Lunar Whispers-Born for the Lycan King

Chapter no 10- A welcomed guest

'Your doorstep beckons me, a sweet embrace

Your home, where my heart finds a sacred space'

Amara

"You can stay," Damien said.

My breath caught in my throat in surprise, my mind reeling.

I can stay?

But where?

Did he mean the hospital? Or in his city?

"I...I don't understand," There was a tiny nervous laugh followed by me, "For until I recover or...?"

I let it hang in the air.

For Forever?

"Until you want," He said.

I blink several times. What does that mean? What changed his mind? Does that mean he accepts me as his mate? Are we to live together? Will I accept him as my mate after everything he did?

So many thoughts are brewing in my head, thoughts that need answers. So, I raise my hand and stuff my mouth with berries.

Asking questions meant I would get answers. Getting answers meant there would be yes and no. And I am not sure if I am ready to take either a yes or a no.

Berries are tasty, and they don't give a yes or no.

Red berries. A regard to Jacob's dead body, I can eat his forbidden fruit. His rules died with him.

Damien sat with me for a while, his eyes not on anything particular, though I could tell his brain was deep in thought. "How are you?" I ask him.

The question took him by surprise, or what I could contemplate from his controlled expression.

"Me?" He asked to be sure.

I furrow my brows and smile. "Yes. You. You also suffered some wounds in the battle. How are you feeling?"

"...I...feel fine," He said, "I am a...Lycan, I heal fast."

I raise my brows. Superpowers were nice. I wanted one too. This pain was killing me.

"Must feel really good," I said, running my other hand over my gauze wrapped arm, "Normal people need bitter medicines and have to be mummified in order to recover,"

There was a ghost of a smile on his face. I wonder if he ever really smiles. Or laugh?

And when I look into his eyes. They reflect the only thing I hated about his eyes. Sadness. Misery. Pain?

He was not happy, and somehow this affects me. The urge to change that had returned. I sighed.

To make him happy. Content.

In love with me.

Where did that come from?

"I wish it did," He sighed, "But it doesn't."

More thoughts rush through my brain as I analyze him.

He stares ahead at nothing particular.

"No one ever asked me how I was...before," He spoke.

My heart skipped a beat and I tensed.

"...Why?" I ask.

He looked at me, into my eyes.

"I suppose...no one cared,"

We stare at each other. Unsaid words hang in the air between us, choking me.

Before I could contemplate and overthink everything he said and did, he was standing up. He nods his head once at me and walks to the door.

"If you need anything, ask Gabe. He is right outside the doors, on guard."

He said without turning, so that I was facing his back, and he left the room.

I settle on eating more as I overthink. Thinking burns calories. I doubt if berries had enough calories.

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Three days I stayed in the hospital, before I was released on bail. I had to fulfill their conditions or they would seize me again.

These conditions included taking the bitter medications, keeping the wound clean, changing to fresh dressings, checking for warning signs of infection returning, and avoiding heavy lifting, exercise, and arm movement.

So just the arm remains seized, the rest of me is free to move on will, that if my body allows me to, in between the pain and lack of energy.

Erica held my stuff in a big bag. My doctor's file was in her hand, and a determined look on her face. It made me smile.

Alex waited for us by the door, and he carefully helped me out of the hospital and into the car.

I look at the tall white building. I never want to return here. Hated the experience. A one star rating, only because the tea they served was good.

The car took us back to the big gates, I was forced to never look at again. They opened for me, welcoming me inside.

"We will be staying here from now on," Erica told me, her face beaming.

"You and I together,"

She was over the moon when I told her Damein had lifted my ban. I am now a free citizen and can come and go as I please.

What I didn't tell her was that I would still leave. Once I heal, I will go back to Seraphic. Whatever the reason was that convinced Damien to let me stay, he still had bashed me. He clearly did not want me here and suspected I would leave even when I was injured. It was out of mercy.

I was thankful to him for showing me such feelings, and I would leave the moment I could function properly.

I would visit Erica from time to time, but I would stay away from Damien.

The thought pinched at my heart. I didn't want it to feel bad.

I wanted to see him. I hated that I wanted to see him. I hated that I hated I wanted to see him. It was a paradox.

Damein was making me crazy.

I got out of the car, and the accused, for my paradox, stood by the wooden main door above the foyer.

He was talking to a bunch of men. All well built, tall, and probably could induce a concussion with one punch to my head.

Among all, my mate still stood out. Taller, larger, stronger, handsomer.

I tell myself to look away, and my eyes settle on Erica. She had caught me staring at Damien. Suspicion coated her face. I smiled in return, like I didn't know what was happening.

"So this place is a pack house and offices?" I ask her to change her chain of thought.

