Chasing the Runaway Luna

Chapter 8

ARABELLA

I am just doing everything I can to save us Aurora. We can’t trust anyone…even our own mate. We should depend on each other and not on anyone else.

Still no response.

She’s really mad.

I never thought my wolf would act this way. I had been wanting to meet her. I longed for her. I thought if we met we would be each other’s companions but it turns out her loyalty would lie with our mate and not with me.

“Fine! You don’t want to talk to me? Then don’t! I have lived without you for so many years! I am used to living as wolfless!”

I marched towards the porch and directed all my frustration at the huge wooden door. I slammed it hard venting all my anger to an innocent door that didn’t do anything to me.

I slammed it again only for it to be pulled open and I ended up on the cold marbled floor.

“I thought you preferred sleeping in the car. I never thought you were fond of sleeping on the floor too,” Lucien spoke, a cocky smile curling on his lips while watching me lying on the floor.

I clenched my fists and quickly stood up.

“What?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Why are you glaring at me?”

I didn’t speak but I was already murdering him inside my head. I was tearing off his skin and twisting his head. If the entire kingdom wouldn’t come after me, I would have dug my claws into his throat until every drop of blood drained from his body.

“I am talking to you rogue. Why are you glaring at me? Are you mad that I left you in the car? Do you expect me to carry you like what you’ve seen in those corny movies,”

I would never understand you, Aurora. I would never understand Moon Goddess for tying me to a man like him. I can’t stand him even just for a few minutes and the Moon Goddess wants me to spend the rest of my life with him? Hell no! I would rather live mateless!

Should I just go back to Adrian? Should I just beg for his forgiveness? He just acted that way because his mad. He thought I hurt his mate and their baby but if he calmed down I think he would listen to me. Then what would happen after? It’s not like he would choose me over Stephanie. He already chose her even before he found out that she’s pregnant what more now that they're expecting a child.

I meant nothing to him now.

“Are you crying?” Lucien looked at me in disbelief.

I didn’t even notice the tears that cascaded down my cheeks. I hate that it was sinking in again. How helpless I am. How I was easily thrown out after everything that I have done. And I hate the fact that I don’t even have a choice.

My vision turned blurry but I saw how Lucien’s playful demeanor had vanished. His irises turned darker and a ghost of a smile couldn’t even be seen.

“Were you hurt?”

I didn’t respond not because I don’t want to but because I can’t. The lump that formed in my throat made it hard for me even to breathe.

All I could do was cry in front of him. Out of frustration with Aurora. Out of anger over everything they have done.

His gaze lingered on my face before it was brought down to my body until it landed on my feet.

I saw how his jaw hardened and without warning he picked me up off the floor and carried me in bridal style.

“What the f**k are you doing?!” I shouted out of shock.

I started hitting his chest demanding him to put me down but his hold just tightened. He kept on walking and completely ignored me.

From this angle, I could see his sharp jaw. The veins on his neck were popping out and his chest was dramatically falling and rising with every breath he took.

He started walking on the stairs like I weighed nothing. I am not that thin but he carries me like I am a feather.

I have no idea where he plans to bring me. Probably to lock me in one of the rooms upstairs so I wouldn’t escape. And I am just letting him. It’s not like I have a choice.

I was expecting him to throw me inside and slam the door in my face but Lucien carefully carried me to the bed.

He made me sit on the edge while he went inside a door, probably a bathroom and when he came back he was holding a basin with water and a white cloth.

“What are you doing?” I couldn’t help but ask.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he knelt in front of me and gently rested my wounded feet on his lap.

He started wiping it with the white cloth he brought.

“It’s fine…” I tried to pull my feet away but he held my ankle firmly putting my feet in place.

He looks mad with his furrowed brows and clenched jaw but the way he wipes my feet was filled with gentleness.

It wasn’t even that serious. It was just a few cuts from the sharp edges of stones I walked into.

Is this because I cried? Does he think I was crying because of my wounded feet?

“Did you walk barefoot?” he looked at me, eyes still darkened.

I slowly nodded. All the frustration and anger I felt towards him suddenly vanished into thin air.

Does he care about me? Is he angry because I got myself hurt? Was he… concerned? Is this what Aurora meant—that Lucien can’t kill us because he is our mate? He couldn’t stand seeing me hurt, so he wouldn’t dare to kill me… right?

“Take care of yourself,” he said, his tone was firm and cold but I couldn’t help but smile.

“Why?” I teasingly asked. “You can’t stand seeing me hurt?”

His jaw twitched, then he carefully set my feet on the floor and straightened up. Hands slipped into his pockets as he looked down at me. “I don’t want to present a wounded bride to my father. You should be flawless… Sienna.”