True Blood Luna

Chapter 4

Selene quickly spotted us and made her way to our table, a thin smile pressed against her lips as she approached us.

“Be calm, Elle. Please.” Damien pleads through the mind link making it impossible to ignore him. I gaped at him, “ She’s innocent and timid,” he added, trying to defend her. She already blames herself for all of this .”

I rolled my eyes, struggling to keep my cold demeanor intact. Innocent? Timid? Selene didn’t look like someone drowning in guilt. No, she looked like she was thriving on the pain it was causing me, like she enjoyed every second of it.

"Elena! I'm so sorry about what happened at the party," Selene blurted out, her voice tinged with urgency as she sat down next to Damien, too close for my liking. My jaw clenched at the sight of them seated together.

"It’s not your fault, Selene," I said through gritted teeth, the words barely escaping as I forced myself to remain calm and pretend to be nice.

But she wasn’t done. Her voice wavered as she continued, her words striking like a dagger. "I feel so guilty that we had s*x yesterday, knowing full well he’s your boyfriend."

The room seemed to tilt as her confession sank in. My heart thundered in my chest. s*x? Yesterday?

My body trembled as the truth continued to sink, they mated. The weight of Damien’s betrayal pressed against my chest, and even my Lycancrouched, wincing at the news. Damien had f*****g looked me in the face and lied to me.

“Oh, Elena, I’m such a horrible person," Selene cried, her voice quivering as tears streamed down her face. "It just… happened, over and over. It’s the mate bond. I’m so sorry, my friend.”

Friend? I scoffed, Her words cut through me like a blade. I stood there, frozen, the numbness seeping into every corner of my being. Slowly, my gaze snapped to Damien. His guilt was painted across his face, but it did nothing to soothe the storm raging inside me. My lips trembled, my breath uneven.

“Y-you told me nothing happened,” I whispered, my voice breaking as my heart shattered.

Damien turned to her, his expression hardening. Selene cowered under his glare, but even then, I caught it, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. She wanted me to know. She wanted me to feel the suffering of her confession. She wanted it to sting harshly and yes, it did.

“It wasn’t, Elle, you’re my everything," Ellis stammered, his voice desperate as he tried to explain. "I-I didn’t mean for it to happen."

His words stumbled out in pieces, unsteady and unsure. I had never seen him like this before, never heard him stutter. He reached for my hand, his touch pleading for forgiveness, but I pulled away sharply, revulsion twisting in my stomach.

“My Lycan, he—”

“Enough,” I snarled, my voice cold as ice. My Lycan aura surged, filling the room with fear and excessive tension.

Selene shot to her feet, trembling as she backed away, her wide eyes darting everywhere but at me. Fear radiated off her, but I didn’t care.She deserved to tremble.

“You betrayed me—both of you,” I growled, my words sharp and venomous as my glare bore into them with an unwavering eye.

Damien flinched, his shoulders tense, while Selene seemed to shrink under the weight of my fury. She looked so small but nothing about her was innocent.

Vii, my Lycan, growled deep within me, the sound echoing in my mind, low and dangerous. All the heartbreak, all the sadness that had consumed me moments ago, was now burning away in a wave of anger.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill, but I clenched my jaw. I refused to cry. Not here. Not in front of them. They didn’t deserve to see me like this.

Tension hung heavy in the Cafè, some customers shot us with sharp stares, and some had left to avoid being caught up in our drama as the rest flicked their eyes between us unsure whether to stay or flee.

I was from a lineage of true and pure blood, my both parents were alpha’s so not just a true blood but a combination of both.

My usually calm aura now replaced with something dark, oppressive and very commanding. The power that emanated through me was vivid, daring anyone foolish enough to take a step closer.

“Elena, tame your Lycan,” Damien growled, his voice low and strained, the effort to control himself evident. His eyes locked on mine, a silent plea buried beneath the chaos. I met his glare without flinching, holding it longer than I should have. His inner Lycan pushed against the surface, threatening to break free, and I could feel its raw power.

