Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake) novel Chapter 15

Blake carried me back to my room in his arms and pressed me onto the bed. After covering me with a blanket, he left.

I watched him stationing two maids at my door before he left. It was as though he was worried that I might run away.

I turned and tossed in the bed but could not fall asleep. Blake's words echoed in my head and disturbed me greatly.

"If your motivation for creating the antidote is so that you can leave me soon, I would rather never have the antidote."

I casted my eyes down. I did not mind being misunderstood by anyone else. But Blake was my mate. I truly wanted to save him. It was not true that I was only motivated by the thought of leaving him.

Did he not understand my wish to keep him safe?

I flipped to the other side of the bed. Tears finally streamed down my face and stained the pillow.

I sniffled and called out to Aurora in a croaky voice.

Perhaps the link between Aurora and me was too weak. She finally replied to me feebly after a few attempts, "I'm sorry for being late, Chloe."

"That's okay." I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath. "I just wanted to talk to you… I feel so terrible right now,” I murmured.

Aurora went quiet for a moment. Then, she asked, "Is it because of Blake?"

I nodded as I continued. "Blake thought I wanted to save him so I could leave him soon. But I wasn't thinking about that at all! I really don't want to see him die."

"Why don't you be frank with him?" Aurora asked after listening to me.

I closed my mouth, feeling complicated. I knew that I could resolve my heartache by simply being honest with Blake. But whenever I thought about that, my mouth would turn dry before I taste a bitter feeling in my tongue.

"But he lied to me. I… I just can't let that go," I stammered, feeling my brain turn to mush.

I heard Aurora sighing gently. "So, once Blake is cured, will you really leave him?" she asked again a few seconds later.

I stared at the floor, my body trembling lightly. After a long pause, I sobbed, "I don't know. My mind is telling me to leave... to protect myself and no longer trust someone who betrayed me. But… But my heart tells me not to leave."

Aurora let out a heavy sigh, seemingly troubled by my hesitation, and could not find the right reply.

Aurora’s speechlessness made me feel rather embarrassed. I sniffled and I intentionally changed the topic.

"By the way, I recall my father being the only one who could create an antidote to Blake's poison. Do you have other ideas?" I asked Aurora.

After a few moments, I still did not receive any reply from her. It was as if I was simply talking to myself in my mind. I tried calling for Aurora a few times, but she did not respond. Finally, I realized that she must have fought to stay awake but fell asleep in the end.

"Aurora… What should I do?" I mumbled to myself. "Do I really have to beg father?"

Even if I did, I wondered if my heartless father would help me.

It was a no-brainer. My father would not help me. Instead of curing Blake, he might even try to hasten up the effects of the poison just to punish me.

When I racked my brains for a solution, only to run into a familiar voice. "Chloe, are you there?"

I sat up straight and felt a chill down my spine. That was… Father's voice!

He was looking for me, but why?

"Aren’t he busy because of the preparation for Vanessa's Alpha inauguration ceremony?" I wondered.

"Chloe, answer me," he called again, but this time with a hint of impatience.

I hugged my knees tight and debated on whether to respond. I felt so conflicted and confused. I did not know what to do, just like when I learned that my father decided to hand over the Alpha role to Vanessa right after my disappearance.

He really did not care about me. So...it wouldn't matter if I replied to him or not.

Despite this thought, a conflict started to brew within me. After all, he was my father. Could I really force myself to ignore his calls?

"If you're still alive, answer me now." My father suddenly gave me a stern warning as I was hesitating. More accurately, he was bellowing at me like an Alpha.

I started to tremble incessantly as cold sweat broke out. Memories from the past resurfaced and almost suffocated me.

Every time… Every time he put on such a disciplinarian tone and attitude, he was definitely doing it to defend Vanessa, be it forcing me to give her blood or sacrifice in other ways. For him, I was never a daughter!

I bit my lips hard, forcing myself to stay quiet.

“It’s okay... He can’t reach me here...” I thought, trying to convince myself.

“I will make him think that I'm dead. That's the best ending to our father-daughter relationship,” I thought.

After a while, my father’s voice disappeared. My body slumped on the bed as I let out a sigh of relief.