His Accidental Luna

RECONCILIATION

CHAPTER 51: RECONCILIATION

As she stood there and so he does. Tarik was staring back at her, seemingly confused or have he not know who she is? Couldn’t he recognize her because of the pendant? Now that she remembered it, Devon was now thorn whether to remove it or not. Because once she does, the wolves would know that she is a rogue. Her scent would reeks, and this would put trouble, if not to her, but also with Zachary. He’ll get punish for something that she should bear of. It wasn’t right, now that Je was keeping her safe for all means that he could think of.

But Devon was also hesitating at cost to which her eyes are trained towards Tarik who is on his restraints. There are blisters on his wrist to which made her chest hurts. It was a terrible feeling. No matter how much she wanted to get closer, but she couldn’t. She must suppress the urge no matter how hard was it. And perhaps, this is where her wolf was trying to lead her be, knowing Tarik would be here. It feels wrong, yet right to see him. To reconciled with him, but questions filled her head. Why is he here?

Isn’t he supposed to be guarding the territory? What troubles had put him here? But then, she remembered, Tarik had not shared anything to her before. Not even his rank, and who was really he is in the Devonshire Kingdom.

“Who are you?” That was the first thing he said.

His eyes are dark, the shadows looms as they screech. They are no different more than the witching hour and the black sky, which are all hovering that night. It stretched far, and the four corners of the room become his containment, but why is he being kept her?

What have you done? Devon thought as she pertains to Tarik. 

She did not speak, to which earned a low growl from Tarik. He seems not be sitting tight with her silence. 

“I am asking you.” He said to the voice that came out as a stranger from him. It was as if somebody was speaking on his behalf. Like he isn’t the Tarik he knew but he was a different person ahead. 

He was full of threat. Of an anger that seems to surround him. But where does it coming from? Devon was tempted to ease whatever it may have been, but she couldn’t. Devon couldn’t, and this hurts, that doesn’t mean Tarik had done something before leading for her to runaway, then she’ll hold the grudge and made him suffer too. That wasn’t the kind of person Devon was. She wasn’t. 

 “I—I just heard your growls down here.” She lied through her teeth as she gulps the lump that was forming on her throat. 

Oh, God, Devon couldn’t do it. 

Her wolf inside was whimpering. It wanted to console Tarik to which she was trying not to. If their skin touches each other that wouldn’t be a good thing at all. 

She clenched her fist as she tried her hardest not. 

“Why are you?” Devon couldn’t pry and peer, but regardless of how wounded he look, or in spiteful darkness, she could still see the mate she admired the most, perhaps not, but she does like Tarik and Zachary to which Devon wouldn’t deny, but admit it on herself. Professing the feelings she couldn’t, and now she have muster the courage to do so. 

It was his turn not to gave away any responses. Tarik had just stared back to Devon, looking through as if he was trying to read her soul, but he couldn’t. 

”And why should I tell you?” He was Frank, when he bite off back that remarks. 

She gnawed her lips. 

“Would being curious be enough to answer your question?” She tried to say, in pursuit towards the queries that she wanted to get filled of. 

“Nonsense.” He clicked his tongue. “Do you really take me as a fool or are you taking me now as one?”

“I didn’t said that—” She shook he read, but he cut her off. 

“But definitely your action speaks louder than your words.” He sneered at her. 

If in a normal circumstances, Devon would had been hurt, but no, she isn’t. She learn to understand, comprehend things first better than her emotions it made her learn through way back before of what happened between them, but then, if she did not run away in the first place, she wouldn’t have the chance to meet Zachary, and learn that she have two mates. One man who treats her better, and then Tarik or was it because she haven’t given him a chance to do so? The time they had on Helga’s house wasn’t enough. Same with her, he might as well new to the feeling of having mates, and be plunged into this kind of situation as well.

“If you won’t believe me, I won’t force you.” That’s what she said softly, uttering as those words rolled perfectly on her tongue. “But you haven’t answered my question yet. Why are you here! I have given mine, so you should gave it out as well.”

“And what if I don’t?” Even until then, Tarik was aloof. 

“Then, it would be your decision to do so.” Devon shrugged her shoulder as if telling him that it was alright, although he’ll probably doubt her actions again, but she doesn’t care. All she wanted was to be with him during this time, because that was the only thing she could at least do, when she couldn’t get closer. 

Devon thought that he would just told her to go away, be on her way, but he didn’t. However, it was funny as well. How ironic that the man she seeks for so long, the longings she had before was now there. Tarik was there, when she least expecting him to appear. How funny was that. When she was asking where he is, fate wouldn’t let them meet. But if she wouldn’t asked where he was, then that’s how their world would collide without them noticing it already. 

“I was here because he wouldn’t let me to go away nor harm the others.” He began, pausing for a moment for a hesitant sigh as if asking himself why is he telling it to Devon in the first place, but he continued anyway. 