We were both Lycans and this was his territory, but none of that mattered. Challenging him like this, in public, wasn’t something he could tolerate. Not even for me. But I wouldn’t yield. Not this time. I forced my gaze to the side, breaking the connection, though my indecisiveness lingered in my posture. I wouldn’t still back down.

Damien turned his attention to Selene. The subtle shift in his countenance was enough; she understood his unspoken command. Her shoulders sank, and she gave us a small, trembling bow before stepping back.

“Forgive me, Elena,” she whispered, her voice fragile but void of regret. Her eyes darted away, unable to meet mine. She turned and began to retreat, but I couldn’t stop the bitterness clawed at my insides from rising. My gaze followed her, hard and unrelenting.

“Coward,” I thought, though I kept the word to myself. My fists clenched under the table, the storm inside me still raging.

"How does it feel?" I asked, my voice low and taut, as if daring him to respond. “How does it feel to see me like this?” I resounded.

He moved closer and I stepped back, my movements sharp, deliberate, as I turned away. Before he could say another word, I rushed into the restroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind me. My breath came fast and shallow as I sank to the cold floor, wrapping my arms around my knees. The tears threatened to spill, but I bit them back, forcing myself to breathe—steady, even breaths. In. Out. In. Out.

“Elle, please.” His voice cracked as he called out from the other side of the door. The sound of his fist banging against the wood echoed in the small bathroom. “Please open the door. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for the hurt I caused you.”

The words grated against my raw emotions, his guilt an uninvited guest in the chaos of my mind.

The lock clicked open before I could stop myself. He stepped in immediately, his movements tentative yet purposeful. Ellis dropped to his knees before me, his hands reaching to tilt my face toward him.

But I refused. My gaze remained fixed on the floor, a silent act of defiance. When his touch became too much, I pushed him back, my voice breaking as I whispered, “Leave me alone.”

“Ele—”

“I don’t want to see you, Damien!” The words came sharper this time, my voice trembling as I buried my face in my hands.

“No.” His reply was firm, unyielding, as if my rejection only spurred him on.

“You lied to me!” I shot up suddenly, my anger surging forward in waves. My fists collided with his chest in a desperate, futile attempt to hurt him as much as he’d hurt me. But Damien didn’t move, didn’t flinch. He stood there, unshaken, as if my pain was his to bear.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” I sobbed, my voice raw. “But here we are. You—” My words caught in my throat, choking on the bitterness. “You f***ed her. Shared the most intimate parts of you with her.”

He said nothing, his silence heavy with shame.

“I hate you,” I choked out, tears streaking down my face. “And I hate that I still love you!”

Damien moved then, his hand gently encircling my wrist despite my struggle. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the car. I fought him, but it was no use. He set me down carefully, and soon I was home.

Lying on my bed, he sat beside me. His fingers brushed through my hair, the gentleness doing nothing to suit my aching heart. I stared into thin air, noticing the spots on my ceiling for the first time.

“Rest,” he murmured. “I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”

I didn’t respond. I closed my eyes, not because I was at peace, but because I couldn’t bear to look at him anymore.

Soon the morning came, my reflection was a cruel reminder of the night before—red-rimmed eyes, exhaustion etched into every line of my face. I hid the evidence behind a pair of oversized sunglasses as I prepared for class.

When I stepped out of the elevator, the last person I wanted to see was waiting for me. Selene.

She stood in the lobby, a smug grin plastered across her face as if she knew exactly how to twist the knife deeper. Her short skirt and crisp white shirt were unmistakable.It was Damien’s.

The lowly omega smelled of high heaven Just like my boyfriend, my jaw clenched, and my hands balled into a fist.

“Hi, Elena,” She greeted me with a smile and I furrowed my brows at her as she strode toward me. This b***h just couldn't read a room. I thought to myself.

“How may I help you?” I asked with a cold expression and she halted, a bit intimidated by me I presume.

“I just thought we could walk together to class,” she said.

I ignored her offer and proceeded to walk to the Campus,and she followed behind quietly “You hate me now, don’t you?” Selene suddenly let out, interrupting the silence.

I turned my gaze sharply to meet her eyes, my eyes reddening with anger. “ You slept with my boyfriend, should I applaud you?”