The Wolf King's Luna novel Chapter 14

CATHERINE.

We finish our meals in a quiet serenity. Diana had left us alone, giving Damon a wink she thought I had not seen as she walked out.

It is beautiful, the relationship that they both have.

"So, how have you been settling in?" he asks.

"I-," 

"I am hungry!" a shout interrupts my reply. A few seconds later, Faye walks into the kitchen. "Food. I need food. Where is the food?" she asks.

"Oh, I can make something for you," I say as I drop my fork and begin getting to my feet.

"No, you won't."

"Hell no."

Their vehement decree startles me so badly, that I trip and fall backward, tipping the table and causing my plate to platter all over me and my beautiful clothes and the floor

Oh no.

"I am sorry, I am so sorry," I start as I scramble to get the mess off the floor with my hand. "I didn't mean to, I am sorry. I am so sorry."

My eyes are blurry from the tears that are pouring from me.

I am such an idiot. Such a klutz.

Why does this always happen to me? 

They are going to hate me now.

The sob wrenches itself out of me and I drop to my hands, my head on the floor, trying to hide the sounds.

Why? Why me?

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," I hear Faye say. "I meant I can make my own breakfast."

Before I can respond, I feel myself being lifted up into strong arms.

It is Damon.

"You can clean this up right?" he asks Faye, his voice bland.

"Yeah, yeah. You two go ahead. It looks like you are not meant to have breakfast this morning anyway," she weakly teases.

Damon nods and walks away. He says nothing as he moves, his face scarily bland.

He is going to kick me out, isn't he?

I can't stop the sniffles from sounding out, so it's to muffle the sounds with my face buried in my hands.

"Why are you crying?" he asks.

The question only serves to make me sob harder. Hard, wracking sobs, coming from a place of deep pain and abandonment.

He sighs at that and says nothing.

Soon, he lowers me down and I manage to peek and see that we are in the bathroom.

I look up at him, his face blurry due to the tears in my eyes.

"You might want to have a bath," he answers the question in my eyes before he stands up and leaves.

I stay there for a while, trying to get myself under control before I pull the soaked clothes off me.

They were so beautiful.

"They are just clothes," my wolf says. "They can be washed."

I sigh at that.

It's not the clothes that are the problem. It is me. I don't…"

"Don't what? Deserve happiness? A fresh start? You did nothing wrong. Your parents did nothing wrong. Your only misfortune is being born in that pack. That is all. And even that is not your fault. So stop, just stop putting yourself down, it hurts to see you like this."

"Damon won't want me now," I whisper.