Chapter 20 Nineteen
Nora.
Later today is Howard’s coronation, and despite my anger at him for bringing up his mistress, I still want to make him happy. As Selene, lays out my dress for the day, a thought crosses my mind. "Do you think I should get him a gift?" I ask, my gaze focused on the stunning dress she's placing before me. It's a strapless emerald green gown, one that promises to hug my figure in all the right ways.
Selene's voice carries a gentle tone as she replies, "If you wish to, my Luna. I'm sure he'd love that." Her respectful bow speaks volumes of her loyalty and understanding of my new position. She disappears into my closet briefly and returns holding a tiara. I eye the delicate accessory, contemplating whether it's necessary.
"I have to wear that also?" I question, a hint of amusement in my voice.
Her expression takes on a perplexed look, and she reassures me, "You don't have to if you don't want, my Luna." A smile tugs at my lips as I mull over the idea. "I just thought it would complement your outfit and beautiful face," she adds, her words bringing a burst of excitement to my chest. I can practically feel my anticipation rising, fueled by the prospect of dressing up for the occasion.
With a nod, I make my decision. "I'll wear it," I declare, my eagerness shining through. Selene returns my smile and gently places the tiara beside the dress, their combined presence making my room feel like a realm of possibilities.
"So, about the gift?" I inquire again, my pacing bringing me back and forth within the confines of my room. Selene considers my question before suggesting, "You should get him a new suit."
Instantly, I find myself agreeing with her. Howard, now ascending to the role of the new alpha, will undoubtedly require a wardrobe befitting his status. As the future leader, he'll need to command respect not only through his presence but also his attire. The idea resonates with me, and I nod in agreement. "You're right," I say, feeling a sense of purpose settling in. "A new suit would be a thoughtful gesture."
As the moments tick away, I can't help but feel a mix of emotions. Despite the complexities and tensions that have arisen between us, I'm unwavering to make this coronation a memorable event—for both Howard and myself. And with Selene's assistance, I have the means to navigate the intricacies of this day, all while carrying myself with grace and confidence befitting a Luna.
After Selene and I have carefully laid out my own dress for the upcoming coronation, she accompanies me to the upscale men's boutique. The shop owner is well-acquainted with Howard, his presence a familiar one in this establishment. With a polite nod, he takes note of my purpose and understandingly retrieves a measuring tape.
As I peruse the racks of impeccably tailored suits, my thoughts drift towards Howard. I turn the shop owner, seeking her opinion. "What color do you think would fit Howard more?" I inquire, my gaze sweeping over the assortment of fine garments adorning the nearby mannequins.
He takes a moment to contemplate before responding, his voice respectful and considerate. "Uh, a black suit or blue-black suit, my Luna. Those are his favorite colors." His words align with what I've come to know of Howard's preferences, and I appreciate his insight.
I rub my chin thoughtfully, mentally weighing the options. Black and blue-black, both are colors that exude sophistication and authority. It's a decision I know I need to make with care, as this suit will be a reflection of the leader he's becoming.
After moments of contemplation, I decide to choose both colors. With a sense of resolve, I request the selected suits. I also inquire if they can be delivered directly to Howard's chamber, a surprise awaiting him in preparation for his coronation.
The shop owner assures me that the suits will be promptly delivered, and I find myself feeling a sense of satisfaction. This gesture might be a small one, but it's a way for me to demonstrate my support and care for Howard.
Despite the challenges we've faced and the complications that have arisen between us, I'm determined to make this occasion a memorable one—a symbol of unity, respect, and a new chapter in our intertwined destinies. As I exit the boutique with Selene right behind me, I'm filled with a mixture of anticipation and hope, eager to see the impact of my gesture unfold during the impending coronation.
I stand before the mirror, my gaze fixed on my reflection. The dress I'm wearing is elegant, befitting of the occasion, yet my thoughts drift to a different time and place. I wish my mother were here to witness the turns my life has taken. This isn't the path I envisioned, and I'm certain my mother never wished for my life to unfold in this manner.
Love wasn't supposed to be complicated like this. I never imagined myself falling for a playboy, let alone marrying him. It's almost ironic—the person he despised the most has become the one he's tethered to. He holds the belief that I'm the one who's disrupted his life, when in reality, it's him who's shattered my emotional and physical well-being.
