The Unwanted Luna

Chapter Five

Katherine POV

“Is he going to kill me I ask the maid as she slowly undresses me.

There are a total of seven maids in the bathroom, all carrying different linens.

The one undressing me ignores me. “What's your name?” I ask.

She ignores me again

Wow.

So Klaus bought me from the middle of his people and the hot scurrying sun to let maids whom I don't know undress me.

This whole situation still seems like a dream

Every bit of them.

One moment I was about to be murdered and the next I am the Luna of a freaking pack.

And of all the Alphas in the werewolf existence, it has to be Klaus.

The burung hybrid.

I heaved a sigh. The other maid steps aside and the other one takes over.

“Please get into the tub” the other maid walks outside leaving just me and her.

I get inside, the water is warm and surprisingly does not burn my skin as it should.

“My name is Selene” she says with a smile “Theresa’s former handmaid”

Right. She has to be the one undressing me.

“You must hate me. Why are you bathing me?” I ask as she scrubs my back

She smiled, “There is more to the story than it seems” She paused and looked at me with a smile.

“Actually I lied. My name is Caroline. I am Luca's sister. Grim’s best friend. And although I hate the fact that Theresa was dead I can't blame someone who did not do it”

I pause and turn to her “What?” I ask.

How did she know about it?

I thought she would be among the people who would tell me that I was some wicked cursed goddess that did not value het people.

She ignores me smiling “I was with Cain the last nights of his life. I am often close to prisoners. Not because I want to but because Klaus sent me. He believes that if I were friendly to them they would likely open up to me more than anyone. And he is not lying. I keep some secrets for myself. Luke the fact that Cain said that his mother was dead when he got there”

Goosebumps fill my skin. This has covered all my suspicions that someone was the one who killed him.

“How did you not tell Klaus this?” I ask turn to her

She shrugged, “It was not. important”

Anger surged within my blood. I turn slowly to look at her. “Do you just say it was not important. He could have been saved. How could you be so wicked?. He was innocent”

She said, “If you want to be a Luna, then you would need to understand some things. I had sworn an oath to Klaus to protect you by my ktw, and so I would not lie and then the other person whom you would believe is Klaus. Nobody else. Now, let's talk about Cain if I had told Klaus what would he have done? Let um go or do I need to remind you that you are alive because you are his mate?” She asks, anger at the edge of her voice

She is a rugby though. He would have never believed him.

Never.

“Sorry,” I whisper. I don't know why I am apologizing.

Maybe, it's because she is the only one who has shown interest in looking out for me since I became famous here

And even if it is out of obligation, it is still something.

“No need to be sorry. If it all works out you would become the Luna of the pack. Now for it to work out, you would be with Klaus. Fight with him, because I trust that some people want you dead. The same people that might have killed them if Cain story is correct”

She waits for me to stand up from the bathtub, and then gives me my bathrobe before she pauses to look at me “It would always be Klaus above everyone. So if you want to play some silly games I would advise you to avoid it because you killed my best friend and I would never forget that”

She paused and bent her head slightly “My Luna”

I watch in awe. Is she with me or against me? Well the answer is simple

She is with Klaus.

Everyone is with someone else and I am all alone

I miss Cain. I really do. He was my person, I told him everything I could tell him, and here I am now with no one

She calls her hands and more masks come dressing me up in silence without saying a word.

Tears burn at the back of my eyes. I suck in a deep breath fanning myself.

I hate pity but come on. This is worse

“Let's take you to his chambers” one of them says.

I follow her with a nod. They lead me in silence, the seven of them at my back. I am putting on a purple long floral gown with a white glove on my hand.

Just when I am about to enter one of the maids stops and looks at me dead in the eye “Klaus relies on you for his crying. You rely on him for safety. The people who killed Theresa did not do it because they hated her. On the contact, she was a lovely soul unlike you who is a murderer. They did it to hurt Grim. It has always been Grim. And just the same way your Alpha sent you to kill him, he would one day send his pack members to kill Klaus and his mate and his mate would be…” she paused and opened the door.

