Mi Luna

Chapter XII

TYPE

We went to Chiang Mai early morning of the following day. Tharn made sure that I am already feeling better when he hastily instructed everyone on the trip to pack up. I was introduced to Techno who is supposed my bestfriend. Despite I don’t know him nor hold any memory about him, I feel like I have known him all too well. Techno is warm and friendly. Not the warm, feverish, lustful heat that Tharn makes me feel every single time but something so reliable like I feel I can trust my life to him.

On the flight back on board Tharn’s private jet, Techno and I are seated together. I feel sorry for him though because he keeps on making our conversation going despite that I can’t remember anything from all of his stories. It’s quiet uplifting still, to know that I have lived a happy, adventurous and safe life for the past thirteen years. It seems like Techno and I had lots of fun. One thing’s kind of unparallel though, of all the things Techno had told me, never once he mentioned Tharn, of what we had been or how close we got. With his stories, it seems like Tharn barely exists in my life… or I barely exist on his.

I was told that thirteen years ago, when the rogues ambushed our little home in Ko Miang, I was then rescued and was kept under the care of the Kiriguns. Chakrii Kirigun, the clan’s Father Alpha raised me as his own child, despite not knowing if I am a rogue or not. They also searched for the Thiwat clan in the Registry but unfortunately, our family is not listed. Unlisted or unregistered wolves are considered a rogue. Though I did not ask why Chakrii Kirigun still rescued me despite my family could still be considered as rogues. But, now that I am registered as a Kirigun, I am now part of the clans. Yet… I am still a Thiwat, am I not?

“What are you thinking?”

“Oh Tharn! Nothing in particular. Just random things. Things I hope I can remember.”

“Don’t force yourself too much. It’s only been two days.”

“I know. It just frustrates me from time to time. I… I spent the last thirteen years of my life here yet I don’t remember anything. Of how I live, what I’ve done, who’re my friends… what is… you.”

“Me?” Tharn is seating on the opposite one-seater couch facing me. We are now staying in the Kirigun’s home in Chiang Mai where I also met Father Chakrii. He told me that I don’t need to return to my normal life immediately and take all the time I need to feel better. I ain’t feeling any pain thus I know he meant that until I can remember something, anything.

The Kirigun’s home in Chiang Mai is huge! I’ve done a couple of research about their clan from Techno’s busy mouth and I’ve known that they are filthy rich and powerful. One of Siam’s most influential clan. Tharn is seating a couple of meters away from me but he felt so close that made me feel like I am burning. His gaze sheaths my entire being, wrapping me in some eternal flame, burning me slowly for the longest time I could remember. Everytime Tharn’s around, I feel like the whole surrounding is set to ablaze, making me feel drawn and giddy, excited and nervous, weak but also strong.

Oh and his voice! His deep voice sent shivers I can’t explain everytime he utters anything. It soothes me but also race my heart beats fast. It’s like a force he’s the only one capable of doing.

My curiosity about our relationship is fueled by the fact that the very first morning that I woke up in this foreign surrounding and people, he had his strong arms draping around me and we are both naked! And I vividly remember how sore I felt that morning before I was hit by that sudden excruciating pain in my head.

“Yes… you. I… I am… I want to know what are we before. Who am I to you… what am I?” His gaze turns hazy and uncertain which made me terribly uneasy. Despite getting a little scared of Tharn’s sudden change of aura, I’ve braved myself. I need to know what we are. Who we are for each other. What he feels about me because I am being irk by the thought that he might not like me like that. Does he not like me?

Like me? Seriously Chanthira! Where is this coming from? Why are you so curious of Tharn liking you or no. Is it that important right now? Of course! It’s a matter of life and death. What if Tharn does not like me? What if I’m not of Tharn’s fancy? What if we’re not even friends? What if he hates me? I can’t bear it if he hates me. He needs to like me too!

Too? Seriously Chanthira! You’ve known the gorgeous being with that dark eyes, proud nose, chiseled jaw, luscious lips, strong biceps and shoulders to die for and his thighs! For like what? Three, four days and you are going gaga already? Chanthira, you’re a wild, not innocent nor pure child anymore! You are lusting over this man!

Panic is starting to arise in my insides. And it’s because of the thought that he might not like me. I am being anxious that Tharn Kirigun doesn’t like me!

“I have that effect on you now?” suddenly he is in front of where I am seating, half-kneeling and giggling. His eyes turned small with his little laughs. When and how did he be this close already? He’s like 5 meters away 5 seconds ago.

“Eh?”

“Well, if you want to know what we are to each other, say hmmm… for starters, I can read your thoughts.”

“You can what?!”

A vague memory of my Mom telling me about soul bond when I am still little suddenly passes my consciousness. Wolves who can read each other’s mind are soul bonded. It’s a long-forgotten myth but sometimes it happens. It’s quiet peculiar to have the ability to read someone’s mind, right? Yes, we’re warewolves but we’re not super-humans. 

“Well for one, I believe we are far beyond being friends, because I can hear your thoughts. Things that go around that pretty little mind.” Tharn’s fingers traced on my face sending me shivers, making my body tremble. He leans forward, caging me on the one-seater couch with both of his strong arms resting on both of armrest. There’s too little space between us. The air suddenly went erratic and I can hear Tharn’s uneven and heated breathing. He doesn’t hesitate on releasing pheromones too, compelling me to submit.

Submit.

Submit.

“I… I don’t want to frighten you considering you don’t know me at all right now”. Tharn whispers with his husky voice and I knew I lost it. I am already breathless and lost in the overwhelming feelings and his big black eyes. “But Type… I want to kiss you. I am dying to kiss you.”

His warm breath brushes of my lips and I quiver in anticipation. My thoughts are all clouded of the thought of being kissed by Tharn and kissing him back. Tasting his lips that simply looks like it promises of nothing but pure bliss.

Kiss me, Tharn Kirigun!

His hand found the back of my nape as he holds me firmly. His face descending unto mine. Despite Tharn is nothing but a stranger who shared the last thirteen years of my life with me, of which I don’t remember anything about, I can’t help but to submit to the strong force telling me to close my eyes and reach my lips to touch his.

I am going to be kissed by Tharn Kirigun!

“WHAT are you doing?!” Suddenly a loud voice breaks the spell that had engulfed both of us. Tharn’s hand steadies on my nape but I end up flinching. Jumping off out of surprised, I look to where the voice came from.

The guy is wearing a faded jean on low-cut sneakers, white tshirt. His hair is disheveled like he just woke up and he’s been panting. Father Chakrii is standing in the door too and they were both about to witness our heated kiss!

My eyes went back to the guy in faded jeans. Despite panting and looking like he was on a hurry, his deep-seated eyes, sad and longing becomes something so familiar. I’ve known someone who has the same eyes. Someone I ought to tease before since he always looks like he is about to cry. Someone I knew, way back home.

My heart starts to beat fast. Faster than what I felt seconds ago out from the anticipation of kissing Tharn. It’s beating fast because of something stronger than anticipation. Is this excitement? Happiness? The beating resonates to my whole being making stand up straight and totally forget about everything, everyone in the room.

All of my attention is now directed to the man on faded jeans and sad-soulful eyes.

“Sala..Sarawat?!”