True Blood Luna

Chapter 3

I spent the whole night crying in my dormitory, I couldn't muster the courage to face Damien after what happened tonight. My heart was pounding hard against my chest, and my eyes were swollen as I was still hurting a lot. I managed to finally drift into the arms of sleep but soon the door creaked open, and I felt a gentle pat on my shoulder.

“What?” I snort, as my eyelids flutter open to meet Mila, with a solemn expression spread across her face. She engulfed me into a tight squishy hug, assuring me I’d be okay, before she finally broke the news.

“He accepted the mate bond, he chose her over you, Elle,” I snarled, my chest contracting. My best friend suddenly pulled away from the hug and held my hand squeezing it tightly.

“He’s an i***t,” she said, her voice laced with venom.

We sat there quietly, staring into the nothingness of the air. My phone chimed, I hurriedly picked up, hoping that Damien had come to his senses, but it hadn't.

The day dragged on, each hour feeling heavier than the last. I checked my phone again, hoping it was Damien, but it wasn’t. The minutes stretched endlessly, the silence between us growing wider, as he still hadn’t reached out. It gnawed at me, the waiting, the wondering. Was he still thinking about me? Did he even care anymore?

Sleep evaded me, leaving me restless and heavy-eyed as the dawn soon crept in. By morning, Ellis arrived, his concern etched into every line of his face as he stared at me. He sat still beside me, his arm placed protectively over my shoulder.

"Damien is still confused, I'm sure he will figure it out soon ," he said gently.

I shook my head, sliding away out from under his hold . "There’s nothing to be confused about," I muttered, making my way to the mini bar. I grabbed a bottle of wine, poured myself a glass, and took a long sip, the bitterness matching the ache in my crumbling heart.

"Is he with Selene?" I finally raised the question that troubled me, my voice barely above a whisper. Ellis hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. That was all the confirmation I needed. My suspicions solidified, wrapping around my heart like a vice.”That b***h!” I snarled.

The questions hit me all at once, relentless and cruel. Did they sleep together? Was she the reason for his silence? My inner turmoil bubbled to the surface, and even my Lycan whimpered quietly, mirroring my pain.

She felt the sting of Damien’s indecision as deeply as I did, hurt that he hadn’t outright rejected his supposed fated mate, as we had agreed.

"I can’t believe he hasn’t reached out to me," I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. My voice cracked under the weight of my disappointment.

The beta and Mila exchanged glances, their expressions painted with pity. I hated it. I didn’t want their sympathy. I wanted answers. Frustrated, I ruffled my hand through my hair and downed the rest of my wine in one gulp, letting its heat dull the edges of my heartbreak.

“Play the piano for us, please. I love listening to you play,” Ellis said softly, his lips curving into a small smile. I could tell he was trying to distract me, to pull my thoughts away from Damien, and for that, I was grateful.

I walked over to the piano, running my fingers over the keys, as I stared blankly before looking back at him.

“What should I play?”

He thought for a moment, then said, “My Heart Will Go On,” settling into the chair across from me.

I nodded, pressing the first few keys gently. The melody began to flow, and as I played, something inside me shifted. The music seemed to take hold of my pain, carrying it into the open air. My chest felt a little lighter, but tears still welled in my eyes, threatening to fall.

When they came, I didn’t hold them back. I closed my eyes, letting the tears run freely down my face as the music filled the room. I was crying for everything—for what had been, for what could never be. The melody was soothing, but the words echoed bitterly in my mind.

My heart couldn’t go on, not if Damien truly chose her over me. I needed him. I needed him to keep his promise, to honor the vow he had made to me. The thought burned through me like fire, and my fingers faltered on the keys.

I stopped playing and stood abruptly, wiping the tears from my face. “I want to rest now,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Mila was crying too, her delicate frame trembling as Ellis pulled her closer, comforting her. The sight of their shared pain only made the ache in my chest deepen. I couldn’t bear to stay in the room a moment longer.

Without another word, I turned and rushed upstairs, flung my body onto the bed like a log of wood. I curled up at the edge of the bed, holding the pillow tighter as my body trembled.