"This is everything," She laughed, "It is a pack house in this wing, and there are offices, ballrooms, libraries. The other wing consists of training lands," She counted off everything on her fingers, "And an art museum,"

She beamed at the last count.

Did I hear her right?

An art museum?!

"Is there?" I wanted to make sure. God! How I miss art. It had only been a few days, and I was craving the smell of paint, the texture of a white canvas as I ran my hand over it.

"Yes. I haven't seen it yet. But Alex said there is,"

She looked at her mate, standing with Damien and his men.

I watch as her eyes shine brighter, and her face grows warmer with red.

"So? How is this going?"

I ask, moving my head between Alex and her, "Is he treating you well?"

She blushed. "He treats me really well," She said, "He shows care and respect. He was so worried about you just because I was worried. He even stayed the nights at the hospital with me, making sure I was provided with everything I needed; everything you need, even though Gabe was present."

I smile. I was very happy for her. She found what she wanted. What she deserved.

Only a part of me wished. Wished I could too get the happy ending she got. Wished I wasn't the cursed one. Wished I wasn't a troublemaker by default.

I push away the thoughts and hug her, making sure I don't hurt my arm in the process. It hurts like hell.

"Who is Gabe?" I ask.

"He is one of the gammas."

"One of the? There are more?"

"Gabe and Anne are twins. They are both Gammas,"

She waited for my reaction, and it was to her liking.

"There is a female in charge?" I ask. She smiled again and nodded her head. "She is in charge of training soldiers. I have seen her once in the field. She is very scary," Erica said proudly.

'Women are feeble-minded and inept,"

"I cannot be associated with something so weak."

And the same man had a woman training his soldiers to be the greatest fighters in the world. The powerful Varkyrs.

I also wanted to see Anne now. Hell, I wanted to train with her. Fighting on the ground was like a drug I tasted the first time, and now I needed more. The danger.

The rush, the excitement, the horror.

It was crazy, and I liked the crazy.

"Should you two ladies like to go inside?" Alex asked, approaching us.

He was smiling as well. Everyone here is smiling.

He wrapped his arm around Erica's back and pulled her closer. They walked in while I followed beside them, taking slow steps.

Damein and I exchanged a glance. He looks away, and so do I.

We enter through the tall wooden door into a large lobby. It was surrounded by stone walls and glass windows. Paintings and sculptures hug the walls. There was a fountain at the center, and further down the lobby was inhabited by a large stair case.

I try to look closely at it. It wasn't the one I used to climb up to Damien that day. But it was in the pack house. So this place has two staircases?

How rich are these people?

Was this lifestyle achieved with hard-earned money or stolen from the taxes paid by the people for land improvement?

Although there were no complaints about the city's land.

Alex explained to me the layout of the pack house, which included the living room, kitchen, dining room, and additional rooms.

He talked, and my brain malfunctioned, causing me to forget the locations and directions. I had always been the kind of person who never understood maps. I always misplace directions even though I have been somewhere a thousand times.

It was surprising how I found my way to Enigma pack all the way from Seraphic with no map or sense of direction.

"The bed chambers are upstairs. Emily will take you to your room."

'Your room'

Damein voices from behind me. I had heard his voice after two days, and it added a delicious chill to my body.

I didn't notice Emily before. She bowed her head at her Alpha.

"Yes, Alpha," she said, and looked towards me expectantly.

Erica helped me up the stairs, being overly protective of me misstepping as if I were a toddler with a concussion.

Sometimes she tends to take up the role of being a mother. I had always been a big brother type of person, though.

We took a few turns around the hall and reached a big wooden door, matching the others around the hall.

It was like a maze, given the vastness of this place.

Erica turned the lock and opened, stepping inside. She switched on the lights, and the room was illuminated, revealing the usual.

A big bed is in the center of the left wall-a window in front of the bed overlooking the planes. A couch and tables, and a bookshelf inhabited one corner.

A cupboard stood on the other side.

Erica helped me to bed. The room was nicely kept and clean. A fresh smell of flowers arose from the vases on the tables.

"You good?" She asked. I nodded my head. She left the room after a few other determined orders on how I need to be serious and take care of myself.

"I am glad you survived," Emily was standing by the bed, adjusting my sheets.

"I am still not sure I will be able to use my arm, though." I joked.

"No, not the battle. The alpha," She whispered the last part. "That day when you came up to talk to him in his bed chambers,"

"Oh, that," I laughed, "Yes, I am glad I survived too,"

"He was worried for you when you were admitted to the hospital," She told me, "He would ask Alex about you."

She was whispering still.

"He did?"

She nodded her head gravely.

"He asked me to prepare the guest room for you and make sure you are pleasant here. He said I was your private help now." She smiled, "Since you are injured and all,"