THE ALPHA'S UNCANNY LUNA

CHAPTER 5

(THE UNKNOWING DEAL)

ARIANNE’S POV

“ALPHONSE,” I call his name most sweetly as my smile draws along with the warm breeze of the early spring.

The sun is up as it’s raised and goes through the spaces of the leaves from the trees and from the braces that form the shadow where we are walking merrily hand in hand and basking in each other’s presence. My heart is warm and full as he smiles back at me and caresses my face gently with his eyes, telling the world how important I am to him and how he cares about me.

My man, my chosen mate, the second and final choice that I will be holding forever. The only person who treated me equally and with respect despite everyone’s curses and condemnation of what I am and the curse of having a pure back wolf. The one who promise to stay and will forever be by my side no matter what. The person who I know that will keep his promise and take it to his heart. The same person that I will trust and no one else. The man that I promise to love and will do everything for his sake.

“Arianne.” He whispers my name which makes my heart skip a beat, and the only person who can do such a thing to me right now and forever.

With a light kiss on my forehead, he warmly smiled as he took something from his pocket. A small red box with a crystal ribbon on top that he then handed to me.

“Just think of it as my gift of gratitude for accepting a lowly person like me.” His sweet tone and bright expression that I didn’t hesitate to take his gift and smile genuinely back at him.

“You know that you do not have to for-for me you are more than enough and will never be that lowly person that you think and see yourself as.” I corrected his thoughts and assured him of his standing in my life.

My feeling and my deep trust that is only towards him and no one else but him. With a smile, I took the gift that he gave and opened it. To see a necklace with a pendant that mirrors the beautiful image of the flower lily of the valley. I look at him a bit wondering what the flower means, he then smiles, takes the necklace from the box, wears it on me, and says the whispering words directly to my ears.

“The flower lily of the valley symbolizes purity and obedience which reminds me of you.” His gentle tone and warm smile made my heart skip a beat.

With his warmth, I couldn’t help but hold the pendant in my hand, treasure it, and smile brightly as I promised him.

“I will treasure this gift that you gave me. So, thank you, Alphonse.” My bright smile as he hugs me from the back that sealed that little promise with a sweet kiss at the end.

BUT everything is nothing but a lie. The music, the upcoming wedding, and the preparation that I planned and made with careful planning for Alphonse and I, turn into a tragedy for me. The person that I thought that will be by his side is not, for the one that he is with right now is someone else that I despises and more. Worse, I will be executed as the cherry on top during that day. Where their betrayal and lies will only remind me of my foolishness because of love.

“The lily of the valley that indeed is beautiful and are blooming right now, are no match for the precious roses that are grown in the greenhouse.” Ariella’s words and her mocking.

Now comparing the both of us with the flowers that represent our standing, title, and lives. I, who is nothing but a wild simple but beautiful flower, and she, who is grown in shelter and wealth with the beauty that everyone adores, just like the roses in the greenhouse.

“In the first place, everything that you own is mine to have Arianne. Your curse, my blessing, and this pack’s Luna. All of it is according to my careful plan. A piece and easy thing for me to accomplish as you are nothing more but a foolish illegitimate daughter of our late father.” She then laughs, twirling gracefully and slapping me with the biggest truth that I long realize and regret right now.

The relationship between the two of us. The care, the attention, and being that kind sister that she showed and gave me back, and once are all lies. All to have her desire and hold everything that is rightfully mine. Here I am since then, a foolish one who is manipulated and easily by the people who I stupidly believe just by the simple sweet words that they whisper to my ears. My stupidity and all my foolish decisions, actions, and choices that half of me is screaming inside that I deserve.

“Still I am not that heartless to torment you until the day of your execution Arianne.” She suddenly said, pointing to the meaning that she was giving me a choice.

Choices that I more than knew that will work and only to her favor. She then took something inside the little red pouch that she’d been carrying. A vial that is designed like a perfume bottle, with intricate red roses around its bottom and its cylindrical-shaped body. Placing it in front of me, she once more crouches down to meet my eyes and smiles as she says.

“Inside this bottle is a deadly poison that will only take a few seconds to cut your breath most superficially and quickly. Painful, but only for a second or two. Arianne,” she said my name as she tapped her pointer finger onto the floor and whispered the words. “Your execution in front of the entire pack will be the little entertainment to my upcoming wedding. A spectacle that both of us knew that is not what you wanted. So, I am giving you this chance to choose your end. Drink this poison and die peacefully and you will not be put into humiliation with gunfire. End your suffering in your own hands. As this is the parting gift that I can give you, my dear half-sister.”

The concerned meaning of her words that contradicts and deeply from her condemning expression and delight to torture me from the mark of her eyes and sinister smile. Ariella’s cruelty and selfishness to have everything all to herself that I am naïve enough to not see until now. My ever-stupid self of missing the chance and greatly of not ending her life then. My regret and the wrong decision that put me in this predicament.

“Choose carefully my dear sister.” She then giggled for a bit, before she went her way leaving the bottle in front of me, as her footsteps slowly faded in an echoing way.

“Tsk!” I smirk and then laugh while cursing myself and what my life has become.

