Commander (A Luna Chronicles Novel) [Completed]

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Tabitha

When I woke up, my head was banging and my stomach was tight and sore. I groaned as I turned onto my side. The light streamed in as I opened my eyes, and it was so bright it took me a few attempts until I was able to see.

I lay in my bedroom, the curtains open as daylight shone through. I pulled myself into the sitting position, gritting my teeth from screaming as I leant against the headrest. I was naked and as I raised the cover I saw a thick pink scar on my lower stomach – my eyes watered in upset.

The events of the past day came back to me. Kim, the argument, the stabbing, the agony of shifting to heal myself. A few tears spilled over my cheeks, as I looked at my scar, and knew that every underwear modelling job had dried up instantly. Sure they could photoshop scars out, but they only did that for top models who it was no longer a problem, but as an upcoming model, it was a career ender.

I rushed to the bathroom to view the scar in the mirror, and almost doubled over in sobs when it looked worse standing up. I rested my forehead on the cold basin as I took calming breaths. This was my worst fear – the career I had worked so hard to make was now over. All because of one stupid bitch.

"Tabby?" Devon called out. "Tabby Cat? Baby? You alright?"

"A scar" I sobbed out, as I heard him open the bedroom door. He swiftly followed me into the bathroom, eyes wide nervously. I turned when I saw him, eyes bright with tears, as he moved closer to me. "I will never be a Victoria Secret model now. Not with this scar".

"Oh baby" he said softly, before taking me into his arms. I broke down against him, as his warm scent surrounded me and his touch vibrated through me. He rubbed my arms and spoke smooth words to me, before Devon carried me back to bed. He lay with me, as I sobbed like a little girl.

"I'm being stupid" I sniffed, as I finally calmed myself down.

"You're being anything but stupid". His voice was firm and with an edge of anger. I turned to look up into his face and saw his dark eyes and set jaw.

"You're angry".

"Not with you" he said quickly. "Ramone should be here but he's off dicking about".

"What is he doing?"

"Fuck knows" he breathed out. "He feels guilty because it Kim hurt you because she was jealous. Kim is obsessed with Ramone, always had been. She hurt his ex-girlfriend as well, but we didn't realise that Kim even knew about you and Ramone. The Pack know that I found my mate but we haven't told anyone – expect Alpha Zev – about you being Ramone's mate too".

"I told her" I admitted softly. "She came over, running her mouth about how I had you and that was fine but I had no right to Ramone, that she was his. I just...I just got so angry. She has no right to him! He's my mate not hers". My anger spiked at remembering the conversation.

"You're right, he's yours. She has to hold over Ramone and he has never been romantic with Kim ever. Heck, I don't even know why she likes him so much – she hates my fucking guts, and the feeling is mutual. The bitch is a pain in my ass, always challenging me and trying to undermine me".

"Challenging you? You mean for your position?"

"Yes and no. She likes to run her mouth about how much better a Commander she would be than me, but she wouldn't dare actually declare a challenge. I'd knock her on her ass in seconds and she knows it".

I was quiet for a long moment, "I want to see Ramone".

"I know you do". He kissed the side of my head. "Dick should be here and I told him so. He's having a pity party and I want you to give him shit for it when he gets back. He is so good at taking blame and isolating himself, but he can't do that shit anymore – we have a mate and you have to come before anything".