Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

I laugh, the sound small, and broken. “Stop lying, King. It all matters, she matters, when she hurt herself this morning, you looked like you could die. You wanted to talk to me and yet when she screamed…” I trail off, unable to tell him how he chose her over me.

He flinches, “She was bleeding.” He says, “I wasn’t fucking her, I was helping her. Would you rather I have left her bleed out?”

I want to say yes.

But that’s too selfish to say out loud, too childish, too jealous. I don’t want to embarrass myself again, but I can’t help how I feel. So, when it comes down to us, the three of us? I will always fall short of composure. I slowly shake my head.

“She hurt herself. I reacted. That’s all it was, I would have done the same for-.”

“That’s enough,” I argue.

“I’m not going to touch her,” he repeats, this time firm and loud. “Not in any way that I touch you, not ever again. The second I decided to marry you, everything else ended. I will never cheat on you with her.”

I want to believe him, but he has already lied to me twice when he said he didn’t touch her. I felt it, I was in pain because he was with her, and he just lied to me with a straight face. How can I trust anything else that he says?

“Okay,” I nod. “I’m not looking to replace her, just don’t lie to me, okay?”

“Okay.” He nods, staring still. His eyes look hunted, like he wants to tell me something but he holds back. I prefer it this way, I don’t want him to say it, I don’t want him to acknowledge Audrey is the mate and Luna that he dreamed of him and his pack.

My eyes drift to the wall behind him, I see a portrait of him at his academy graduation and that’s when I remember. “Kingston,” I coo.

“Yeah.”

“Why is there a picture of me in your photo album wearing your hoodie right after….” I trail off, unable to say the

rest.

He pauses, waiting for me to finish. I thought that was core memory for us both, but I guess it was just me, he must have buried it with his favour towards me. “From the day you took my virginity? Why is it in your family album, don’t you think that’s a little inappropriate?”

“Oh,” he says like it’s nothing. “Mom took it from my wall and made a copy.” He says, “She thought it was pretty, it is.”

“Still.”

“I will tell her to remove it if you don’t want it there, she’ll do it if I tell her you don’t like it.”

“No,” I blurt out. “It’s just a picture, I don’t want to offend Luna Estelle, and besides, it is like you said, no one would know.”

I close my eyes, my mind immediately taking me on a rollercoaster down memory lane. It was at my parents’ house, in my bedroom. He was the only boy my father trusted me with, we’d even have sleepovers and to them, nothing was happening. But God, were they wrong.

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I remember the way his hands shook when he first touched me, I was so mad at how careful he was being when we always played rough. He said it was different, it was.

We were friends, not once had we tried to cross that line with eachother but when the girls started talking, I got curious, and asked him to experiment. Begged, really.

See, my shame is a friend of mine. It was supposed to be just practice, and looking back now, it was stupid So fucking stupid, I thought I was being practical. I thought it wouldn’t mean anything.

It meant everything.

When I open my eyes, he is watching me. Not the way he used to before, there is no resentment, just defeat, like he has accepted the tragedy that is our bond.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, his voice soft, careful.

I shake my head and let out a small laugh. “Nothing.”

“Aeliana.”

I gulp.

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