I’ve been played and fooled multiple times. Gave everything of me and trusted the people who betrayed me and greatly. From the cruelty of my destiny and this life of mine that I made and wrongly chose. I indeed deserve to die, right?

“I will take care of you and will protect you no matter what,”

Alphonse promises, one of his lies and broken promises that suddenly flashes back like a mocking one, no, a reminder set to slap me with the reality and what I should do and not.

“Lies,” I whisper and smirking.

As the memory and Alphonse's gentle face burn the anger that is turning everything into a hell of a wrath deep inside of me. Waking the desire of not asking for the whys nor having the thought of it, but my deep screaming future for revenge.

“You damn didn’t mean anything of what you said. You only want what’s best for you and what you need to have, everything that you desire. And I, the foolish one was caught in your trap and became your perfect doll for your scheme that after you achieve everything, you didn’t need me anymore.” My resentment and cursing tone.

All the while imagining Alphonse presence right in front of me. As I calculated the things that he had done for me everything of those was all lies to have what he wanted. I became his perfect doll and right now he is trying to burn into dust.

“I will do everything for you as long as you stay obedient to me, Arianne.”

“F***!” I cursed and shouted.

As his words and image flashback to me. That sweet voice and gentleness that he showed me back then are the necessary things that he needed to do to achieve the spot that he now has. Those words and I who he calls the best, is nothing but a lie for the truth that I only realize right now. That I who is an obedient one and should stay like that is the perfect disposable tool for him?

“I---” My words and thoughts are cut for a few moments as the necklace that I’ve been keeping and my greatest treasure suddenly falls from my neck.

It’s a chain that snaps and the pendant that breaks into two is the perfect image of what I have become now.

“Lily of the Valley,” I whisper, taking the broken pendant that is made from the image of the same flower that Alphonse gifted me.

The flower that means, purity and obedience, just like me, no, it is me.

“Tsk!” I smirk, clenching my hand with the broken pendant which cuts my palm and which I let my drop drips from.

With a sinister smile and everything of me and within me that is now screaming in wrath and the word revenge.

“That’s right, I couldn’t die. I need my revenge. I need to see them suffer and crawl for forgiveness in front of me. What I desire is for them to suffer and feel the pain and hopelessness of being played. With their death that is more than what I will be facing.” I then laugh and quite maniacally while drawing the most sinister expression that I could ever make.

I then took the vial and looked at it with my reflection mirroring the devilish grin that I was having.

“Everything,” I whisper, as I am cursing everything and everyone deep down in me. “I will give everything that I have and what is left of me. For the devil that is hearing my call, I want to strike a deal with you.” With a sinister smile, I throw the vial of poison onto the wall.

With the glass pieces that shattered around, I took a piece and cut my palm with it. I then drew a circle, digging the information that I once read from an old book and forbidden ones. I snuck and read back in the orphanage where I first belonged with the hell that doesn’t differ from the life that I had the moment that my hateful father took me. Drawing the pentagram and the symbols, I took the risk and believed in the darkness that couldn’t be worse than where I am right now.

“Heed my call, as I offer you my life and soul. Come forth and grant me my revenge.” I whisper, expecting the best that is the worst.

Demons and summoning that the humans believe and I dare now to do. Desperate and in wrath, which is more than enough to attract a demon’s attention and interest. A forbidden spell, a taboo, and the highest sin that someone in this race will do. The darkness that once plagued the entire race and wiped out the race of the hateful witches is now considered a mere passing nightmare. Witches that I remember and clearly that Ariella took a deal with. An existing one, a surviving one that I do not want to ponder deeply how and why considering the hunting from the past. I right now, choose a different path.

“You may take a deal from that witch, but I will be and directly from a demon.” My proud tone as the light from the sun outside turns into a dark one.

The storm suddenly brews accompanied by lightning and rumbling thunder. With the ground somewhat shaking with each scream of the thunder and the horror that each strike of the lightning brings. Red light draws the lines of the pentagram that I have made.

Not at all surprise, now I have any other emotion aside from wrath and the thought of revenge. Sparks ignited that started a fire and engulfed the blood that I used to draw the pentagram. Turning it into nothing like I never drew a single line or two. Just then an echoing footstep along with the drop-in temperature and the coldness that suddenly engulfed the entire place took my attention. From the heavy rain outside, I look at the only direction and path where I am hearing the eerie footsteps that echo loudly with each passing second. Waiting a bit patiently, I smile as the shadow forms and the presence of the devil finally reaches me.

“I have a desire. I need something. In exchange for my soul, I want you to grant me my perfect revenge.” I didn’t hesitate to say what I wanted immediately.

Right at the moment and time the devil finally showed his face. A man with a devilish grin, and wearing a mask that’s ringing the intriguing mystery that I wanted to find out why, but I have no time to ask about. The devil with the man’s image. A perfect one in that stand. A gentleman that every woman wants and dreams about. Someone so perfect and ideal that doesn’t exist in real life.

“Your plea, I heard it all. Your desire is what tempts me to come, and your revenge is more than pleasing enough to just be left unfulfilled. Well then, shall we start this deal?”