She hurried closer to me, and swiftly, she moved her fingers in the air, and the book in front of her closed without her even touching it.
I remembered that Ria informed me she was a witch. She was in charge of the witches’ quarters within the pack.
I intentionally took a step backwards. “I am really sorry for barging in here. I didn’t-“
“How did you get in here?” Valerie asked suddenly, but she didn’t look upset that I had barged in without invitation. Her face held more of a surprised, confounded gaze.
“I found-” I decided to ditch the long story. “The door just opened,” I said in honesty.
Valerie froze for a second. Was I imagining it? Her gaze traveled to the door before meeting mine again. She looked a little bit lost. “But that’s impossible.” She whispered more to herself, but I heard.
I quickly added, “I am really sorry.”
“It’s nothing, Luna, it’s just unusual that the door opened for you.” Her eyes studied me briefly. “But it’s alright. I was only worried when you reached for the book. It’s a little dangerous for non-witches.”
I glanced at the book cover, and on it a name was inked at the bottom. ‘Fiona Black’
I removed my eyes from it. “I was just curious about this side of the castle,”
She kept staring at me, her face crippled, as if having some bizarre thoughts. Her stare at me wasn’t creepy, but I couldn’t deny that I felt a bit uncomfortable.
“I should get going now. I’m a little late for breakfast.” With that, I managed to excuse myself out of that room.
I found my way to the dining hall, and to my surprise, Killian’s lover was already there, having her breakfast. There was no sign of Killian, I had expected him to be around for breakfast, since Valerie was back from the meeting with the Council early in the morning. Killian had attended as well. Maybe his absence was a good thing. I wouldn’t be able to bear seeing them together.
Thea’s heavy gaze pulled me out of my thoughts. I approached the table, taking ownership of one of the chairs.
Her constant stare was still on me. I pulled my head up, my eyes meeting hers.
This was the first time we were this close and alone. Other times she’s either sucking Killian’s face or throwing unreadable stares at me, like now.
She regarded me with her brown eyes that showed nothing in their depth. She didn’t like me, and I didn’t like her either, but I barely had the strength to get into a fight with her.
I shifted my gaze to my food instead.
“What the hell are you still doing here?” Her voice sounded far different from the cool and soft voice I was accustomed to hearing whenever she was with Killian.
“Obviously, I’m having breakfast,” I replied without looking at her.
“You know, Killian will never accept a good-for-nothing like you. I am the one he’s in love with and the only one that can save him and his pack.”
Her words drew my attention to her. What did she mean by the only one that could save Killian and the pack? I was confused by her words.
The mocking laughter she released afterward informed me she could see the confusion imprinted on my face.
Thea dropped the silver spoon from her hand and clasped her fingers together as she rose from her chair and moved to mine.
“Killian doesn’t love you, bitch, and he will never look your way as long as I’m in the picture. Isn’t it obvious already? You’re just a fool holding on to nothing.”
Her words stung a lot. Even though every word of hers was right, I hated the damn tone she was using on me.
I dropped my spoon, looking her in the eye. “You are the one who is holding on to nothing. You are only an object he uses to warm his bed. I, on the other hand, I’m his mate, and the Luna of his pack.” What I said seemed to have stung Thea well. But my own words had also pierced me. They were all lies, and I knew it. I was nothing to Killian. I meant absolutely nothing to him.
Thea’s brown eyes burned with fury. She was angry. I wasn’t expecting it when her hand pulled up and collided with my cheek.
I gasped, shocked that she could strike me. My eyes flashed on her and without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped her harder. That impact caused her to stagger on her shoes. I was surprised at where that strength came from.
Thea’s face was colored with rage, a murderous flash of hate, and something I couldn’t decipher stalked her eyes.
Thea angrily moved to me, but suddenly, a loud growl thundered, frightening both Thea and me.
I looked to where it came from, Killian’s hateful glares directed at me. In swift motion, he was before me, his large palm crashing harshly against my cheek, causing me to collapse on the floor.
My mate hit me.
Third-person’s view
Killian sauntered towards Sheila, boring an angry glare at her. It made her freeze on the spot.
Without warning, the back of his hand came into harsh impact with her cheek, and Sheila landed on the floor.
Did he…? Did her own mate just strike her?
“Get the fuck up, Sheila!” he yelled, his tone angry and his gaze fixed on her.
Sheila was shaking, tears pouring from her eyes. Even though she didn’t respond, he fisted her hair and pulled her up. A cry of pain escaped her lips.
Killian looked her in the eyes as he seemed ready to strike her again, but something flashed in his eyes. He couldn’t decipher what it was.
She just couldn’t believe her own mate could strike her, and that too in the presence of the other woman, his lover. Deep waters gathered in Sheila’s eyes, her gaze connecting with Killian’s. She could see nothing in those amber crystals of his.
Thea was quickly by his side. “Killian, did you see, she slapped me?” she said, crying, holding a hand to her cheek, and her eyes having a vicious glint.
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