King Luka

5.

I blink rapidly trying to process what he actually just said to me. He actually wants to be my mate? He didn't really seem like it when he called me a spoiled brat. Maybe his opinion of me changed.

"Look. I still don't like you, but there comes a time where a pack needs their Luna," he declares without any emotion in his voice.

Oh. Never mind then.

"Oh." I voice my thoughts. Looking down at my intertwined fingers, I sit Indian style on the floor. My body goes cold with disappointment and sadness.

"Which day do you think will be appropriate for this event?" he addresses to me formally.

I shrug my shoulders in answer to his question. It didn't really matter to me anymore; if he doesn't love me and I don't love him then what's the point in caring?

"Well think of something. I need to know soon," he uttered while glancing at his desk. My head bobs to acknowledge that I heard him. He let's out a deep sigh.

"What's the matter now?" he questions tiredly. Pushing myself off of the ground I look him in the eye.

"I just thought things would be different when I met my mate ya' know? I thought he would love me unconditionally. When we first met he would've been just as starstruck as I was to him. He would've picked me up and spun me around while showering kisses onto my face. I would've never thought I had to deal with something like this. You don't care about me. Your wolf might. But you have made it more than obvious that you don't," I say with tears building up in my eyes.

It's true that I didn't get what all the other she wolves got. They all got immediate love. Unrestricted love on both parts. But all I got was the cold shoulder. I've been trying to be nice to him. Trying to love him. But it just doesn't work when you feel like you're loving a brick wall.

I spin on my heel and pace out of the room. The slam that sounded through the house left me satisfied. At least he'll know that I'm genuinely upset.

Tears threaten to spill over as I thunder up the stairs. I frustratedly wipe them away when I step into my room.

 I step into the bathroom. My reflection stares back at me. But the girl in the mirror isn't me. The girl in the mirror has bags under her now lifeless eyes, her hair is limp, her clothes are too baggy for her tiny frame.

"Hey Vee. Have you-" Elias' deep voice speaks. He rounds the corner into the doorway of the bathroom but stops when he sees me struggling. I ignore his presence and continue to hit my head on the wall.

"Venus, stop!" he shouts with his Beta voice. By now I hadn't even tried to stop the tears that now fall out of my eyes at a fast pace. I stop and let myself sink to the floor. The pain doesn't register in my head when I slam my head against the towel rack. I just sob until no tears can come out of my eyes. Even then wretched sounds come out of my mouth.

I don't know how long it takes until I feel two sturdy arms pick me up and lay me onto the soft bed. By then my sobs have subsided into soft whimpers. The fluffy blanket is wrapped around me and the lamp next to me switches off. I look up to see Lukas' grim face before he shuts the door and I'm asleep before I can count to ten.

+

Waking up the next morning was brutal. My eyes were swollen and I had a major headache. Sitting up and glancing around the room I noticed a piece of paper, a glass of water, and two little brown pills.

Good morning. I figured you would have a major headache. Here's some medicine and water. Find me in my office once you're feeling better. ~Luka