Chasing the rejected Luna novel Chapter 33

I was never good at reading people's expressions but that didn't mean I was a complete dumbass when it comes down to it. 

Ava gulped and looked away from me. Like a switch of light, she came back to bring the haughty girl I had always known. There was no remnant of the girl who looked scared for having blurted out what wasn't supposed to be said. 

"It's nothing," she said, her eyes trained on the window. From how close to her I stood, I could smell the shampoo of her hair. It was a vanilla smell, mixed with lavender. I wanted to get closer to her. It was something that calmed me. 

She whipped her head my way because of the silence that stretched after her words. I looked into her eyes and wanted to ask her one more time. I couldn't force the words out of her. She looked at me like she knew exactly what was going on with me. 

There was this silent challenge that danced in her eyes. She wanted me to ask again. But I didn't. At least I knew something - Alpha Ryven brought me here because of a silly revenge. A small part of me knew it wasn't silly. 

Anything Alpha Ryven did wasn't silly. It was calculated. He was the type of person who thought things through before indulging in them. 

I nodded my head and backed away from her. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me. I'll find out after all. It won't be long before he tells me about it," I muttered to myself. 

"My brother isn't stupid. Forget about what I said. But if you value your life, leave. I would arrange for you to leave today without his knowledge," she said, still looking out of the window. 

"And where would I go?"

"To another pack. I know the alpha. He's an old friend of mine," she said.

I asked the question not because I was considering actually leaving the pack. My curiosity got the better of me. She wanted me to leave and go to another pack. 

If that had been said about two days before, I would have considered the opportunity. But now, I can't. I needed to find what Alpha Ryven was planning. And as much as I tried to ignore the alarm bells that rang in my head, I knew I needed to follow them. 

But I couldn't. I was stubborn. I hated to admit it but it was true. This offer from Ava was so tempting. I had a big fight with myself while I told her my next words. 

"No, thanks. I enjoy staying here," I walked up to the bed and sat down. She turned around, her eyes on me. I didn't look up to meet her eyes. There was no way in hell I was letting her know how much I fought with myself to utter those words. 

"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you." She said and the sound of her shoes hitting the floor filled the room. She got to the door, opened it, and left. 

I didn't know I had been holding my breath until she left. I released it with a long sigh and collapsed on the bed. My eyes were glued to the high ceilings. Sometimes, I wondered why the ceiling was so high and blue instead of white. 

I didn't ponder on it any longer. It gave me something to think about other than the offer Ava made for me. 

"Sophia, I can see you're up," A voice raised me from my mind. I looked towards its source and found Alpha Ryven lounging by the door with a bright smile on his face that almost split it into two. 

It was like he was back. The man I knew who I met at Alexander's swearing-in party. The man I fell in love with. Did I actually fall in love with him? I honestly didn't know. But what I did know was that he was the person who made my heart flutter in my chest. 

"Hi," I said stupidly. And he used the opportunity to walk into the room, closing the door with a click. 

"How are you feeling? You've been out for almost a day, I was starting to get worried," he said with a voice filled with concern. 

I looked into his eyes, trying to tell a lie. But all I saw was concern. Was this the same person who locked me in the cell because I refused to get into the metal box? I watched him while he sat down on the chair, his legs crossed against each other like he owned them. He owned them that I know. But he was in the room he gave me. 

"You're being unusually quiet?" He observed as soon as he sat down. I smiled at him and looked away and out to the window. 

"I'm fine. I'm just tired," I lied. 

"You have gotten enough rest," he stopped, wrung his hands together, and looked up into my eyes. "You should start now. Today would be your day off. Tomorrow, we will go to the hospital and you will check if your powers can heal them," he chuckled. "Of course, you can heal them," he said to himself.