His Accidental Luna

HER NEARING FREEDOM

CHAPTER 50: HER NEARING FREEDOM

“Can you smell that?” Zephyr let out a breathe, her lips curling into a small smile. 

To what smell she was speaking radiated from the curse she had given before. The same curse, the darkness to which seems starting to appealed—attest to where it has been left to as the moon was painted blood before. Devoured, when the newly born infant she do not yet know nor have seen has been mark as the one who would be Zephyr’s gateway out from this abyss. This prison to where she has being held behold and conformed wouldn’t last long anymore. Through that person, she brew the chalice of curse. She offered the Gods a prophecy for Zephyr being disown and forsaken. 

She chuckled. 

They should wait and see. After the blood moon revive through the horizon, her curse would take full effect, and nobody.... Nobody would be able to stop Zephyr at that point. 

Abaddon shook his head as he stared at her. 

“You still do not learn your lesson, aren’t you Zephyr?” He said, to which the latter only laughs off. 

Regardless of the burnt mark that was still healing—Zephyr unlike before seems unbothered. It was as if she had gotten used to of the punishment. The pain resembling that she should suffered, but it was different from what was taking place. 

“It was you who will learn your lesson son, Abaddon.” Zephyr uttered through with certainty, assured that all her plans will come to life again. But this time she would investable to whereas no one could stop her. By doing so, Zephyr would make sure to punish everyone—to make the Gods, and especially the Kingdom to suffered. She’ll make them beg. On their knees, she’ll took lives to impaled affiliated torments that she had gone through during her imprisonment in abyss. But that won’t just end there, Zephyr have also a plan to take over the Alps—to where all the Supreme being are. She will be unstoppable towards the extent that the world would fear and be scared of her. 

“Don’t talk so sure, Zephyr.” Abaddon warned her. His eyes narrowed, but he couldn’t punish her yet at that moment. She had just gone through the flames ignited earlier. But he knew she was up to something. Abaddon saw her deeds and he’s no fool at what a she is capable of. “Sometimes when you fly higher, it would be more severe as you fall when you lost the ability to spread your wings again. Your expectations will be the one that will hurt you, and assured you, it doesn’t feel good at all—”

“Just like what you expected before that you are the one who is going to raise in the throne, Abaddon?” With that said, she cut him off, and surely Zephyr had hit something deeper on the Giant’s chest. 

His expression soon changes. Darkness loomed on his eyes. 

“You don’t know anything.” Through gritted teeth, he said. “Don’t speak as if you were there, when you know nothing, Zephyr.”

“But that was the rumour, isn’t it?” The mockery is present on her lips, grinning—gratified at the expression to which she was seeing from his face. “You do not need to hide it, you know. Everyone knew how expectant you are only for the Gods of the Underworld to have a bastard mounted his throne.”

And what she said was right. 

Abaddon wasn’t sypposrd6to guard Abyss. He is presuppose to be the ruler of the underworld, but that doesn’t happen. A pure blood who was given the duty to guard abyss instead of. And the one who had taken the throne was a half-blood God, a hybrid to which has been revealed during the day of coronation. Of course it was an abomination, nobody could have accepted the decision, they reckon that it was a shame. How can a human lead? How can a hybrid maintain the peace to which he haven’t had been put through before? And of course Abaddon unlike any other Gods—there’s no turmoil he came after to berserk. He accepted it as if he knew that it will going to happen, even if its is not. But that doesn’t mean it does not ruin his expectations just like what he was trying to tell Zephyr. 

However, Zephyr herself—no matter how much she fell already or no matter how much she continuously failed—a failure, never had she gave up. Zephyr was always on the track to know what she wants. She was always chasing after what her heart desires. That’s what kind of God she is to which Abaddon could see and read through her. 

His fuelled wrath disseminated. It was in fact evidently right that Zephyr was trying to provoke him, but for what? 

Abaddon chuckled. The smile on Zephyr’s face disappeared. 

“What?” She eyed him rather curiously, frowning on why he was not showing any hint or even a slightest of fury. 

It doesn’t make sense at all. 

“Are you not mad?” She tried her hardest, but Abaddon shows none of sort that she was expecting ahead of. 

Abaddon stop chuckling. Both of their eyes meet. 

“Do you really think you could make a fool out of me, Zephyr?” He asked, eyeing her suspiciously as he chuckled. “Do you think I was like those dogs of yours who would seek and avenge the right that was taken from me?”

Zephyr did not speak, and so he continue. But Abaddon could tell how right his guesses was. It all shows on her face. 

“Don’t underestimate me, Zephyr.” Abaddon’s face hardened. “I wasn’t like the greedy little dogs of yours, remember that.”

With that said, he turned his back and leave. 

On the other hand, Zephyr’s expression was priceless. She couldn’t admit that Abaddon was kind of harder to pursue than what she thought. Then, her pursuit wouldn’t be easy, but that doesn’t mean, she would just gave it all out. Of course, she have store something for him—to which he won’t be able to reject this time. 

