His Accidental Luna

A MOTHER'S TORMENT

CHAPTER 49: A MOTHER'S TORMENT

Nerissa couldn't hold back her tears upon finding out Tarik on such state. Her soft sobs she was trying to hold back, but she couldn't. How can she not cry, when he was there implicate, suffering towards something to which he isn't supposed. How can she tell him that it was just because her, and his father, the king choose for him to get borne, and not get killed? It was hard as a mother. It was breaking her heart, leaving Nerissa with her already shattered soul. Saddened by what he has become, and the gap to which Tarik had placed between them. 

The pools of her eyes brimmed with tears. Nerissa covered her mouth, while her eyes roamed across to him.

"Tarik..?" She trailed off, careful as she took hesitant steps.

There inside of the dungeon was the son she was trying to save. Both of his wrist are chained across, reddish in colour as the silver metal burnt his skin. His eyes are dark-darkening for whatever emotions, the storm brewing inside of him. He looks messy. Disoriented as he seems to be fighting over to his beast, to which disheartened Nerissa. It was because no matter how much she wanted to help, she couldn't. She wouldn't be able to as Tarik would only settled for another berserk that would only hurt him in the process. It wasn’t unbearable, far beyond from what Nerissa could take.

With her calls, Tarik slowly lifted his head.

“M—mother...” He was breathing harder, breathless as it seems.

He was clenching his jaw, gnawing his lips as it slightly bleeds.

“It’s alright.” She tried to sit with the pain, but Nerissa couldn’t.

She wanted to say that it will be alright, but now. She knew that it wouldn’t be. 

Nerissa slowly inched closer, but she did not want inside. She sit outside of his cell and keep her kind ewes to him.

“H—how—” She cleared her throat to lessen the trembles from her lips. Gathering the strength, although forceful, and coercive, but she needed it. “How are you feeling, my son?”

She was searching, looking through his eyes, but the more she does, the more it was becoming more harder for Nerissa. If only, if only there’s a way for her to help Tarik. Of only she could took away whatever was trying to make him suffer. If only. She thought. 

“Lost...” He uttered. “I am lost, mother...”

“How lost are you, Tarik?” Nerissa hid on depth the anguish she felt. 

But to what he said next left her baffled, perplexed as neither she had been expecting that word to come from his lips. 

“I was chained...and we wanted her... “ Tarik said, howling a distress towards the her he was speaking of. “We...lost her, mother.”

“H—her?” Her face was totally contorted by shock. 

It was the first time Tarik had shown interest towards the opposite s*x, if she is a wolf, then to a female wolves as never had he express before. Her mouth parted, agape lips to show her shock. Dumbstruck even the two guards and her servants from behind. 

“Your majesty...” Lila trailed off. 

“I know.” That was the only thing Nerissa could utter as they listen. 

And it seems like Tarik has been dwelled deeper, his conscious chained and so it was his beast who was expressing the confirmed feelings he have inside of his chest. 

Nerrisa’s face hardened. That her. Her son.... That her might have been the reason on why he do not fancy the tradition anymore. Hope blooms inside her chest. To when she did not expect that her son would find his mate, and then this happens. Gineva’s warnings came fruitless, she knew—even she knew that Nerissa would do all means for Tarik. 

And she would take this chance to save him, and find the mate that could take away the darkness he was plunged into. The misfortunes of fate he has been born alongside with. 

“Tarik.” She calls. Her voice came softer, and she was eyeing him with the desire to pulled him out, drag him out from this unnerving darkness, because Nerissa knew that once she failed, Tarik would be lost, he would be forever chained towards the abyss that was trying to devoured him multiple times. “What does she looks like?” Nerissa added. 

She needed to know. She needed to find out who was his mate. Unbeknownst to her that she is much closer than she ever thought she is. On the Palace walls to where she had welcomed her earlier alongside with the vampires.

Devon—to which she has been known as Luna Cassandra Drossel before. 

“She’s a beautiful wolf, mother...” Tarik shut down both of his own orbs as of reminiscing their encounter. The soft small contain on his lips seems contagious as Nerissa found herself smiling as well. 

To see her son happy warm her heart. It was something to which she have always keep in her memories. Their smile she treasure the most, thinking that in spite of their tradition, they still manage to find the joy that they never had before. 

When she did not speak, Tarik continue. 

“—she was weak, mother, but I was there, I protect her.” He said proudly, brimming as if it was one of the great things he had ever done although he have so much on her plate to where the Kingdom has always been proud of even her. Looked as a strong warrior who lead victories, a royal blood who face no fears nor had he been scared of death. He stood against unjust treatment, and with Tarik, the peace flourish in Devonshire Kingdom. 

