THE REJECTED LUNA'S FATE.

Chapter 3

My room had become my solemn space after I lost my parents. I still had their pictures on the painted walls of my room and I looked at them with tears in my eyes whenever I got molested by my foster parents. The room was dark after the candle had I left inside went off; but that didn't bother me much. I was more troubled that I flared up in anger and left the living room after dad, forced me to be mated to Lycan Nathan. I was tensed because it was the first time I walked out of him.

When I entered my room, I could barely see through, but the moonlight that streamed through the open window of the room aided my sight. I saw my shadow dominating a larger part of the wall. I didn't know whether to cry or hurt myself. My heart was truly broken. I wished that I could make my own choices.

I couldn't sleep after the argument I had earlier with my dad. I was also hoping that someone could comfort me, but no one could. It was at this moment that I missed my parents. And if they were alive, I would be preparing to take over as the Luna. I had already accepted my fate, and I knew that I had no chance than to marry Lycan Nathan. It was a decision borne out of a condition, that I had to be free and I needed to. As I tried to lay my head on the bed, mom opened the door and walked inside. My heart thumped but I was not been scared of her. She was still humanly unlike her husband but was willing to put her daughter in the limelight first.

‘Why is your room so dark honey?’

‘I choose to live in it like this’ I said rudely

‘Are you still angry at what your dad said?

‘Why does dad forces me to do everything’

‘Is it because I have no natural powers?’

She walked up to where I sat and crouched next to me, curling her hands round my shoulder. She has never done this to me, but I was curious, I knew that softness means a desire

‘Don’t say that honey, you are special’

‘Dont lie to me mummy, I'm not’

‘You are honey, maybe now, hut you have an hidden power’

‘Yes dear, no werewolf have ever birthed a powerless werewolf’

‘When do I get to have it’

Sooner there, sooner’ she smiled.

I shifted my gaze and looked into her blue eyes. It had never truer but now,it gave me warmth and hope.

‘it’s my wish for you to be happy’

‘does marriage determine happiness?’

‘Yes, it does! By marrying Lycan Nathan would mean a lot.

‘Are you sure I'm making a right decision?’

She paused for a long time, lookef at me, thinking of what to say

‘Yes, dear, it is a good decision’

‘Mom good night, I'm feeling sleepy’ I felt tired of her company

I watched her walked past in the room. I had lied for the pleasure of lying. I wanted to be left alone to think. I had always been left to myself, sulking behind her doors and often times crying. I didn't actually want this kind of life for my self, but I had to do it. My parents would be happy wherever they were. I'm being mated to a Lycan king and it's their dream as they have always wished for me. The sad tale was that they were not here to witness this happiness that had enveloped me completely.

I was worried because I had heard much about Lycan kings that they had many wives and Lycan Nathan wasn't going to be different. I still wondered how my father sticked to a single wife which was my mother. I wasn't too suprised either because Lycan Nathan already had many wives and was waiting for me to join the numbers. I was going to be one of them, that was why I agitated against marrying him. I loved and admired him but I had never thought that I will be mated to him. I was perfect to be left alone all by myself. It was getting late and I was wondering if Nathan had left.

I couldn't stay with him because I was still furious. How could he have slept with my cousin on his first visit? Anger burned inside me. I couldn't get over the images I saw in Shelia’s room. I also felt that Shelia was so greedy to have slept with him. I knew that she did that for her selfish interest.

I had worried so much that I almost weaned out sitting on the bed and looking through the window, admiring the moon. It seemed as though the gazing of the moon, helped me remember lots of things, My thoughts were arranged in a string of bent hope. I yawned as I was already feeling sleepy hoping tonight not to have another nightmare. I left the window opened and crouched on the side of the bed that allowed me peer through the window.

As I lay still, I felt an heavy hand on my aist as the breeze quivered on my naked skin. I had always slept naked, as regards to the fact that I was a werewolf.