Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298

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Chapter 298

AELIANA

It’s Thursday today.

Day three of being forced and driven to therapy against my will, and believe me you, I’ve tried just about anything to get out of showing up. Nothing works, today, I faked a hangover, but Kingston still drove me to the hospital and said he’d be back to pick me up in two hours.

Honestly, two hours is a long time to spend with someone who is hell-bent on picking your brains. I’m sitting in my usual spot. My foot stopped jittering on my second visit here. Doctor Eleanor pointed it out, and I knew it was a tell for how nervous I was, so I worked on killing it off.

Doctor Eleanor is sitting across from me, staring at me like a specimen she needs to decipher, and in a way, I guess I am. But that doesn’t make me like this any less. “Have you been writing in your journal?” That’s the first thing she asks today.

I want to say yes, but she gave it to me on Tuesday, and I didn’t have enough time to dive into it, and I don’t want to do it. Journals hold secrets, secrets get found out, and I end up in trouble. “No,” I honestly tell her. “I haven’t had time or anything to write about.”

Doctor Eleanor nods, “Hmm, I see, and how has your week been, Aeliana?”

“It was good,” I shrug.

“You don’t sound happy about it,” she notes, her voice carrying that placid empty yet comforting tone it does.” Why is that? Did something happen?”

“Not really,” I sigh, debating if I should tell her or not, but I guess I need to give her something. “It’s just that my sister, Seraphine and her husband moved into our house a while ago, and I don’t exactly like her,” I confess, this much is clear to even the staff around the house. “We don’t get along.”

“Oh, why didn’t you ask her to leave?”

“I said she couldn’t stay,” I lean back in my seat, choosing to get comfortable. It’s only been ten minutes, and two hours is a long time. “But then she and her delusional best friend started to attack me for being insensitive because she had no place to stay and before I knew it, everyone was absolutely thrashing me.” I snicker, “In theory of course.”

“And how does that make you feel?”

“I had a panic attack that day, so I’d say it made me feel powerless.” I quietly admit, surprising myself with how easy the words come.

Doctor Eleanor scribes sinething on her iPad, “You don’t like feeling powerless?”

“No one does,” I frown. “But yeah, neither do I. I’ve prided myself on control over the last couple of years because

I like having an order to my life, but ever since I came here, that’s changed.”

“I see,” she says, watching me closely. “Anything else eventful happen?”

I pause, I’ve had a lot of free time these last two days, and I’ve been busy. “Oh, I went to see Elian,” I say with a smile, which was likely my favourite part about yesterday. Elian is growing fast and big, he’s so precious, I can’t wrap my head around his existence or his name.

Doctor Eleanor leans forward, “Who is that?”

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I almost roll my eyes at that.

I know she’s trying to treat me like her older patients, but Elian was a hot topic the moment people learned his name, so she knows who he is. Still, I answer her, “My nephew.” I smile, “My brother-in-law and his wife…they named him after me.’

“How sweet,” she deadpans.

“Very,” I nod, still smiling at the memory of carrying him yesterday. “He is so beautiful, he’s loved. I like his name, it’s…” I pause, my smile falling when I realise I’m talking way more than I should be.

“Go on,” Dr Eleanor urges.

“It’s nice that someone loved me that much,” I quietly say.

She nods, “Have you previously felt unloved?”

“Plenty,” I admit. “My whole life has been a classic case of he said, she said, and I always wind up being the one in the wrong.” I snort out a laugh, like it makes it hurt less-it doesn’t. I’ll never understand why it is that I didn’t get loved as much as Seraphine or Oakley. I was a daughter too, and while I was slightly… moderately? Shit, I don’t even know what to call the quarter ounce of affection I received from my parents.

“Can you tell me more about that?” Doctor Eleanor’s voice cuts through my thoughts.

“I-”

“It’s okay,” she says, slowly nodding. “Take your time.’

“It’s just that, Doctor,” I shrug. “No one believes me.”

“Maybe you’ve been talking to the wrong people.”

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