The Slave Who Owned The Moon

CHAPTER 7

DARIAN

I never thought I was ever going to say something like this.

But I'm f****d. Literally. Stuck in an impossible situation, and it was giving me a damn headache.

In a cruel twist of fate, I just had to meet my destined mate on the day of my mating ceremony with my arranged mate. If that's not the definition of messed up, then I don't know what is.

To make matters worse, she wasn't a member of The Grayhide Pack. She was a rogue wolf. I wiped out her bloodline, and as the sole survivor, she became a slave to my pack.

I didn't bother to find out who the survivor was in the first instance. I never bothered myself with slaves, and now, I wish she had remained hidden.

Because this feeling inside me was killing me. I had already rejected her, so why do I still feel like there is an invisible string pulling us together?

She was so close and yet so far. All I want to do is to pull her into my arms and kiss her till she runs out of breath.

I know it's wrong to have those feelings. I already had a mate, but as a wolf, it was hard to ignore my destined mate. The moon goddess played a nasty game on me, choosing her as my mate.

Before her, I didn't have a problem with Evelara. She was pragmatic and good with pack politics, which was a good quality required of a Luna.

I didn't necessarily like her, but she looks good by my side, and the elders like her. She had the stomach for how nasty the pack politics can get, so she was the best choice for me since I had already given up on finding my mate in this lifetime.

Now she was in the picture, and I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do.

Then, Lucian had to go and ignite my jealousy by requesting her. A rage I've never felt before stirred in me when he said that, my wolf itching to jump out, but he's my brother, so I controlled myself.

Lucian can be very secretive with his feelings, so I don't know what he was thinking when he made that absurd request, but I wasn't going to sit back and let him do whatever he wished.

Not when I’m still the alpha.

I left the kitchen after a not-so-productive talk with Amaya. I spent most of the time trying not to cross the distance between us and shut her up with my mouth.

“Where have you been?” Evelara asks when I walk into the room.

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice her presence.

“I just went out to get some air,” I lie.

She pouts like a little girl, but I think she meant it to look sexy. It had the opposite effect.

Nothing turns me off faster than false acting.

“I was waiting for you,” she says.

“You shouldn’t have waited up. I could have been late,” I respond.

“Well, I thought we could have some fun tonight,” she suggests.

I knew what she meant by 'fun,' but I was not in the mood. I haven't touched her since our mating ceremony.

Not when there was a string pulling me towards someone else, but I knew I couldn't keep up this charade for long. There were only so many excuses I could make, and sooner or later, I would have to give in.

"I've had a long day, Evelara, and I'm tired, so let's do this another time. I just want to go to sleep," I lie.

I could see the disappointment in her eyes, and I didn't blame her. After all, I was the one with the problem.

"You haven't touched me since our mating, and I thought that since your brother just got back, tonight was as good a time as any."

"I know, and I apologize, but I have an early meeting with Theron tomorrow, and you know how tiring that man can be. I need to rest early," I tell her, hoping my explanation would be enough for her to let this go.

“Are you ever going to touch me?” she asks.

I walk over to place a kiss on her forehead. That much I could do.

“I promise you, it’s going to happen. You just have to be patient,” I say.

“For how long?”

“Not long. I just have some things occupying my mind and time right now,” I lied again.

I’m not usually a liar, but I’ve found myself doing it often these days.

Finally, she seemed to accept my explanation when she says, “Okay, then. If you say so.”

I got ready for bed and joined her.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly asks, “What is it with Lucian and that slave?”

“What do you mean?”

"I mean, why on earth would he specially request her when he doesn't even know her?"

I shrug. "I don't concern myself with the things my brother does," I reply. "He has been traveling across Europe for years, and I'm sure he has changed over that time."

"But that doesn't explain why he would request her," she adds.

Why wouldn’t she just let this go?

“You can just ask him if you’re so curious. Last time I checked, you’re the Luna.”

“I don’t think your brother likes me much,” she says.

Yeah, I got that feeling as well when we were talking, but I'm not about to confirm that to her.

"I think you're overthinking it. My brother doesn't hate you," I tell her. "Now, can we go to sleep? I already told you that I need to sleep."

“Okay. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

One day, I'll need to have a talk with Evelara on how she mistreats Amaya, but before I do that, I'll need to be able to control my urges around her.

Until then, there wasn't much I could do.