He is the admired Prince, the second born, yet their people haven’t had no idea how much he has been suffering just so he could contain what they ere thriving for. The peace they had wouldn’t be there, if it wasn’t for Tarik. He faced storms. He drives through danger, but when it was him who is going to ask for a mere happiness—to have a little bit of choice, now, he couldn’t, because the choices may either put everyone in danger. To choose what his heart desire would put the Devonshire Kingdom into a predicament that was much harder than they thought it would be. 

Unknowingly, Nerissa opened her mouth and uttered, “Do you miss her?”

To which she was oblivious that it would earn a whimper from her son. He was whimpering through the pain that may have been redirected to her. She didn’t know the story, how did they meet and a lot of, but it seems like—Nerissa could guess that something happened. 

“I...hurt her.” He howled, and his mere howl had the power to shook the ground, the Palace to which the dust fall on that place. The dungeon in a bleak darkness, but it doesn’t bother them at all. What bottled her was how she is going to retrieve Tarik again. 

“How did you hurt her?” Careful with her words, Nerissa pry and peer. 

But Tarik did not speak any, but chuckled. 

This made her frowns. Is there’s something funny from what she said? She have no idea. 

“What’s wrong—”

But he cut her off. 

“It was you, it was all your fault!” Suddenly, the warmth radiating from Tarik lashed out into a wrath to which had she never expected to see from his eyes. Beheld lament as he tried to lunged at her, but the chains are holding him back. 

“Your majesty!” The guards quickly run to her sides and help he rout on her feet. 

Nerissa’s chest thumped loudly. It was beating fast, but one thing was running inside her head. If Tarik isn’t tied, nor had he been locked up inside that cell, she knew that it was possible—plausible for the son she treasure the most to jumped out and let out all his anger, the grudge he kept inside him. 

“Are you alright, your majesty?” Worried, Lilac asked. 

But Nerissa was left tongue tied. She had no words to say, nor could she muster the courage to do so. 

Her eyes were just all trained to Tarik who was eyeing her with great anger, blaming her to remind Nerissa that it was really her fault. 

Tears streamed on her eyes. Panic seize the servant. 

“I’m sorry...” Miserably, she uttered. 

And at that exact moment, Luther showed up. Shrewd worries that had let him down below only to get stunned at the scene to which had greeted his eye. The Queen was crying, and his second son was tied on the walls with bleeding wrist, and burnt skin to whereas the metal had lay its silver surface. Same with Nerissa, he was also too stunned to speak, but it didn’t prolongs. His face hardened, before she knew it, the guards and Lilac was already giving him way as he tried to where the Queen was. 

Luther joined Nerrisa without hesitating, he placed his arms around his wife and pulled her across his chest. Teat-stricken, her cries made his own beast whimpered. Her pain was their own anguish, and her tears even shared to them was their own distress. Both him and her feelings were connected, one of the reason perhaps to why he knew that something is wrong while he was there, sitting on his throne, while she is not back yet after she excuse herself, only to felt a searing that doesn’t much hurt them, and so they knew that it wasn’t them who had that pain, but their other half. And so Luther isn’t mistaken at all. 

“I—I’m sorry.” Nerissa cries her heart out. 

“It’s alright, my queen.” Luther brushed her hair, and coaxed whatever she may have been suffering onto. 

His eyes soft, but it show as well as remorse. 

He couldn’t bear seeing her blaming herself from something to which she had never done in the first place. It was never her fault to begins with. They were just a victim of fate that has been too cruel for them. The mercy it had not given them, neither to their own child who carry the curse of the prophesied God. Zephyr would come through her, and this is the sign that the darkness, the uncontrolled beast that he would become would soon devoured him until none of Tarik was left. His remnants that was possible to get forgotten. Lost in depth until he was trapped through what it has been said through the prophecy that has been foresaw for a very long time ahead. 

His teeth clenched. 

Nerissa was moaning until slowly she became tired. The weariness to may have come affront to settled her on an unfathomable sleep to which she could rest of. Her voice turned low, and her breathe came calm and composed. 

Luther sighs, while Lilac pry in worries to why was the Queen was lying there still on his chest. 

“Is the Queen alright, your majesty?” The guards even asked. 

“She will be for a while.” As long as she was sleep, he knew that Nerissa would be alright, but the moment she woke up, all the wounds and scars that she was trying to forget would all came back, much with a force that would turn the cycle all over again, repeating as it does. 

Soon enough, his eyes turned towards Tarik, who was still growling adherently. His eyes express pure darkness, it was changing colour, and of course it also hurt him to see his son this way. But way can he do? Tarik is cursed, and so was their bloodline. The happiness to where Luther thrive both of his son won’t be able to have. 

Their eyes meet, Tarik and his orbs connect. To what he didn’t expect, he opened his mouth, “It’s your fault.” And Luther haven’t had any idea whether it was Tarik or the beast who was speaking to him. 

His eyes soften, the hardened masked he conjured as a facade breaks away. 

“I’m sorry, my son.” Bitterly, that was the only thing he had uttered before he stood up and turned his back towards the remorse he couldn’t admit to his heir. 

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