Chapter 88
Chapter 88
LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV
Two days.
That’s how long it’s been since Alexander touched me and stayed. He comes in only when he thinks
I’m asleep. I feel him lift me, wash me, dress the wound. His hands are careful, almost too careful, but
he’s gone before I can open my eyes.
Like I’m a body he’s obligated to keep alive, nothing more. But I was confused. It’s just a burn. I don’t
even feel a thing there. Just heaviness.
Aaron brings food.
He doesn’t say much, only that the Primus is busy, and that I should rest.
Busy.
That word has been hammered into my head so much I want to smash something. Since when has he been soo busy that he doesn’t even sleep in the room anymore? That he doesn’t even want to stay in
the same space with me.
Even when Aaron and I go for little strolls and I manage to catch a glimpse of him at the window of his
study, he’d rather close it or walk away.
He was treating me like I was a monster.
Each second, I could feel myself slipping away. Not just my wolf, but Alexander’s too.
Is it because of that black book? But he acted cool after that.
I couldn’t even tell him what I had noticed about it lately.
Is it because I pushed him away? But I pulled him back… didn’t I?
I can’t stay in this room anymore. I’m not dead. I won’t rot in bed over a little injury. The moment Aaron left, I dragged myself up, ignoring the heaviness in my arm where the bandage is, but I keep going until I push through the doors.
I walked down the corridors, ignoring the fake respectful greetings the maids had thrown at me. I already heard some of their rumours and I didn’t need to hear more.
Still, their voices rang in my ears.
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“…no wonder he doesn’t come here anymore…”
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“…he must have realised that she can’t give him an heir. It’s been months already yet there are no signs…”
“…she must have cast a spell on the Primus, but thank the Goddess, Fiona is here-”
1 clenched my teeth, walking faster, nails digging into my palm.
They thought I couldn’t hear. Or maybe they wanted me to.
Maybe that was why Alexander avoided me. I’m not able to get pregnant even with the amounts of fertility drinks and sex we’ve had.
I pushed harder, past the main hall, past the guards who bowed too slow, too fake. My chest felt heavy, but I didn’t stop until I reached outside.
And that’s when I saw him. Or rather, them.
Alexander, running under the rain to Fiona who was standing on the pavement. She looked like she was expecting him with the way she smiled. I watched how her eyes roamed his body as he stopped in front of her, I watched how her hands raised to touch him, as if she was trying to dry him off.
The burn in my arm was nothing compared to the one in my chest.
“Really?” I said through gritted teeth.
Alexander’s head jerked back. His eyes landed on me, shock flickering for half a second before he
masks it. Fiona didn’t even try. Her smile widened and she tilted her head as if she’d been waiting for
this.
Alex took a step forward, hiding something behind his back. “You should be resting, Aqua.”
“Resting while you-“I bit my tongue before the words could spill, but it’s too late. “While you’re out here with her?”
Fiona gave a soft laugh, leaning a little closer to him, like she’s feeding the fire. “Luna, you shouldn’t be walking around in that condition. We were just-.”
“Stop,” I snapped, not even looking at her. My eyes stay locked on him.
I wanted to lash out but not here while the maids were watching. I took a deep breath and turned on my heel, ignoring the fire in my wound, and stormed back toward the castle.
My steps are uneven, heavy, but I didn’t ‘t stop until I slammed the door of my room shut behind me.
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It didn’t take a second before the door opened again.
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I already knew who it was. “You couldn’t even look at me for two days, but you can stand out there with her? While she spreads false rumours about me? Is this your way of handling her? Adding fuel to
the fire?”
His jaw tightened. I saw it, even though he tried to stay still. “Aqua—”
“No, I don’t want to hear it, Alexander.” I took another step forward, pain slicing through me, but I refused to stop. “Can you ever be real for once and stop playing games with me?”
He took a step toward me, hand half–raised, but I backed away. My chest felt too tight and my limbs felt heavy but I kept standing.
Tears burned my eyes as a lump formed in my throat. “Not going round in circles and dragging me along like it’s a push and pull affair. Does my feelings-” My knees suddenly buckled.
Strong hands caught me before I hit the ground. His scent crashed into me. I hated that it made me want to cling to him.
I shoved at his chest, yanking his hand off me, fury stronger than the weakness in my body. “Don’t freaking touch me.”
His face hardened, eyes dark and unreadable. He pulled back and stood with folded arms. “You won’t
understand now, but I really need her-”
My heart dropped to my stomach as the rest of his words faded into nothing.
They were the same words that Marcus said Same as what Clinton said.
Has he already fallen for her lies and pretences?
How could he fall so fast after telling me not to mind her? How could he look me in the eyes and say
this?
After all I’ve done? After how hard I tried to make him see my growth? My improvement?
Or is it soo little to acknowledge?
What were all those lingering touches? Those words of encouragement? The look in his eyes when he thinks I’m not watching? Or when he found stupid excuses to touch me. To keep me close.
Why does he keep making me fall deeper into his pit and make me crave him, only for him to push me away?
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“Are you listening-”
I turned away from him, before he saw the tears falling down my cheeks. “Get out.”
“Don’t act-”
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“I said get out!” My voice split the room. “I don’t want to see your face. Go to her or whatever. Just stay the hell away from me like you’ve been doing for days.”
For once, he listened. He left, closing the door slowly.
I stood there shaking. But I refused to let the tears flow.
I tried to swallow it down but a sour taste immediately hit the back of
my throat.
I rushed to the washroom and threw up inside the toilet. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
When it was over, I sank into the bathtub. My lips were pale. My eyes were swollen. My bandaged arm hung heavy at my side.
“Ohh Goddess. I can’t do this, anymore,” I whispered, and the sound of my own voice broke me all
over again.
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