me feel better.
My heart hammered harder than the forge as I went back to work, pretending the iron in my hands was the only thing that mattered.
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“That’s not how you do it.”
I froze, fingers still tight on the hammer.
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“Trust me, I’ve got this. I’ve made a—” I stopped mid–swing. “I don’t even know the name of the thing I made for Alexander. “I’ve made a weapon before, so this should be easy.”
He moved closer, his shadow falling across my hands. “You hold the hammer wrong. Grip’s too tight. You’re fighting the metal instead of guiding it.”
I shot him a glare, but my wrist ached from the truth in his words.
Clifford didn’t argue again. He just leaned against the wall, arms folded, while I worked the rest of the metal the way I thought it should be done. Sweat slipped down my temple, the iron hissed with every strike, and even though my arms felt heavy, I forced myself through it.
By the time I dropped the hammer, my breath was ragged. The new lock and key lay cooling on the table, rough at the edges but solid.
I released a loud breath, “Perfect.”
It was a mess, yes.
But a beautiful mess that would work perfectly.
We stepped out of the workshop, the heat of the forge still clinging to my skin. Clifford walked beside me, quiet as always.
But the yard wasn’t empty.
A deep commanding voice sliced through the air.
“Luna Aquamarine.”
My steps faltered.
Elder Lorenzo stood ahead, robes hanging heavy, eyes colder than ice. Two others lingered just behind him, watching.
“You carry yourself boldly these days,” he said, not smiling. “The mate of the Primu should…. but boldness can sour when it grows too quickly.”
I blinked, confused. That didn’t sound good.
His gaze flicked to Clifford, then back to my face.
“I would advise,” he murmured, voice like a knife wrapped in silk, “that you turn down Primus
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Alexander’s… offer.”
My chest stilled. Offer?
