Where's my Luna

Chapter 12

Alpha Kael POV

I stared at her waiting for an answer to my question but instead tears streamed down her face, she seems lost in her world of thoughts.

I wondered what exactly this Lucas did to her to cause her so much pain very visible in her expression.

Her eyes held a faraway sad look, she seems to be reminiscing on something; probably what Lucas did to her. I could sense her deep sadness and heartbreak, similar to when I lost Natalie.

“Kaila,” I called but no reply.

“Kaila Jacobs.”

I took a breath and repeated “Kaila Jacobs,” still no reply. She has travelled far into the world of thoughts and just her body that is present in the room with me.

I tried again, called her twice, instead of a reply, the tears gushed out of eyes even more. Confused on how to get her attention, I followed my instinct and tapped her on her shoulder, she jotted out of her sub consciousness. She stared at me, her eyes red and puffy from crying. I opened my mouth to ask if she was okay. Before the question could flow out of my lips, Kaila bent her head, raising her two palms to her face, she started sobbing loudly. I felt a pang of regret for asking her about Lucas. I realized that I might have opened a healing wound. How do I console her? I have never console anyone in my life so I have no freaking idea how to console or sympathized with someone in a sad situation.

Trusting my instinct, I stretched my right hand and gently pat her continuously on her back. The sobbing reduced to an extent. I heaven a sign of relief, only for her cries to increase to high gear. Confused, I was torn between whether to continue patting her back or to completely stop. I chose to continue.

“Hey, it’s okay, stop crying,” I said in an attempt to pacify her but to no avail.

I was tempted to call Ramon and ask for advice on how to stop Kaila from crying but that would bring up different questions and suspension, and nothing will stop him from reaching out to where I am. Discovery this place and Kaila is exactly what I am trying to avoid by all means.

‘What do I do right now?’ I whispered inwardly. My heart cast back to the times when Natalie and I would go for a tour twice in a week around the park. On one particular walk, we had met a pub crying by the roadside; I could remember Natalie holding her close and whispering to her ears, she said, “It’s all right to cry.” Later that night, when I asked why she told the pub to cry instead of stopping her from crying. “Sometimes, we just need to cry it out to feel better, the tears do a lot of wiping away the hurt and the sadness we are feeling at that time. Crying is a therapeutic.” she had replied. I could still remember the golden smile as she said that. A wave of sadness gush through me. If only she had listened to me, she would still be alive. I waved the thoughts off and turned to Kaila.

“It’s all right to cry,” I whispered.

Her loud sob filled the room, seems my words fueled the cries. She cried for a long time, then her loud sob reduced to a whimpered then to a silent sob and finally, silence. I realized I had been patting her whole time. I withdraw my hand while still watching her intensely.

I savored the silence, I had no idea how much I love silence until Kaila stopped crying. Silence is blissful.

She removed her palm from her face and raised her head. Though her eyes are now swollen and puffy, that did nothing to hide her beauty. She looks like a crying beauty. The eye bag seems to make her even more attractive. I opened the drawer connected to bed, one can never notice it at first glance. I took a sky blue handkerchief which had my initials imprinted on it.

“Here,” I said stretching the handkerchief towards her.

She took it, and muttered “thank you.”

She blew her nose unladylike and cleaned her face. I shake my head in disbelief; this something Natalie would never do. She always careful when it comes to behaving like a lady, even though she was Gamma, trained as soldier by her Father from childhood, she was very much demure and ladylike. We entered another feat of golden silence.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered breaking the silence, her voice coarse from crying. “I didn’t mean to make a mess of this,” She chuckled sadly raising the soiled handkerchief.

“Its fine, you can keep it,” I said, I would rather be caught dead than to use the handkerchief again.

We fell into silence again, I was tempted to ask again about Lucas but I can’t deal with another episode of tears.

“Lucas is my mate,” she started as if she had read my mind. I sat up intrigue, questions running through my mind. Did she also lose her mate as I had lost mine? I would rather choose to keep quite than to arise the tears.

“Or rather, was my mate,” she continued, her eyes on the door of the cabin but I doubt if she is actually at the door.

“What happened?” I dared to ask.

“He rejected me,” a lone tears dropped from her eyes.

Who the hell would reject this dead drop gorgeous beauty? Lucas must obviously be blind.

“I loved and still love him, Handsome scarred,” She turned to face me.

The ‘Handsome Scarred’ name, she gave me seems awkward. If only she knew whom she is addressing as sure. I am certain Ramon would love to have her head on a slate if he ever hears of it.

“I thought he loved me, I was certain he did. He had always treated me specially from when we were still pubs. I was grateful when the moon goddess paired us together. What changed?” she asked staring at me.

I had no idea how to answer that so we sat in silence.

“Can I get a hug?” I raised my head in shocked.