The Wicked Luna

Twenty Five

I watch as the golden glow of sun rays rise over the sleepy horizon.

Sipping Denebs herb tea huffs of my breath float in the air. The huffs hover around my body for a few moments before disappearing.

Behind me the faint sound of a knock catches my attention. I tilt my head, see Chris and wave him over.

"Good morning!" He says brightly knowing it will get on my nerves.
"You are so exasperating" I say half hearted.
"Is that anyway to be in the morning?" He teases, placing his hands on his hips.

I roll my eyes as an answer. Instead I remove my feet from the chair across from me gesturing his royal highness to sit.

"Please sit my king" I say sarcastically, adding in a little bow.
"Thank you so much my faithful servant" at this remark I swat at his head. He chuckles and nearly dodges my hand.

To busy myself from an awkward silence I fiddle with my hair. Playing with the ends. Braiding certain sections before unbraiding it. Raking my fingers through the knots of my obsidian colored hair.

Besides me Chris leans back and looks at the sky. His eyes taking in each cloud. Those long, thick eyelashes catching the morning sun rays. I know he is thinking about the storm later. Earlier this morning I heard the maids talking in hushed voices about the worry Chris has about the effects on his games.

"It's gonna storm later?" I ask even though the answer is clear.
"Yes, it's going to be a big storm."

If the storms I've witnessed are not considered questionable I'm not sure what this 'big' storm will look like. Will trees fall to the ground only to be noticed after the storm? Is it going to be one of those storms we see in typical movies where water floods into homes?

"Let's talk about something personal" he says with a sloppy grin. The way he says it makes my skin crawl.
"About?" I say, because Chris has sinister ways of pulling information out of you.
"What has the wicked Luna been up to? I'm sure you would be more than fascinated to hear about Cayson's experiences here" Chris raves darkly.

I allow a steady mixture of vexation and despair to run through me. I avert my eyes to the outside world. Focusing on a small patch of mustard yellow flowers. Bundled and popping against the color of grass.

"What has the cynical Alpha of notorious games been up too? I'd love to hear about that pretty little thing you keep so close to you," I retort back.

I cast my eyes upward also angling my chin the same way. High chins were supposed to be a sign of confidence. Confidence I've been recently lacking. Chris is now avoiding my gaze, staring at something to subdue his thoughts. He suddenly looks up, making our eyes lock. 2 powerful Alphas staring at each other. This scene seemed so familiar, as if I've visited this a million times in a million different places. But now it was different, as we no longer were in love with each other, but with different people. Different people neither of us could have. I'm the first to break the stare.

"What do you plan to do to the beast?" He asks subtly.
"Kill it"I say pressing the mug to my lips, gulping the steaming liquid.
"Now?"
"Yes now! Right now Chris, come on while I'm in my robe. You know how we will kill it? With this tea" I declare sarcastically.
"You are so uptight" he says " maybe I should call Cayson in to see if he can fix that problem."

My mouth falls ajar for a second before I tightly shut it. An amused smile is pressed on me. I once again swat at him. He manages to dodge and rises to his feet running in my room.

Lightly giggling I chase after him attempting to hit and kick him. All my attempts are avoided with a second to spare. Finally I take one of my pillows and chuck it at his head, giving a satfisfied humph when it makes contact with the forehead. He stands shocked and I continue to laugh. For a solid minute I laugh so hard that I have to sit on the bed.

"That wasn't even politically fair!" He whines before picking up a pillow.
"Yes it was! You can not beat me, I am the queen of pillow fights."
"We will see about that" He says playfully attempting to hit my back with the pillow.

I roll off the bed and mange to smack him in the abdomen. For at least an hour this mini pillow war continues. Multicolored and different sized pillows litter my room. Robin blue baby sized ones. Sunset orange body pillows. All little additions to this war. Still the entire time I'm at my best, ducking, dodging, rolling, and jumping to avoid a hit. Chris like the speedy individual he is manages to escape a lot of my blows as well. The war has to end although when a deep red pillow catches on a claw of mine. Creating a mess of white fluffy feathers to pour everywhere.

"Oh no!" I cry but I'm giggling so hard that he doesn't take me seriously.

Chris thinks the feathers are wonderful as he scoops  up an armful and releases it in the air like confetti. I take a handful and blow it towards him. Smirking in amusement when he wrinkles his nose and sneezes. Eventually Chris has game matters to attend to so I lie on my feather covered bed. My arms crossed as I tightly hold myself. My eyes staring at the ceiling above. The distraction from reality was momentarily nice. But now the feathers that are peacefully resting on and around me feel like bricks. Bricks that could clog up my throat and suffocate me. My longing for Cayson once again curls in the pit of my stomach and I have to pace my room to numb it. Still it's not enough to ease my feelings into a unconscious state.

The room around me begins to become smaller and my breathing becomes harder. I'm about to scream when I lunge myself toward the door handle, throwing it open. Running my long bony fingers though my inky black hair I spin around.

Crashing right into Cayson.

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*screams*
The bold isn't working on my device for some reason......

Anyway, they finally meet... again 🙈🙈🙈🙈

Yes I did have them meet like how their story took off before. With Lilith crashing into Cayson in the hallway.

Anyways, I'm so excited to write next chapter so expect a chapter soon.

Have a lovely day! ❤