Despite it all, I love Howard. I can't deny the connection we share, especially after discovering that the moon goddess herself chose him as my mate. But if I could control the desires of my heart, I'd rid myself of this love. It's a painful irony to feel such deep affection for someone who brings me constant pain and stress. It's an unending cycle—either him or one of his countless women, all of them a constant source of distress.
With a deep breath, I try to push the overwhelming emotions aside, swallowing the pain that threatens to choke me. My heart aches, and it feels like there's a heavy weight on my chest. The door to my room creaks open, and I instinctively turn, anticipation mingling with a twinge of anxiety as I try to anticipate who has entered. My gaze locks with his—it's Howard. The tension in the room feels intense as I prepare myself for whatever comes next.
He's not where he's supposed to be—at the hall, preparing to step into the role of the Alpha of Direwood. His attire surprises me even more. Dressed in a black suit, it's the very suit I picked out for him earlier today. I didn't expect him to actually wear it.
He approaches with that enigmatic expression of his, the one that conceals his true emotions. My frustration simmers as I wish he wouldn't hide from me like this. His gaze travels over my outfit, and for a fleeting moment, I swear I catch a hint of astonishment in his eyes. But just as quickly, he shifts his attention back to my face, his demeanor regaining its composed façade.
"Are you ready?" he asks, his voice low and commanding, his figure towering over me. My heart races, its rhythm so rapid that I fear he can hear it. Nerves and a strange mixture of embarrassment and anticipation churn within me, leaving me momentarily speechless. I manage a nod, unable to find my voice in the face of his intense presence.
His eyes remain fixed on mine, and it's an almost maddening feeling, the way his gaze captures my attention, pulling me in despite the myriad of emotions coursing through me. It's in moments like these that I can't help but fall for him all over again, even though the path we've walked together has been anything but smooth. Moon Goddess, I hope there's a purpose to this turbulent connection we share.
Howard's hand reaches up to adjust the tiara perched on my head, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You really are ready to be the Luna of my pack," he remarks, his words carrying a weight that I can't quite decipher.
Despite the lingering uncertainty in his tone, I choose not to let it deter me. I'm determined to embrace this role, to stand by his side, even if it means navigating the complexities of our relationship.
Finally gathering the courage to speak, I question him, my voice slightly shaky. "Aren't you supposed to be out there?" My gaze remains fixed on him as his presence continues to envelop me.
The scent of his cologne is intoxicating, making me feel somewhat wobbly, a sensation I secretly enjoy. His lips curl into a smirk, a response that's both infuriating and oddly endearing. He nods in affirmation. "Someone will be here soon to accompany you to the hall." With that, he steps back, his demeanor retreating from the room as he turns to leave.
Before he's fully gone, his words reach me, spoken with an unexpected sincerity. "Thanks for the suits." It's a simple sentence, but in its simplicity, it carries a weight that resonates deep within me. As the door closes behind him, I'm left standing there, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts swirling within me, a concoction of uncertainty, hope, and a renewed sense of determination.
Although Howard has left my room, the essence of his presence lingers, a teasing reminder of his recent proximity. My heart races, and I find myself struggling to compose myself. Swallowing hard, I settle onto the vanity stool, the cool surface providing a measure of relief as I attempt to quell the light-headedness that's overcome me. The sensations he stirs within me are a cacophony of emotions that defy easy explanation. The unspoken allure he carries is a potent force, one that I'm both drawn to and wary of.
Taking a deep breath, I try to steady myself, the delicate balance between attraction and caution a constant undercurrent in my interactions with him. I sit there, my thoughts a whirlwind of emotions, my fingers absently tracing patterns on the vanity surface.
Minutes pass, the silence in the room only amplifying the countless of emotions churning within me. I'm waiting for the person who's meant to accompany me to the hall, where Howard's coronation is taking place. The anticipation builds, my focus shifting to the sound of a gentle knock on the door. Selene's voice filters in, informing me of the visitor waiting outside. A smile tugs at my lips as she continues, "You have someone here to see you."
