CHAPTER 42

CHAPTER 42
Chloe's POV:

I kept staring up at him with puppy eyes, batting my eyes up at him. “Will you?” I asked again.

He stared down at me, his lips tightly pressed against each other. His fists were clenched, his knuckles almost turning white and I lowered my hands to unclench them and locked out fingers together. He still had not said anything yet and with how much his facial muscles kept straining, it was hard to visualize him making a sound anytime in the nearest future!

“Babe,” I called, shaking his stiff body. “I asked if you would let my aunt stay with us?”

“Yes,” he gritted out in a cold voice. “I. Will,” after so much struggling, he replied.

I gave him a beaming smile. “Thank you my love,” I said, raising myself up on my toes and smacked a kiss to his lips. I grabbed his hand, pulling him further into the town. My legs trembled slightly, my eyes spinning as I moved. My body had been acting strangely of late and I couldn't understand what was going on. Was that because I had used so much powers of late? Had I outdone myself? I would have talked to Lily about it, if only I did not feel like seeing her face or even being in the same room with her for more than a second!

The tall fence of the royal house which rose above the other houses, came into view and our footsteps increased as we approached.

I could already hear the place bustling with life, as servants busied themselves with running errands and stopping to greet us as we made our way inside the house. I stopped my a young maid, asking that a glass of juice be brought for me before I cleaned up and readied to have breakfast. “Phew!” I sighed, slumping down on a couch in the living room. I turned to look at my brooding husband who had been following quietly behind me the whole time. “Are you alright?”

“Hmph!”

That was all I got as a reply, before he walked away from me and stomped away.

I snorted, deciding not to let unnecessary attitudes from certain people get to me. I fidgeted with my fingers, while I waited for the juice I had asked for and it was not too long, when another maid came in with a glass of apple goodness in a little tray. She placed it down on the table before me and before she could make her way out, I stopped her. “What is your name?”

“Daniella, my Luna,” she replied in a shy voice, keeping her head down.

It was by the grace of whichever gods that were above, did I stop myself from rolling my eyes. “Have a seat,” I offered, waving her over to the cushion opposite of me.

She hesitated, looking at me with a hint of surprise and shyness.

“Do not worry, sit.”

“I have no problem standing, my Luna,” she hastily replied, her scared eyes flickering over to me then back to the floor as she went back to admiring it so lovingly.

I sighed, trying so hard not to let the building up anger overcome me. I easily got angry these days, but it seemed to me like Daniella had no idea about that. “Who asked you to sit?”

“You did.”

“And whom am I to you?”

“You are my Luna, my queen.”

I slapped my tongue against my teeth, twice. “So, why do you disobey me?” I asked, cocking one eyebrow. The more she kept silent, the thinner my patience became. “Answer me!”

She trembled slightly, and I wondered if I scared her. Was she scared of me? Do I scare the people around me? Are my subjects scared of me?

“Look at me!” I commanded, making her lift her eyes up to meet mine and I trapped her in, not letting her look away even if that was what she wanted. “Now, you tell me the truth—are you scared of me?”

“No Luna!” She replied too quickly for my liking. Her eyes diverted back to the ground but not fast enough because I saw the fear lingering in them.

My heart skip a beat and I felt pain there, like someone had taken thousands of needles and pricked me there. She really was scared and that could only mean that the rest of the servants also were and maybe, hopefully not; the rest of the pack as well. My mind went back to the day in the woods, when I had overheard some she-wolves talking about my double personality and it bothered me if that had anything to do with Daniella's attitude. There was only one way to find out!

“You are scared of me,” I deadpanned. She started to shake her head in denial, but I shot her an icy look, making her movement cease and her lips clamped shut. “Why? Why are you scared of me?”

“Luna I... I...,” she stuttered,looking around helplessly, like she would find something that could save her out of this. “I am not—”

“Shh...,” I interjected, stopping her with a raised finger. “Whatever should come out of that mouth of yours, should better be the truth, or else; I will rip you apart and feed you the scavengers!”

I had not meant for that to come out as a threat, but with the way Daniella was shaking; it seemed to me like she really felt threatened.

She gulped visibly, her head casted downwards. “I do fear you,” she finally said.

Believe me when I say; that I had not prepared for the kind of stab that that did to my chest. What the hell was wrong with me? Why did I care about what a servants thought about me? When the hell did I even start care g about what anyone had to say about me? Does that mean I should not bother with her anymore?

“Why do you fear me?” I asked, betraying my sense of good judgement. “Tell me, why do you fear me...?”

Her lips parted open, and I thought she was going to speak, only for her to fall down on her knees and her forehead hit the ground. “I am sorry my Luna! My tongue has refused to say out any abominable words towards you, do not punish me any longer by asking, do not!”

I stared down at her bent figure. Definitely, something was going on here! What would make her so hesitant to talk? It had to be what I suspected, it had to be!

My heart picked up velocity!