Chapter 55
Elara
“Really! That’s what happened! So Damien came in and punched Lucian while he was apologizing to you?” Martha asks as I remove my blazer and hang it on the book.
As soon as we step into my office, Martha demands an explanation from me, saying that she doesn’t believe Damien isn’t the reason I’m late. I hesitate to tell her what happened, but Martha has been really kind to me ever since I came to this pack.
She’s like a friend a friend I’ve never had so telling her doesn’t seem like a problem.
I nod with a sigh before taking a seat in my new office. Sitting here like this feels strange–weird–but at the same time, it feels right, like a place 1 truly belong
“Wow, so did you forgive him? Are you.. rejecting Damien to go back to Lucian?” she asks, her eyes sparkling as she leans in with a conspiratorial
air.
Her question catches me by surprise, and 1 blink, unsure of how to respond. Why would she even think I’d go back to Lucian after everything he’s done to me? I don’t understand what’s gotten into him or why he’s suddenly different, but a simple apology isn’t enough to make me forgive him. Who am I kidding? Ill never forgive him, let alone go back to him. I still hate him so much that his very presence makes my blood boil
Secondly, not I am not rejecting Lucian unless I have a death wish. I haven’t forgotten that if I reject Damien, then I’m as good as dead.
“No, I’m not going back to Lucian. He’s a crazy bastard, and I will never go back to him,” I say without missing a beat.
“That’s true,” Martha nods in understanding before crossing her legs. “But don’t you think you should hear him out? I mean, I understand where you’re coming from, but you said Lucian cried, and from what I know, be isn’t the type to cry easily—unless something is really wrong”
Martha’s words shock me, and I raise a brow. I hadn’t expected her to take Lucian’s side over her brother’s. The way she spoke, it almost felt like she knew Lucian
The Crimson Shadow Pack and the Moonfang Pack had always despised each other. I knew the reason–everyone did.
Lucian’s father. Alpha Aiden, had brutally killed Damien’s parents for no apparent reason. And as if that wasn’t enough, he took his own wife’s life before killing himself not long after. Since that day, both packs had been locked in a vicious feud, waging wars that left scars on both sides. Lucian and Damien had made several attempts to kill each other over the years.
I had even witnessed one of those assassination attempts when I was still Lucian’s Luna. I had almost been killed that day, but Lucian had saved me. Wait, that meant. Damien had almost killed me! That bastard!
I look at Martha and hesitate before asking. “Do you know Lucian? What I mean is.. was he close to you and Damien My question hangs in the air as her gaze shifts, clouded with a sadness I wasn’t expecting.
For a moment, she says nothing, and just as I’m about to retract my question, she speaks.
“Yes, I know Lucian, Why wouldn’t It We grew up together. Damien and Lucian were best friends before everything fell apart
My jaw nearly drops at her words, and I stare at her, wide–eyed. Damien and Lucian–best friends? That’s the most shocking thing I’ve ever heard.
The men who now fight with such deadly intent were once. friends?
“Our parents were close, Martha continues, her voice soft and tinged with regret. “Lucian used to love coming here to play because his father was really strict–unlike ours.”
I raise a brow but choose not to say anything. I know Alpha Aiden. Even if I didn’t know him well, I know enough to say that despite how strict he
he was a good Alpha–one who ruled with honesty and loved his people. But then, one day, everything began to change.
Alpha Aiden changed suddenly. He grew angrier, his behavior became erratic. almost as if he were being possessed by something.
“But then, after what Lirian’s father did to ours,” Martha’s voice sounds strained, breaking slightly as she continues, “their relationship fell apart. and Damien grew to hate Lucian Damien wanted revenge on Aiden, but he killed himself before Damien could do anything. Damien would have killed Lucian to even the score if it weren’t for their past bond”
“Martha_” I whisper, taken aback as tears spill down her cheeks. Without thinking. I’m on my feet, rushing to wrap her in a tight, comforting hug.
“I’m fine,” she says, forcing a small smile, trying to stop the tears, but I can feel the weight of her grief. “It’s just… I think it’s my fault. Damien was there that day when they died. He was so young and he had to witness it all because I sent him there as a dare. I told him to interrupt that
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My chest tightens painfully without me even realizing it. The thought of Damien enduring that kind of pain makes my heart ache. With how Damien carries himself–so carefree, always smiling–it’s hard to imagine there’s such a tragic backstory. And then there’s Lucian
It isn’t Lucian’s fault. The fact that he had to live with the weight of that guilt–it’s too much for anyone. I know I shouldn’t feel sorry for him, but I can’t shake the memory of his expression today when he was reminiscing about the past.
“It wasn’t your fault.” I say gently, rubbing Martha’s back. “It wasn’t your fault. Whatever happened back then, there’s no way it’s on you”
“Thank you, Elara,” she replies, her voice lighter and more at case, I smile at her, but that smile falters when she adds, “You know, you’d be the perfect Luna Damien needs”
My eyes widen in shock, and she throws her head back with a chuckle, clearly amused by my reaction.
“I am not going to be Luna!” I huff, folding my arms. The sight of me only seems to entertain her more. She’s about to say something else when knock on the door interrupts us.
Martha and I exchange a glance, both h of us i
us turning to stare at the door
“It’s probably one of your fans coming to bother you,” she says with a wink. “I’ll send them out so you can have your time alone after this hectic morning. Before I can respond, she walks toward the door, opens it—and my breath catches in my throat when I see who it is.
It’s not one of the doctors, but standing there, dressed in a neat red top and matching trousers, is Isabella–Damien’s fiancée. Her fiery red hair complements her striking beauty, her hands casually tucked into her pockets, and there’s something undeniably captivating about her.
“Good morning” she says smoothly, her voice calm. “I’m sorry to bother you, but may I have a word with Miss Elara?”
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