I grabbed my phone sifting through the messages hoping to find one from Damien, but there was none.

The next day, I woke up and took a nice long shower. I sat on the couch, eyes glued to my phone when suddenly the room flung open to reveal Mila with a small smile.

“ Are you doing okay? How are you holding up?” She asked concern etched in her tone.

“I’m fine, Mila don't worry too much about me,” I murmured before noticing her countenance, she seemed agitated as her brows furrowed.

“What's wrong?” I asked, still studying her .

“Someone is here to see you,” she said calmly. I creased my brows, who could it be? I followed gently behind her, my mind ravaged with what ifs and to my surprise, there he was, Damien.

My heart thundered against my chest, so loud I was certain he could hear it. Our eyes locked, a silent battle between our hearts before I broke the moment.

"I need coffee," I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

Without waiting for his response, I brushed past him, my movements hasty and deliberate. I heard his resigned sigh as he followed me out of my apartment building to his car.

The ride to the café was a void of words, the kind of silence heavy with unspoken thoughts. I stared out the window, counting the seconds, refusing to meet his gaze.

When we arrived, I didn’t wait for him to open the door for me. I pushed it open myself and stepped out, my determination carrying me inside.

The waiter greeted us with a knowing smile, already familiar with our usual spot. We slid into our seats, and the familiar scent of the place did little to ease the tension between us.

Minutes passed in absolute quiet before Damien finally reached across the table, his hand brushing mine. "How are you?" he asked softly, his voice cautious.

The question felt like a provocation. I withdrew my hand sharply. "Do I look like I’m okay to you?" I shot back, the sharpness in my tone betraying the hurricane brewing inside of me.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he absorbed my words, his silence speaking volumes.

"What happens now, Damien?" I asked, my voice lower, sounding more vulnerable than I intended.

He leaned back, his expression obscured with something unreadable. "I’ll take care of it," he said carefully. "Just… give me some time, please."

His words lingered in the air between us, heavy and uncertain. I wanted to say something, to push, to demand answers, but I didn’t. Instead, I focused on the waiter as he set down our drinks with a smile.

A black coffee for him. My usual, a hot latte, for me.

“You promised, Damien. How can you easily throw all of that away?

"I know, Elle. I still love you more than anything," he said, his voice thick with desperation as he grasped my hands tightly. "Nothing will ever change that."

I narrowed my eyes, my heart clenching. "So, what now? You want us both?"

His gaze faltered, his shoulders sagging with disappointment."No," he murmured, his voice low and raw. "My feelings are a mess right now. My inner Lycan, he wasn’t prepared for this. He’s drawn to her, can’t help but want to be close. But Raiden, my Lycan. He won't survive losing her. This-this isn’t my fault."

"Don’t do that," I snapped, tears blurring the edges of my vision. "Don’t blame him. Stop using Raiden as an excuse."

His head dropped, shame written all over his face. "You don’t understand—"

"No," I cut him off, my voice trembling as a tear slid down my cheek. "I do understand. You want her. You were meant for her.She Is your fated mate. Whatever gave me the delusion that you'd pick me “

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His head snapped up, anguish inscribed into his expression. "No," he said fiercely, his voice shaking. "I love you. You’re my world. My everything. That hasn’t changed. I would always choose you."

My chest heaved, the pain too much to bear. "Then prove it," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Reject her. Keep the promise you made to me." I took his hand in mine like a plea.

“Damien, I love you so much.”

"I did, I mean I tried to" he said, desperation carved in every word. "But her inner wolf is weak. She’s not like us, Elle, The rejection could kill her."

His phone buzzed on the table, cutting through the thick tension that hung heavy between us. I glanced at the screen—Selene. She’d been calling him nonstop.

The knot in my stomach tightened . "Did you sleep with her?" I asked, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through like a dagger.

He froze, his eyes wide like I’d just stabbed him. "No!" he shouted, the word bursting from him like it hurt.

Relief flickered through me, but it didn’t last long. My gaze hardened as the café door swung open, and Selene stepped inside.

"You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me," I growled, my voice trembling with rage.