Eternal Love: Book 1
The Moon Goddess never makes mistakes, her judgment should never be questioned, she assigns mates for a reason and that is why the rejection kills.
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Kirabo Peters finds herself knocking on death's door after the man sh...
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It was dark everywhere. Where in the moon goddess's paradise am I? I'm dead, aren't I? I knew the rejection would kill me sooner or later. Him marking her started rotting my heart away.
"Darlin' I think it's hight time you woke up. I've been by your bed for three weeks now."
Who does that voice belong to? Am I not dead? I forced my eyes open and the first thing I see is a green heavily decorated ceiling. Why aren't I dead? I should be dead? I want to be dead.
I turned my head to the side to see the bartender I often tell my problems to. She was staring at me wide eyes with a bright smile plastered over her face.
What was her name again? Jess? Jessamine? No, it was Jessabelle.
"Finally," she breathed out, "I know you got a lot of questions but you're gonna want to get cleaned up first. Water's on the nightstand."
I looked up further and sure enough, a glass of water was on the dresser. I would have been more concerned had I not agreed to stay with her for while. I was drunk but doesn't mean I wasn't aware of my choices.
Three weeks. I heard her say she was sitting by my bedside for three weeks. What happened to me? I remember going inside a small cabin with her and then the rotting began and everything was black.
I am supposed to be dead. Does this mean I wasn't Zack's real mate?
I sat up on the bed and immediately noticed my muscles were sore. I'm gonna need to get used to moving again. I grabbed the glass of water and downed it in less than a second, soothing my sore throat.
"W-wow," I forced out, "That was some good water."
Jessabelle smiled, relief marring her features. "I'm glad you're okay darlin'. Got us all worried you were gonna die because of that scumbag of an ex mate of yours."
I frowned reminded of the fact of my beating heart. She was right, I do have a lot of questions. I cautiously sniff under my arm and gag at the smell. Why do I smell like spoilt alcohol?
Jessabelle chuckled, "By that face, I'm guessing you wanna wash up."
I nodded sheepishly and she points to the door on the wall across from the bed.
"The bathroom's the first door right in front of you. Already got a change of clothes and e'rything you need in there."
With that she gave me a slight bow and left the room. Once she was gone, I was able to breathe. My wolf was fully present but for some reason she was okay, her happiness was filling me up with confusion. Shouldn't she be gone? And was she so jolly?
Jessabelle did say she would explain everything once I was cleaned up. Sighing I slowly got off the bed and tested my legs. They were wobbly at first but eventually I got the hang of them again.
I went into the bathroom and it was beautiful. I took a quick glance in the mirror and man, did I look like shit. There was huge plaster on the left side of my neck which I'm assuming is what caused me to faint. Shrugging it off, I took a deep cleansing shower with the vanilla scented body wash and shampoo.
