Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake) novel Chapter 7

“Save me, Chloe…”

Blake lay in blood and bound by cold iron chains all around him. He reached out to me, begging me to pull him out of the abyss.

I wanted to save him...

I didn’t want him to die!

But there were countless hands pulled my clothes, and my hair…They wouldn’t leave me alone and kept pulling me backward.

“Blake!” I screamed, unable to get close to him.

Tears streamed down my face, and anxiety filled my heart.

Suddenly, the iron chains around Blake tugged him down into the bottomless abyss.

“Blake!” I yelled and opened my eyes.

I breathed heavily, sweat soaking through the sheets. My heart beat faster and my body get tense. I snapped back to my senses and realized that it was a nightmare.

Five days have passed since Blake was banished and I was forced to give Vanessa my blood.

I had spent most of my time lying in bed. I refused to eat anything nor speak with anyone. My father tried summoning me to see him, but I ignored everything he said.

I no longer wanted to please anyone, nor did I care about the punishments.

It would be great if they punished me. Only then would I be able to die and escape from misery.

To me, every living moment was riddled with pain.

The air here was stifling.

I disliked this world, repugnant periphery all people, including my father.

I would probably be doing something completely different now if not for him.

All of a sudden there was a terrific bang. Someone had kicked the door open.

“This is so fucking annoying!” A sharp female voice rang in my ear. “Why do I have to bring you meals every day?”

It was the maid my father had sent to look after me. She slammed the food tray onto the table, and the hot soup splashed on my face.

However, I did not feel any pain. I had slumped into a state of torpor from which nothing could rouse me.

“Sending you food is just wasteful.” The maid muttered angrily as she proceeded to take the previously untouched meal out.

She glared at me with disdain. “If you really want to die, just jump out the window. That’ll spare me from running this tedious errand.”

With that, she left in a huff.

I rolled my eyes, feeling numb. Looking into the mirror, I was met with the image of a pale woman lying in bed.

Her eyes were hollow, and her lips were dry. Her skinny figure resembled a skeleton, making her look as if she was on the brink of death.

I let out a self-deprecating laugh and rolled over, fixing my gaze on the ceiling.

It was said that people who would lose the perception for the world when they were dying.

I was in that state.

It was pity that I wasn’t able to wait for Blake to pick me up.

I hoped that he would live a full life.

I shut my eyes once more. Soon after, the door was pushed open again, but the one seemed more polite than before.

There was a delicious scent of cake…

I wrinkled my nose and opened my eyes. My gaze met with my father’s stern eyes.

He sat by my bed, holding a blueberry cake.

I glanced over at him curiously, unable to comprehend the reason behind his sudden visit.

It was a rude awakening to learn his purpose when I caught a glimpse of the calendar.

Tuesday... so he was here to get my blood for Vanessa.

“What happened to your face?” Father asked in a lukewarm voice.

I knew he was referring to the scald from the hot soup, but I was too exhausted to talk with him.

I remained silent and he did not try to pry. He mumbled, “The maid I sent didn't take good care of you.”

I discerned a hint of stern anger in his flat tone. It sounded like he would kill that neglectful maid for me.

I sneered inwardly, reminding myself not to overestimate my place in his heart. The reason he came to me was for my blood.

My father was a man who valued efficiency. Even though I was his daughter, he would not waste time dawdling.

He signaled a guard to bring him a knife and a bowl.

Father looked at me for a moment before saying, “You know your duty.”

I had always done everything he asked without any complain. I would cut myself voluntarily to fill up the bowl. However, I felt the sudden urge to rasped his nerves.