Mi Luna

CHAPTER XIX

THARN

It is only thirty minutes past eight in the evening and I already feel like I have used all of my energy for the entire day. I have been sitting in the VIP table located at the center of our lawn which was thoroughly decorated in white lilies and roses. My butt is burning on the chair and I could actually use some walking but I feel so tired.

I have not seen Type the whole afternoon. I thought he had gone back to Bangkok but I saw Techno before the party started and he said that they will be going back tomorrow. My mood lightened for a second until a sour smelling wolf arrived at our manor. He smelled like mixed lemon, unripe orange, sun and sweat. It stings my nose and had made me wished my sense of smell malfunctioned for a while. The nasty scent irritated my that I felt restless suddenly. Thus, the reason why I am glued in here in my chair and letting this slow-paced time pass by. If only that sweet smell of watermelon and calming scent of lilac could fill my lungs. If only that bright eyes and chestnut shaped lips is what I am seeing. If only Type is here, by my side, smiling widely to me while I whisper sweet nothings to him. If only tonight is OUR engagement. Instead I am being paired up to some rogue from the outskirts who just makes my blood boil and my nose irritated.

“Tharn, why don’t you join us?”

“I’m tired.”

“But you barely stood up from your seat.”

“Because I’m tired.”

“Come on Tharn. This is our engagement party---”

“Stop.” I look at Tar blankly as I deliberately release angry pheromones which made a couple of wolves, both from my pack and his, turn to look at us. He whimpers on my anger and if it weren’t for my Father rushing to us, I would have made him crawl down on his knees. Rogues will never please me. They are disgusting pieces of shits and I will never, even the slightest, forgive let alone like them. This marriage can go according to my Father’s masterplan but I will never bond to a rogue. Thinking about even touching this lowlife disgust and burns me in anger. Fuck all of them.

“What is happening?”

“Nothing.” I walk away from the party and found myself sitting in one of the wooden benches placed around the Manor’s lot. This one is located at the backmost part of our home overlooking the lights in Chiang Mai. Doi Suthep isn’t as High as Doi Inthanon but the view here is cozy and calming. I could really use some fresh air and silence tonight. I don’t know what bullshit I have to face tomorrow and the fact that Type will be going back to Bangkok sucks the life out of me even more.

 

“HI.”

Lilacs.

Watermelons.

Beach.

No, summer.

Fresh and relaxing.

Sweet and intoxicating.

“T…ty… I mean Chanthira? Wha--- why” Is this for real? Type is actually here? Standing in his pastel pink long sleeve polo with its two buttons opened. His hair is combed down and his face is all dewy and fresh like that of a kid. I mean Type is still a kid but he looks even cuter now. My heart is about to burst!