Chapter 3
Elara pov
My blood runs cold and I freeze when I meet his gaze. I try to open my mouth, but I am unable to utter a sound as the words feel stuck in my throat. Fear grips my body and I feel my legs go weak.
There is total silence as Lucian stares at me with cold eyes that send shivers through me, his usual stony look flickers with emotions but it is quickly
gone.
Anger, hate, hurt? I do not know.
“I-“I am about to speak but his next words make me stop.
“Is that how you speak to your new Luna?”
He speaks in a calm yet dangerous voice. “I warned you, didn’t I? I will not tolerate any disrespect towards Liora. Next time, you do something like this, there will be punishment so learn your place”
His words make me take a shaky inhale and Liora smirk as she watches me in despair. “She-” I protest, trying to tell my side of the story but he brings out his hand to silence me.
“I have heard enough” His voice is final, making me look down. “You clearly can’t treat your sister well, even when she wants to apologize and get along, you still make things difficult, Elara”
I clench my hand and a sad smile curves my lips as I hold back the tears. Make things difficult? Is he really saying that to me right now?
“Lucian, it is my fault so please don’t blame Elara” Liora tugs at his shirt and I watch his expression soften. He looks at her with an affectionate gaze, a rare sight I have not seen from him.
“It is not your fault, you are just nice and some people will not appreciate it” Lucian comforts Liora before moving his gaze back to me.
“Apologize to the Luna now,” he demands and for a few seconds, I do not say anything. “Elara-”
“I am sorry, Luna” I look down and mutter under my breath, the last word feels foreign in my mouth but I say it and finally unclench my hand. ‘Stupid Elara, do you actually believe he will hear you out? That he will take your side? Why do you keep putting your expectations on him when he is going to let you down. Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?
My expression is cold when I look back up. His eyes are me, studying every inch of my face as if he’s trying to decode the emotions I’m struggling to hide. I feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and penetrating, making it impossible to look away.
“Lucian” Liora’s soft voice brings his attention back to her and she clings to him. “I know this is a big favor to ask especially from Elara but I am new to all these responsibilities and I am afraid I won’t do as good as Elara”
What is she saying?
My question is answered when she turns to look at me with a sinister gaze. “Why don’t Elara stay here and live with us? I will appreciate it if she stays by my side and teaches me all the things I need to know.”
My pulse quickens as I look at Lucian expecting him to reject her request. He can’t possibly agree, can he? I brace myself, waiting for him to dismiss the idea. But his next words once again shatters my heart.
“You heard your Luna” My heart pounds in my chest as my eyes widens, my voice barely a whisper.
“What?”
But his expression is unreadable, cold as always, as if this decision means nothing to him.
“You’ll teach her how to be Luna.”
It has already been three weeks since I was ordered to stay by Lucian. Despite the fact that I am here to train Liora how to be Luna, I have been turned into a slave in the very home I used to stay with Lucain by his side as Luna.
Liora would often make me do every chore she can think of. She would make me take care of all her needs, cook her meals, help her dress into her clothes and make me wash them afterwards. At first, I reported to Lucian about this but his only words were that ‘she is your Luna and it didn’t
matter‘.
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Chapter 3
But it seems that Lucian had spoken to her about it because after that day, Liora starts to get worse. My step mother would often come visit and they wasted no attempt to mock me, they would lash out and complain about the meals, making me cook them again until it is up to standard.
The forsaken Luna is what they call me when I try to hide the hurt each time. No one takes my side, not even my father but it doesn’t matter, not anymore because I am planning to leave the pack soon. I can not stay here any longer, especially since I am pregnant and I know what will happen if they find out.
However it is getting harder trying to hide my morning sickness. I would often get tired after finishing a chore, I would easily get nauseous, bloated but I try to hide it but today makes it harder for me to do so.
I drop the plate on the sink and place my hand on my head, trying to stop the dizziness I am currently feeling but it is proving hard to control myself because the longer I stand, the worse I feel.
“Luna wants you to wash her clothes after you’re done with the dishes” Sophia’s voice brings me back to the present, she stands there with her arms crossed as she states with a taunting smirk.
I take a deep breath and hold onto the sink without saying a word and simply nod. Sophia is Liora’s personal maid and I do not want her to suspect anything.
“Stop being lazy and be fast or I will tell the Luna” She threatens with a scoff. I pick up the plate, not wanting to argue, I have no strength to. Immediately I pick up the plate, it slips out of my hand and shatters into pieces on the floor.
I jump back in shock, my eyes widening. I turn to see Sophia glaring at me, but before she can say anything, a sudden wave of nausea hits me. My hand flies to my mouth as my stomach lurches violently.
“1-1 need to excuse myself,” I mutter, running out of the kitchen, rushing to the bathroom.
“Hey, don’t leave when I am talking to you” I hear her yell as she runs after me. I barely make it to the bathroom before I throw up, my body trembles as I grip the sink for support.
“What the fuck is going on with you?” I hear Sophia’s voice. I look at the door to see her glaring at me.
“I- I’m fine,” I quickly reply, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand while trying to compose myself. I can’t let her find out, I can’t let anyone find out- not until I find a way to leave this pack.
She rolls her eyes muttering ‘such a headache‘ under her breath. She is about to leave but stops with her hand on the door. My heart drops when she turns back, her gaze narrow, flicking between me and the bathroom sink.
Time seems to stop as her eyes that linger on me, suddenly widen, as if something finally clicks.
“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” she says slowly, her voice barely above a whisper as if the truth just clicked into place.
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