The door opens, and my heart skips a beat when I catch sight of her. Lizzie stands there, a radiant smile on her face, and my initial surprise gives way to sheer joy.
"Oh, Goodness, Lizzie," I exclaim, my voice filled with genuine delight. Without hesitation, I rush forward, my arms enveloping her in a tight hug. The embrace is filled with warmth, a reunion that's been long overdue.
Tears well up in my eyes as I pull back to get a good look at her. "What a wonderful surprise," I repeat, my words sincere. The distance between us has felt like an eternity, and having her here with me on this momentous day is an unexpected blessing. The bond between us, forged in the camaraderie of our shared past, remains unbreakable.
Lizzie's soft chuckle fills the air, her words painting a picture of Howard's invitation that bridged the distance between our homes. "An invitation was sent to your house and mine from Howard. I couldn't miss the opportunity to see you for the world." Her presence alone brings comfort, and my heart swells with gratitude at Howard's thoughtful gesture in inviting both our families. The warmth of his intention contrasts with the internal turmoil I feel at the prospect of facing Herman and his daughters.
As Lizzie and I step outside, Selene accompanies us to the awaiting car. The conversation with Lizzie is a welcome distraction, a chance to catch up on all that I've missed since leaving home. Lizzie informs me that Miles, my step brother, has left to pursue his career—an announcement that stings, as he didn't bid me farewell. Yet, hearing about Lizzie's happiness in finding her mate, the Beta's son, fills me with genuine joy. Her happiness becomes my own, a glimmer of light in the midst of the tangled emotions that dominate my thoughts.
Arriving at the hall just in time, we're greeted by the bustling energy of the event. Howard is already present, engaging with guests as they arrive.
Lizzie is led to her seat by one of the servants, and I make my way towards my seat but an encounter with my stepfather Herman and his daughters interrupts my path. The heavy atmosphere is intense, and I take a deep breath to steady myself before approaching them. Ella and Eliana, Herman's daughters, cast envious looks my way, their familiar disdain a sharp reminder of the past I've worked hard to move beyond.
"Ah, Nora, I am so pleased to see you again." Herman greets me, his tone almost cordial. It's a stark contrast to how we last parted ways, and I find it difficult to believe he's genuinely pleased to see me. The facade of politeness is unsettling, especially considering our history.
Eliana's voice follows, dripping with envy as she speaks. "You really are doing well." The words hold a certain bitterness, reflecting the resentment they've harbored for me since our paths diverged. It's clear they take issue with my current status.
The tension in the air is tangible, but I offer a gracious smile, determined to maintain a sense of civility despite the undercurrents of discord. "It's a pleasure to see you all again," I reply, choosing to focus on the positive aspects of the moment. "And thank you for sparing your time to come celebrate with us." My words hold a genuine note of gratitude, even though I'm well aware of the underlying complexities.
A shared look between the three of them speaks volumes, their displeasure with my peaceful appearance evident in their expressions. The past has left its mark, creating a rift that seems insurmountable. When they remain silent, I politely excuse myself, eager to move away before their negativity takes hold and upsets my carefully cultivated equilibrium.
With a final smile that conceals my true feelings, I head towards my designated seat. As I settle into the surroundings of the event, the mixed emotions that have colored my day continue to vie for my attention, reminding me of the intricate web of connections, past grievances, and the path that lies ahead.
With the growing crowd and the impending start of the main event, my anticipation and nervousness rise in tandem.
Howard wasn’t in his seat yet so I decide to join him as he welcomed the guests.
Just as I decide to rise and approach Howard, my heart plummets as a woman appears before him, her arms wrapping around him in a possessive gesture. Recognition strikes me as I take in her appearance—she's the same woman who claimed to be his Luna, the source of my previous pain and confusion. She's adorned in the same color as me, her head adorned with a tiara, a mocking reflection of the role I'm meant to embody.
The sight of her is a dagger to the chest, and I struggle to catch my breath, the sharp pang of hurt and betrayal overwhelming me. Howard's gaze meets mine, but it's fleeting, his eyes shifting away as if avoiding my presence. Stunned and immobilized by the hurt that courses through me, I stand there like a spectator, feeling useless and discarded, my emotions a chaotic whirlpool that threatens to consume me.