Her ace. She thought, chuckling. 

Her laughter roaring inside her cell, indicating that she have all plan ahead and Zephyr would watch them burnt. 

On the other hand, back in the Kingdom of Devonshire, Devon couldn’t sleep. Deprive from the dreams that she no longer had the ability to run away from. They were too deep, buried in depth and now they were all coming back to her. But to what extent she couldn’t understand was there’s this restless feeling looming inside of her chest. It was intense to which Devon had never felt before.

Her head whipped across to the empty bed beside her. But what made Devon more restless was the fact that she was all alone there. 

“I need you.” She gnawed her lips, and felt the empty space indicating that Zachary haven’t been there yet. He haven’t come back yet for no apparent reason to what she could tell. 

Her eyes sullen. She was saddened by the fact to which she cannot just brushed off. 

She let out a sigh, and lie back again only to get woken up by the sudden shook she felt, and her wolf that was continuously facing back and forth inside her head. 

“What’s the problem?” She asked. 

What could had been wrong with her? Devon couldn’t help, but thought of it, but her wolf did not answer, it was clawing as if seeking an exit to take over her body, to which she was still in controlled over. It did not glance at him, but whimper. Its whimpers to which made her chest beat, but for what? Zachary isn’t hurt, is he? Because if he is, regardless of not being fully naked, of course Devon would technically felt it, but nothing. There’s no pain or any sort of that could tell her but unbeknownst to her, something—no, there is a force which seems to be urging her to leave her room at this hour.

It was ridiculous! She wasn’t supposed to leave the room especially at night, because of how strict the Palace was unlike the Reinsworth kingdom. 

But long before she knew it, she was already outside of her door. 

Her eyes widened. 

“What did you just do?” She whispered to herself, castigating her wolf, but it was her meek cry to what really left her confused. 

It churned her insides. Confounded for no apparent reason to which Devon couldn’t tell at all. But it seems like her wolf wouldn’t let herself sleep at night. She heard a sigh. If she wanted some peace, she might at least lessen what was causing her anxiety, if ever she was anxious at all. 

“Okay.” Devon said, looking back and forth and feeling the corridor to where room was just in case there would be guards upcoming or rounding across. If she was find out there, she’ll get punished, regardless of being a guest brought by Zachary herself. There wouldn’t be any exemption and the mere thought made her shudder, but Devon was left with no option at all. “I’ll do what you wanted for once, but just this time.” She added.

This seems to be understood by her wolf. Her restlessness seems to loosen a bit. She was purring before she guided Devon throughout the way. 

To where she 3as being headed to, she had no idea. The Palace walls stood adjacent to her. Careful not to make any noise as they walked past some rooms then onwards they reached a stairs. The staircase to WHICH Devon could tell was leading somewhere deeper. Unlike the corridors there are no light, not even a slightest of luminosity she could see. Adherent that made her chest thump, fearful at whatever she might have seen down below. 

“Are you sure that this is where you wanted to go?” She gulps, asking her wolf whether she was certain to which she had earned a response that it was. 

Devon isn’t scared of the dark, but what made her fearful was the unknown she may found there. 

Mustering her courage, Devon began walking. Stepping carefully as she used her ability to see in the darkness.

But she shuddered. Shivering when a sudden coldness took a hold of her. Barefooted as she haven’t notice which only made the feeling worst. Her teeth chattered, rubbing her arms across to her as she hug herself, but there’s something on it that seems to ask—asking to be explored, the fervour so intense that no matter how much she wanted to turned her back and leave she couldn’t. Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean Devon isn’t familiar with a place like this. 

She have seen one before on their pack house. To where the cell lies, she could have sworn that it was a dungeon. But why was it here? She thought. To all of the places whereas it could be, why it was put there underneath the Devonshire Kingdom. Are they concealing something that there people had not yet seen? Devon was bottled by the thought, too lost when she sidestep, slipping through as she missed on stair. 

“O—Oh god!” Devon silently scream, but she had never been grateful that she was a wolf, because during that critical moment—with her fast reflexes, Devi managed to rescue herself from falling ahead by landing on all fours on the ground. With her strength, she was able to change her position through mid-air. 

“That was close.” She let out a sigh of relief, but that doesn’t end there. 

Her shock to no extent the moment she heard a growl, but what more. Devon was filled with something familiar, a scent to which she thought she won’t be able to smell all over again. 

Her chest raked. The fast heartbeat indicates the longings as her wolf howled. 

Devon’s lips quivered. Her knees wobbled the moment she lifted her head only to be greeted by a sight she didn’t know whether she should be afraid of, happy or not. 

There in front of her was standing a man who fills her dreams.

“Tarik...” Devon trailed off as she uttered underneath her breathe.

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