Mating Enigma Of The Luna

Chapter 2

Easton 's smooth voice murmured, "Hello, darling," making her retreat a step.

Indira’s mind was racing. After a terrible hug in bed, her husband's warm body, and the glittering flames of his hard stare were the last things she recalled. She reflected on the gentle frown and the comforting warmth of his hand on her waist.

Easton continued, "Well?"

Indira felt chills run up and down her body at the sound of his voice. His suspicious eyes darted over her snow-white shoulders. He took a bold step forward, his pigeon-blood eyes darting suspiciously at her.

Vampire.

Indira stutters "H-hello," hoping her hesitant greeting will put him off. It did.

Easton halted for a moment.

Indira averted her fearful gaze from Lochan ' scowl. Her grandma's best pal Easton was a close family friend. Since human households needed a supernatural sponsor—ideally noble vampires—to defend their companies from the empire, House Levi shielded House Lochan and made it possible for them to flourish. Easton , the second son of the Lochan family, was the age of forty and the family's savior.

Matriarch Lochan mumbled, "What is with all that noise?" as she observed the same disorderly crowd congregating at the forest's edge.

Easton told Indira to "ignore it" when he saw her finally look around. The man halted. The rumors ours about her purple eyes being a portent were spot on.

Easton 's brows knit as he met her unyielding gaze. His thick mustache and stealthy frame were endearing if he weren't old enough to be her father.

When Lochan said, "Indira , bow," she meant it.

Indira curtsied to him, proving to everyone in the room that she was the one who had been picked. Within seconds, his crimson gaze had penetrated her still-dead, wary exterior. Her breath caught as she realized he was a nighttime monster.

Easton took her hand and kissed her knuckles, his dry lips lingering too long. "Marvelous ," he said.

Indira recoiled in horror, as if his saliva contained a deadly toxin. His sharp, predatory fangs gleamed as he hissed. She couldn't bring herself to move, even though her leg was itching to reach for the family heirloom wedged between his thighs.

Matriarch Lochan smiled broadly for all to see and announced, "He's selected you during the ceremony."

Liar. Matriarch Lochan 's decision to send Indira to the ritual was puzzling to Indira because she knew her grandmother hated both werewolves and vampires. Matriarch Lochan had already planned for the family to meet the requirement and bring Indira to their choosing, even though the actual selection process had not yet begun.

Smart.

Easton boastfully declared, "I hereby declare you my tribute."

Complaints floated through the air, drawing a scornful look from Easton before he seized her. They were dragged into a tent with a canopy, where they saw Patriarch Levi waiting. The next step remained unclear.

Indira spotted a corrupt priest inside the tent with a Bible. The wedding was scheduled for the day her spouse had died. Weird as it may sound, what was wrong with these folks?!

Indira felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she bit her lip and blinked them away. She ought to be in grieving for her late spouse, not planning her wedding.

The distant sound of bustle returned. She watched as the strong Alphas faltered and blanched at their Beta's remarks and the Vampires swiftly turned to their advisors in amazement through the flapping tent opening.

"When the ceremony ends," Matriarch Lochan stated coolly, indifferent to the unfolding drama. As of right now, the marriage between Indira of House Lochan and Madhur Andricia is null and void, and our two families will be merged into one.

Indira sucked her gum. What would Madhur think?

Easton snarled at a white-faced Indira , "A widow to a courted woman all in one day, you should feel grateful to have me." What was wrong with this woman?

They invited both sets of parents and siblings. The Decade Honours Ceremony had not yet concluded. However, Easton had brought Indira to the vampire side on purpose so that she would be the centre of attention. He planned to display his public courtship of Indira for all to see.

Despite this, Easton vanished out of sight without a trace. She was at a table with a group of vampires who were all staring at her.

Indira looked like a prisoner as she sat on her chair. Perhaps a prison would be preferable to this. She felt like vampires were watching her from every direction. The ritual itself was making her feel queasy.

Out in the open, members of House Lochan and House Levi mingled as though Indira had never been married before, their laughter and conversation filling the air.

Earlier in the day, Easton made them take vows in front of a bribed priest who claimed he worshipped the Old Gods until he was presented with gold, at which point he abruptly abandoned his former religion.

The only eyewitness was Eve, the matriarch. Mother Lochan ensured that no one would find out about what had happened.

Indira whispered to herself as she watched Easton talk to another young woman, "W-what is grandmother thinking?" When she was by herself, she never stuttered.

Lochan , the matriarch, was concerned about keeping her commitment to Easton to marry Indira a secret.

Indira knew better than to assume that. The bald man was the only one Lochan cared about, so she made sure everyone knew Indira was still "unwed."

At that moment, he heard a voice say, "I want that one," and he turned to his advisor.

The fearful Indira froze.

"She seems to have been taken, my lord."

When asked by his counsellor, "Is she marrying him?" he questioned the obvious.

"No, my lord, but he certainly seems to be courting her. Look around."

Flowers were strewn over the spacious courtyard in an effort to lift the gloomy mood. The hills were covered with threatening storm clouds, and the sky was a dull grey. At the event, not a single bird took to the air.

There was not a single sunny moment to receive the tributes. As though the gods felt sorry for them.

Finally returning to his seat, Easton chastised, "Madhur was a horrible human lucky to have you, but the bastard died shortly after pumping into you. He rubbed his chin and smiled as he watched his reserved candidate wince.

Beautiful and intelligent women from House Lochan were renowned to marry into high social circles. Because their social networks were too superior to ignore, marrying an Lochan was like winning the lottery.

Easton remarked, "You ought to be grateful to me." I'm not quite as low as your horrible spouse; I've heard he has no emotions and doesn't care about anyone, not even his own parents.

Indira’s body tensed. She knew everything about the gossip surrounding her dead husband, Madhur. His tragic upbringing, so the story goes, made him a heartless killer. There was no sign of feeling on his face.

Not a single item could capture his heart. Lacking any sort of affection. He was ruthless and cold-blooded in his killings.

"Madhur would have been disfigured too from whatever unspecified battle he was in," Easton rambled. In addition to "bloody murder" screams in the middle of the night, "he would be scarred by scars, his skin burned with boils worse than the pox."

Indira whispered, "I'd comfort h-him." I would feel his sorrow and share it, but I would double your suffering times only to see you go through it.

Easton jumped out of his seat in alarm, his eyes glowing a bright crimson. This w***e just said what? His father warned him and seized his hand before he could act. They could have tortured her for all of time and space.

Indira sucked her gum. She felt brave for a second, but then quickly began to regret it.

Easton grunted, "Anyway." All werewolves are aggressive males who take their rage out on their women if they are not fated mates, therefore "he would have beaten you too."

Madhur was a rough sleeper, but Indira remembered that it wasn't on purpose. She was in excruciating pain, yet he was there to comfort her and dry her tears. Indira had heard that men just took and never gave in bed, but Madhur was a far cry from what she had heard.

Madhur's big hands probed Indira’s garden surprisingly gently, slowly and softly, until she gave in to his seduction. His eyes blazed with rage as he observed her firm hold on his muscular bicep.

Sneering, "Disgusting mutts," was how Easton described them.

Matriarch Lochan returned to the table where the newlyweds' primary families were sitting and said, "What was that crazy commotion just now?" "Must have seen a new face in society among the tributes, like our Indira who has seldom stepped outside the house," said one character.

When Easton raised an eyebrow, Lochan , the Matriarch of the family, switched topics.

Next to Indira , Matriarch Lochan said, "That useless mongrel never deserved the prestige of House Lochan ' name."