Although before he does, Devon have already cut him off again. 

“Who won’t let you out?” She asked, thinking maybe that there is somebody behind his imprisonment. 

“Him.” He repeated. “Tarik.”

“What?” She blurted out, running her mouth just like what she does. 

She was confounded. Confused at what he was trying to say. 

“But you are Tarik.” Devon uttered. 

That made the man whipped his head across to where she was. 

Their eyes meet, he was frowning alongside with her. 

“How did you know I was?” He raised his eyebrows at her. 

“Uhmm...because I know you? Everyone in the Kingdom knows that you are Tarik.” She was just relieved that she manage to tied the lie through her teeth, but it is weird. 

How can he not know, regardless of the pendant she was wearing? Didn’t he saw her face or have he... Have he forgotten her already? The thought left an anguish she couldn’t brushed from her chest. It was a painful precipice, a piece to which at far end was itched on her soul. Shattering it into piece, only if she really get drown towards those reverie that keeps devouring he alive again. 

“That explains then.” That seems to work. “But I am not Tarik.” He added with a laugh. 

“But you look the same.” She trailed of to voice out her concern. 

“Of course we do.” He chuckled. “We look the same way, because I am him and he was me.”

“Y—you are just—are you two the same?” Her eyes widened as she let out a loud gasp ahead. 

“You guess, but I am not Tarik.” He seems to fancy the appalled expression drawing across her face. “I am his wolf.”

“His wolf.” Devon haven’t had no idea how possible it was. “If that so...if you are not Tarik, then what was your name?”

“I don’t know.” He said. “I wasn’t given any name, I was just a mere beast lying dormant inside of him.”

“Then, that’s just it?” Devon blinked her eyes. 

“That’s just it—”

“What if I give you a name?” She suggested, completely cutting him off from finishing his sentence. 

“What do you mean?” He looks confused. 

Devon gnawed her lips, biting the bottom of it. 

“I was just suggesting whether I could give you a name.” She explained. “You said you didn’t have one, aren’t you?”

“As if I need it.” She saw him looks away. “Once he woke up, I will be gone again on depth, forgotten. Nobody will remember my name, not even the slightest of—”

“I do.” Devon reassured the beast. 

“Then, what name would it be?” He glanced back at her. 

“I don’t know, but I wanted to name you Havoc.” It just came out of the blue as if it was pulled out of nowhere just so she could spill it out. 

“Havoc?” The beast in him uttered, and by the look of it, he seems to fancy the name given by Devon. “I’ll let you name me since I have no choice, through Havoc isn’t really a good name at all.” He clicked his tongue as if to show his displeasure, when the smile, no matter how much he tried to concealed from her sight told her otherwise. 

He likes it, although he won’t just admit it. 

It was kind of ironic how he meet him as Tarik, and now she meet him as well with Havoc, the name she has given to him. If only Devon could stay there but she can’t, and she know why. 

No matter how much the temptation to he together with him is intense, she could not let herself to do so. Zachary would seek for her the moment he came back, and if he find her there, it would be a chaos, a revelation she wasn’t ready yet to tell him that he isn’t just the only mate she have. And to fuelled the fire, the fact that she could have gotten in trouble for being there, when everyone were asked to stay on their consecutive quarters. 

Havoc may have notice the sudden troubles that filled her face. 

“Is there a problem?” He pry. 

Funny how they could talked normally to which even he was confused. When he saw the Queen, a he felt was Tarik’s anger, his wrath, both of their grudge that was keep, and was continuously lashing out. However, when it was this woman. Neither had he felt any threat, but there is this warm he could felt his insides was thriving for. It was much more confusing and it spread more the moment she named him.

Havoc. He won’t voice it out, but he likes being called Havoc. It was the first time, no—it was his first time having a name of. But the warn sensation did not last long when he saw her stood up from where she was outside of his cell. 

“I needed to go.” Devon said, hesitating. 

“Why?” The expression on Havoc’s face changes. “Couldn’t you stay?”

“No matter how much I wanted to, I can’t.” She bite her lips. “But don’t worry.” Their eyes meet. “I’ll be back tomorrow first hand in the morning.”

“Will you promise?” Havoc searched through her eyes. 

Devon smiled at him and nodded her head.

“I promised.” She smiled warmly at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Havoc.”

And with that said, Devon turned her back, and leave. She did not look back in fear that if she does then she wouldn’t be able to leave, but choose to stay to where he was. 

She can’t. She can’t yet, but she meant the words she say. She will see him tomorrow. 

On the other hand, Havoc watched her silhouette disappeared from his sight. 

“Goodbye to you as well.” He said, quite recalling that he haven’t gotten her name yet, but perhaps tomorrow he’ll do. 

With that said, a small smile was left on his lips coming from the encounter to which both had least expected to. 

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