Longing For My Rejected Luna novel Chapter 61

*****Erika’s POV*****

I stood speechless and vibrating with anger over what Elder Grigshade had said to me. I held back tears, standing still as a statue. What was the meaning of the words he’d just told me? Why would he tell me things like that? What gave him the right to speak to me in that manner?

I collapsed on the chair I had been seating, trying to ignore the pounding in my head. Tears fell despite my desire to control them from streaming. What was happening? I was so tired and weak. Everything was beginning to get crazy, a lot of things were getting too confusing for me.

I was no longer sure of myself. Of my ability to rule. Whatever Elder Grigshade was doing, it was working. And even though I wanted to fight it, I did not feel the zeal too. Jace was gone, dad was sick. Soon Paula would go back to her pack and mate, I doubted if Kat would want to stay if she knew Jace had gone.

The coronation was to be fixed in two days time. The day I would become the Alpha of this pack, yet I was not feeling ready in any way. I sighed. I had no idea what was going to happen. Why would Elder Grigshade threaten me that way?

The man was not even scared of my position. He did not have any respect for what I was. I stood and went out of the meeting room. I walked towards my father’s room. My steps faltered as soon as I got to the entrance of his room.

Father’s room was the biggest amongst us three. I watched me, his breathing was quiet. Too quiet for my comfort. Except for the heart monitor that was beeping steady, I would have thought he was dead.

Dead. Ninety-ten chance. Till we meet again. Your enemy.

My body trembled badly, I pushed myself forward to grab my father’s still hand, tears poured like rain. It was so heavy I could barely see his face. His frame was blurry. I blinked severally to clear my vision to see him better. He was lying so still that if not for the moving lines showing on the monitor’s screen — lines that represented the rhythmic beating of his heart — one would mistake him to be dead.

He was not looking as fit as he used to be. Father was appearing to be frail and weak, a deterioration of his health and it shook me to my bones how slim his chances we’re of surviving.

“Dad, I’m alone.” I said at last. My heart was so heavy.

As though I was waiting for a miracle, I paused to watch him. Maybe he would talk, he would say something comforting to me, but the words did not come. He laid there, no sign of words coming out.

I slapped away disappointment, what had I been expecting? For him to jump and tell me he was fine, that Jace would be back. That he had not left for good. That I would be fine and be able to handle all of this on my own.

“Dad, wake up. Jace has gone, you have to wake up. Please dad, I am so tired. Elder Grigshade…” I choked on my sob. Finding it hard to let out the rest of the words. “You did not tell me about him, dad. You did not tell me you had a business with him. Why daddy? Why? W-why?” I hiccupped as more tears fell.

I bawled my eyes out, my shoulders racked violently. The pounding in my head grew worse, what was I to do? What exactly?!