From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 Stories And Soft Snores

DAMON.

“What’s wrong, baby?” her voice soothed me.

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The moment her hands touched me, whatever power of drive that was behind the hex stopped: the pain, the noises, the screams. Everything stopped; it felt like I was finally at peace, and I didn’t know how to express how peaceful I felt.

I held on to her for dear life. I didn’t want to let go, and I feared letting her go in case the pain started all over again, I wanted her to hold me for the rest of my life.

“Since when has this been happening?” she asked me most gently.

“It’s been a while now. I figured it would go the same as the other times. But these episodes have been persisting.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything about it?” she asked me as she started massaging my forehead with my head.

“I didn’t want to disturb you. You already have so much going on with your family and the people you’re trying to save and all that,” I told her. I knew it didn’t make sense, but that was how I felt, and I didn’t want to look weak to her. But I bet I looked pathetic right

now.

A whole King.

Fuck.

“But that’s what I’m here for. I’m here to make you better and feel good, Damon. The treatments we have been taking, I thought it’s been working since the stench reduced,” she said, administering the massages, holding her tighter because I felt safe.

My head on her lap with her hands deep in my hair and my own hands wrapped around her waist. I felt so safe; I didn’t think she would call me a monster or try to scream at me as the people in my dream did. I felt safe.

And that’s how I always felt whenever she was around. Safe and at peace.

That’s why I’ve refused to let her go.

“I didn’t want the workload to be too much for you,” I murmured.

“Dont worry about that, next time. Please tell me what’s going on, so that I can do something about it. I’ll get you some herbs tomorrow,” she said.

“Just don’t leave me. Your presence makes the pain go away,” I said in a small voice that I didn’t believe that I was the one talking myself. It felt like I was a bystander, watching myself act like a baby.

“Im not going anywhere, I just want to make sure you’re okay. Next time you feel something like that, call me. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing and come to you,” she told me, and I smiled against her tummy.

“Thank you.”

“Now let’s get on the bed. I don’t want us to catch a cold,” she said and helped me to stand up. Then we lay on the bed, and I pulled her closer to me. Burying my head in her neck while my hands go around her waist, there was literally no space between the both of us as I held her closer.

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Chapter 69 Stories And Soft Snores

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Her hands trailed my own, and this was my definition of satisfaction.

“This is a very compromising position,” she said with a laugh.

“Im just tryna cuddle you and hold you close,” I told her.

“Well, you’re doing that very well,” she said, and we both laughed. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked after a while.

Did I?

I didn t feel weird about her asking the question, which meant I didn’t have an issue with it. But I paused, would she hate me if I told her? If I told her now, a lot of things would come up, and I wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear how morally grey I’ve been.

Fuck.

“You don’t have to if you don’t wa-”

“It usually starts as a dream.” I started.

Hoping and praying that what I was about to tell her didn’t make her feel scared of me, or maybe disgusted.

“While I was little, my parents didn’t hide that they hated my eyes. I remember that when I was around four, my mum would talk about how monstrous and disgusting I looked while feeding me.” The thought almost made me laugh at how cruel what I went through was.

“She would pinch me enough to make me cry, and she would laugh while I was crying and telling me that I looked less like a monster now. She did that for years. But my father, my father, used to beat me and lock me up in the basement. He took it to the next level, calling me names like a bastard and saying that I was a monster. He would lock me up in the basement after a beating for like a day and then bring me water and a little bit of food so that I won’t die at the end of the day.”

“I always wondered what I did wrong, you know. It wasn’t like it was my fault that I was born this way, you know. My mother poisoned me once when I was five years old. I remember eating the food, complaining about my tummy, but nobody cared enough to answer me. I remember vomiting foam from my mouth until my nanny came into my room, screaming at the top of her lungs. My father rushed me to the hospital, and they treated me. My father knew it was my mother, and he fought with her for days, not because he cared about me, but because he loved his reputation, and if I died, as the King, my death would have been made a big deal, and they would have known I was poisoned.”

“Plus, they would see the signs that I was being beaten on my autopsy. So ever since then, he warned my mother sternly never to do that again, at least until there was a way they could get rid of me. Regardless of everything they did to me, I loved them so much that I always tried to prove myself, but whatever I did was always thrown in my face. And one d-”

I heard sniffs. I frowned and turned Eloise over just to see tears rolling down her face.

“What’s wrong, ma? Why are you crying?” I asked, panicked that i hurt her. “Did I hurt you? What’s w

She squashed me into a hug without letting me finish my sentence.

“Im so sorry that you went through that,” she cried into my neck, and I calmed down. Holding her tight.

I flipped our position, lying down while bringing her up to lie on my body.

“Please don’t cry,” I begged as I patted her back and cradled her like a baby.

“I can’t help it, your parents are very wicked people,” she sniffed.

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