Reborn as the Lycan's mate

Episode6

ELENA’S POV ~

“I…” that was the only word I could think of. A million thoughts raced through my mind. What was I going to tell him? I buried my face, my hand caressing my neck, feeling for the place where the birthmark was supposed to be.

The surrounding air thickened, and his expression went from one of concern to that of suspicion.

“The birthmark,” I muttered, lifting my face and looking back into his ash eyes. “ Must have been taken away by the moon goddess. Maybe it was her way of cleansing me to bring me back,” I responded, hoping he would buy it.

And he did. His brows dropped, and he reached for my hand again. “My bad. I should have thought about that too,” he apologized.

“It’s fine Garrison. I understand,” I responded, feeling the rate of my heart dropping to normal. Another minute of safety earned. I just had to keep up with it for as long as I could. And always think smartly and fast.

Garrison stood up, taking my hand and helping me to my feet. “Come, the hall is full of people waiting to honor and worship you,” he said. I smiled as I took his hand, nodding to hide my reluctance.

“The pack will be excited to see their Luna alive,” he added as we made our way out of the room.

*****

The hall was buzzing with excitement as we entered. Lycan warriors, Lycan mothers, ladies, elders, and children stood scattered in the hall. Their voices echoed in the distant halls of the castle.

The hall fell silent the moment we stepped in. All eyes turned to us. Their gazes were full of admiration and honor. The look in their eyes was enough to tell me how highly respected Rhoda was.

Their murmurings filled the air, and silent whispers of ‘Luna Rhoda’ and ‘the divine Luna’ traveled across my ears with the wind. My heart melted seeing them worship their Luna in such a manner. Or whom they thought their Luna was.

Garrison's hand tightened around mine as he led me to the front. There were three thrones stationed at the end of the hall. All were made of golden spears that glistened as the rays of the sun beat against them.

I was almost blinded by its perfection. It was much bigger than that in Reverie. Made with finer precious stones and color. I let out a sigh as we arrived at the throne.

“Sit,” Garrison’s smiling face appeared before mine, throwing me out of my thoughts. There was a long table stationed below the throne. Not too distant from it. And as my eyes ascended from the table, I saw the perfectly wrapped parcels in almost every hand of those present.

My pulse quickened, and the realization hit me. I wasn’t just a Luna to these people. I’d become their goddess. Their name of worship. How long before they discovered the truth?

Garrison turned to the crowd, clearing his throat. “Today, the goddess has shown us that she is with us!’ He started, his voice as thick as a man on the battlefield. Images of him in the woods on the night of my death started flashing across my mind.

His glowing red eyes, the intensity of the moon, the s***h of his claws against my neck. I shut my eyes to snap those thoughts out of my head. But my killer was standing right before me, addressing me as his mate.

“The moon goddess has given back to us, our Luna, my mate…who was brutally murdered by the werewolves. Luna Rhoda is back from the dead, and here is to honor her return,” he announced.

The doors of the hall burst open, followed by the clang of chains. The lycan guards dragged the werewolves who were captured from the battle into the hall. The hall erupted into cheers, the noise echoing through the stone walls.

My stomach churned as I watched them maltreat my people, my pack. My fingers trembled as they clutched my gown. I sat up, swallowing hard as I watched. And then I saw her. They doctor. She was alive.

I wanted to spring out of the chair and run to her rescue. That was also a stupid idea. I could only sit and watch. Or maybe…interfere.

Garrison looked at me and I forced a smile. He approached me and whispered,” These are your killers, Rhoda. They’re at your mercy,” he said. My eyes flicked from him to the doctor. She was still bleeding. Her skin was pale.

I could hear the chants of the lycans. They wanted them dead. What could happen if I went against their will? I leaned closer to Garrison and responded.

“She’s bleeding. Treat her,”

I saw the shock on his face as he retreated. I stood up, taking his hand. “Trust me,” I added. He nodded, called two of his guards, and sent them to get the doctor. She was taken out of the hall instantly.

The rest of the werewolves were taken to one side of the hall while the lycans presented their gifts at my feet. I excused myself from the hall and Lisa was already standing by my side when I got down from the throne box.

“Take her, Lisa,” Garrison said.

Without a word, she gestured for me to follow her, leading me out of the hall. We took a bend in the hallway and she led me into a passageway that was hidden around a corner. We walked for what felt like minutes, covered in darkness.

“Where are we going?” I asked, reducing my pace as anxiety crept beneath my skin.

“To see the child. We’re going to see your son,” Lisa answered.

My heart leaped into my stomach. The child. Rhoda’s child.

We continued down the tunnel which twisted and turned until I lost track of where we were. We got to a dead end and Lisa pushed a door above us, letting the light in. She picked out two hoods from a nail on the wall and gave one to me.

“No one has to know where the baby is. For all we know, danger is still lurking around the castle, waiting for us to drop our guards,” Lisa said. She sounded like she knew more than what was on the surface.

I might be right after all. She was my starting point. But was I ready to trust her and tell her my true identity?

We crawled out of the tunnel, into the grassland and made a walk for the cabin a few meters away. There was a lady inside when we walked in, and a cradle before her. The soft melancholic cries of a child filled the air.

“Here,” Lisa said, reaching for the boy in the cradle. She placed him down in my arms, and my heart dropped. I fought the urge to look away from his innocent eyes. It felt like they were searching my soul to see if I was truly his mother.

A knock came on the door, snapping our instincts in.

“We’ve been followed,” Lisa announced, her claws snapping out.