The Luna’s Second Chance

5

Elena’s POV

I froze, watching her come closer and closer to me. My fists clenched at my side as o struggled to keep the boiling heat that was rising to my chest tamed. I wanted to do something. Anything but I knew the loop will reset if anything abrupt.

The pain in my chest was suffocating. I remember this. It was the first time I met Miara. On the day of my wedding. Never did anticipate that she began to poison me from that very day. She came as my friend, the only one I had in the den of wolves.

She smiled brightly, setting the tray on a stool by my bedside. “Did you sleep well?” She asked sitting by my side. Instinctively, I recoiled making her frown a little then she smiled. “Don’t be scared. I am a friend.”

A friend that poisoned me and took my life. I didn’t realize it but tears was rolling down my cheeks.

Miara immediately wiped my tears and pulled me into her embrace. “Poor thing. You must be scared right?” I stiffened as a stick as she continued to coax me. “ I am not like them. I don’t blame you for what happened and neither do I see your union with Sabastian as a mistake. Trust me.”

My shoulders slumped as I opened my shut eyes. “Th-thank you,” I mumbled against my will.

Miara pulled away, maintaining her cynical smile. “Don’t worry, it is going to be fine. The people will love you in no time.”

I forced a smile. That used to be my fear in the past. If the people will accept me for who I was but little did I know that even my husband didn’t accept me.

Looking in Miara’s eye now, I could see the malice, and hate in them. She has never liked me. It was all pretense.

“I should prepare for my … my wedding,” I said as I tried to create space between us.

“Your dressers will be here in a bit but first,” Maira poured me a cup of tea, the smell once sweet was not repulsing to me.

My hands trembled as I held the cup, its warmth a cruel constrast of dread creeping through my veins. Miara’s smile remained sweet, almost saccharine yet filled with bitterness.

“Drink my Luna,” Miara encouraged, her voice , soft, melodic and laced with mockery.

I raised the teacup to my lips just tilting it enough for the liquid to touch my lips without swallowing. My gaze never left Miara as I set the cup down.

“It’s delicious,” I lied , my voice steady though my heart raced.

Miara’s smile widened but her fingers twitched, a tell I knew too well. Whatever game she was playing, she was getting excited thinking she was winning.

She continued to talk to me without noticing that I was barely contributing to the conversation. Eventually she had to leave when she was summoned and after she left, my dressers came in.

I stared at my reflection in the human sized mirror in front of me. Wild untamed hair fall in waves over my shoulders. My green eyes flashing with anger that hadn’t been there before my death. The sleeveless nude dress clung to my figure, accentuating my hourglass shape. Even with all this beauty, I wasn’t still enough for him.

“Snap out of it , Tinkerbell,” Tyrion shook me a little, standing behind me he rested his head on the c**k of my shoulder. “Why is the most beautiful bride in the world pouting?”

Because I don’t want to get married and watch you die, I wished I could say but I couldn’t. I simply forced a smile and lifted my eyes to push back the tears.

“I want you to walk me down the aisle,” I told him.

He smiled then rolled his eyes. “Of course. Who did you think would do it?”

I chuckled. In our tribe, the relative you love the most can walk you down the aisles not necessarily your parents. I chose Tyrion the first time and now again I chose him but this time I knew I won’t fail him like I did before.

The marriage ceremony was grand with both factions of race pretending to get along. The vows exchange was as worthless for me as it was for Sabastian. He looked like he didn’t want to be here and neither did I. We both did what we had to as duty to our people.

It lasted from morning until night. I was exhausted and so Sabastian had to take me to our room. In the past we didn’t consummate our wedding night rituals that day neither did we now. I slept on my end and Sabastian on his own.

We didn’t speak to each, my tears spilling on the pillows as the memories we shared in this room cams back to me. The children we planned to have, the fovever life he promised me.

The pain hurt more than a heart attack and I couldn’t share it with anyone. I could only endure it in silence. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep but almost immediately I was sent into a nightmare.

The same one I had last time. I died over and over only snapping out of it when I heard the haunting voice of the moon goddess.

Panting, I sat up , looking around the room, terrified as if the goddess was here with me. When I calmed myself I looked by my side and Sabastian was gone.

My brows crossed. In the past when I had a nightmare on our wedding night, he was there and comforted me. But on second glance at the clock I realized I woke up earlier than I was supposed to.

I climbed out of bed wearing a robe and went out to the balcony. All I wanted was some air but I found something better.

In the garden below, was Miara and Sabastian. They were locked in a deep kiss, almost as if they wanted to take each other’s breath away.

I stared numbly at them even though my heart was pounding and clenching on the inside. So they were lovers even before i married Sabastian. No one told me . I always thought the affair began somewhere between when I felt sick. Little did I know that they had been plotting to betray me from the very beginning.