Me.

I don't need anyone to tell me who would be next.

The realization hit me like a blow.

Immediately, they close the room it's just me, in this big gigantic room that has not even one color on it.

Everything even to the cup is back

What the hell.

Does this man not have a little bit of color in his life?

My eye wandered around, grim the paintings that were similar to the one in their room to some photos of his muma me a full family photo.

His room is almost empty

Few clothes, few shoes,s and just a pitch-black interior.

I sit on the edge of the bed waiting for him. Not even knowing when he would arrive.

The bathroom door creak open and Klaus was outside, his towel hands loosely around his waist, his silver hair still dripping water.

Gosh! He looked so damn attractive like a devil.

He walks up to me, my grip around my gown tighten

He raised my chin to look at him slowly, his eyes on my face.

“You are beautiful”, he whispers, his thumb caressing my cheeks.

I can feel myself getting red with every touch.

He had said it like it was a fact

Not I love your qualities.

He just said “You are beautiful”

“And the colour of your eyes, they are good but not like Theresa's own. Hers was perfect”

I try to let go of his tough but he toughens his grip around me.

“Don't move”

I pull away forcefully “If you want to remain in your dead mate do that. But don't try to find her oats in me. I am not het and she is not me”

“Of course, she is not. She was kind, and beautiful. Your beauty is…” he paused his eye wandered around my body and back to my face

“It's a sorrowful one. The one you tell someone when you know how much effort they went into appearing good and somehow they still look bad. My Theresa on the hand was just beautiful. And she is pure, you on the other hand you are a murderer. You would never be het. She would never be you. That is a fact. I can't look for a wolf, I'm an omega”

I curl my hands into a fist, and tears burn at the back of my eyes.

Once again he had destroyed whatever joy I had experienced in the last week.

“What do you want?”, I ask, .y vice trending, I can feel my hands shaking

Gosh I'm about to cry

He would see me as someone weak and make a mockery of my emotions.

He walks toward me, a smirk on his face. His hands caress my cheeks “Cry Katherine. This is just the starting”

I suck in a deep breath, the pain burning through me.

“Arrgh!”, I scream out loud..this time I allow the tears to. roll down without stopping them.

Even at that I look at him “You called me what do you want”,

“This. I wanted to see you cry more”

I stare at him, the words I want to post out biting at the back of my throat “I hate you!” I scream out loud.

I slam my fist again his bare chest, not caring where I am and with whom

“I hate you! You are a monster! A devil!. You killed him and took away my only joy and now you want to see me cry? Are you saturated? Or should I cut more because believe me I have been crying for a long time”

He paused, for the first time I couldn't read his facial expression

Noting

“Answer me!” I scream hitting his chest.

He grabs my two fists with his, and heat surges through my fingers.

I let out a deep sigh. This f*****g mate is bound

I draw at him, opening my mouth to say something.

He slams his lips against mine, melding into mine..

I try to let go of his grip and hit him or pull myself away but his grip is far too hard.

He does not answer, does not give me a chance to breathe or think.

He buts the bottom of my lips, his tongue begging for a little entrance.

Maybe it's the man Bond, or how good his kisses are. But I let go of my will, opening my lips, letting his wood scent fill my nostrils.

He slowly let go of my hands, my hands trace his hair even if it's wet, deepening the kiss.

He presses me closest to the tee, there is no space between us, until I can feel his hard self against me.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine, and we catch a deep breath before he leans in again

This time the kiss is slow, a little bit desperate.

“f**k!” He pulls away, panting heavily

The warmth in his eyes is replaced with anger. The same anger that was there moments ago.

“You taste like s**t!”

I smile, not saying anything. “You would not reduce me with Klaus. You need me as much as I need you. All for the crown. If you think you can treat me like some silly just remember that your crown is based on how well-mannered I am”

“Is that a threat?” He ask

I shrug “No. It's called Game on”

I walk away feeling his eyes on my back as I slam the door against him.