Chapter 30
My head leans against the window as the events from last night came back to haunt me. Everything is a little fuzzy, but I can recall my embarrassing actions quite clearly. The kissing, the intense feelings, and the headache—it was all horrifying, though I did enjoy the kissing very much. I cannot help it. The mate bond has me tightly in its hold.
The bond will surely give me a hard time these next few days, as Sebastian is painfully far from the Kenn Pack. I wonder if he will be able to sleep because I know that I will be tossing and turning for most of the dreadful night. My anxiety is already continuously reminding me of the nightmares since Sebastian will not be here to shield me from it all.
Saying goodbye was a hurdle, and I almost did not make it. This is the first time we are apart for more than half a day, and the realization of being on my own is making my foot tap rapidly. The feeling of his kiss and embrace still lingers on my skin, making me grasp onto it for as long as I can muster. It was not a quick goodbye. The entire morning felt like one giant wave-off. I was anticipating it ever since I managed to fall asleep the night before.
Sebastian insisted we take a car instead of a shifted travel, as the public roads are much safer than unclaimed forest. I had only been in a car once before when my parents dropped me off at Grandmother’s. We parked on the side of a road quite similar to the one I am on now, and they led me through the dense trees until we reached the house. I wonder where that car is now.
Taking my head off the window, I fall to my side along the back seats and try to rest my eyes. Two guards sit up front, the ones who are watching over me at the Kenn Pack, and I trust them to get us there safely.
After politely asking if that is indeed a window on the roof, I ask for the cover to be pushed back so I can stare at the sky. All of it looks like a blue blur with other white blurs sparsely splattered about, and it is not as entertaining as I hoped it to be. Maybe if it was night, maybe then I could look up at the stars and the moon.
“How long is the drive to the Kenn Pack?”
“Around three hours, Luna,” one of the guards kindly informs me.
I do not remember such a long drive from when I was a child.
We have probably been in the car for only twenty minutes, and I already feel a longing for my mate. Hopefully, Alpha Kenn can distract me from the sad thoughts with much-needed information about his uncle. It is, after all, why I am leaving my mate in the first place so I can live with him without having a fear of being killed every day, waiting for it to happen in the pit of paranoia.
I already miss his voice and his smile, which I rarely see, and the secure feeling of having his arms wrapped around me. I cannot blame all of these feelings on the mate bond anymore, as I am very guilty.
After last night we both went upstairs, and in the fifteen minutes it took for us to get ready for bed, he must have asked me ten times if I was okay. He wanted to call the doctor, but I convinced him that I was alright. The doctor is here so often that with one more visit, he might think we are purposely trying to become ill. After that, he thought I should wait a couple of days before leaving, which also took a fair bit of convincing.
I manage to fall asleep in the car, and before I know it, a soft hand is tapping on my arm.
“Luna, we’re here.”
“I told you not to wake her up.” A whispering voice scolds the other.
“What are we supposed to do? Wait until she wakes up? That could be tomorrow.”
“I don’t know.”
My eyes flutter open, and instead of complete daylight, I see an orange sky ahead of me. The two guards hit each other when they notice me waking up.
“Are we here?” I mumble and wearily sit up.
“Yes. We just arrived in front of the alpha’s home.”
“The alpha’s home?”
The guard nods. “We got orders to arrive at this exact location.” I blink a few times and stretch out my arms.
“Well, alright then.”
One of the guards hurries out and opens the door for me. I give him a smile before heading towards the front door. As of now, the ground feels the same, nothing too different from home. No memories are being triggered. Then again, I did not get out much as a young child.
I knock on the door and anxiously wait a few steps away. The guards are standing a couple feet behind me, giving me some much-needed space. If I vomit, they will be out of view.
The door opens, and a pretty woman is standing before me.
“Alpha, it’s the luna you were talking about. She’s here.” The woman calls back into the house. “Hello, I’m Gemma.” “Hello. Evangeline,” I introduce myself.
Just when it is starting to feel awkward, a person, who I am assuming is Alpha Kenn, comes rushing to the door. He is handsome and in his thirties, which changes my mind about Gemma being his possible daughter.
“Are you mates?” I ask.
“Nope.” She smiles before Alpha Kenn shoos her out of the house.
“Was she your friend?”
“Uh. No,” he tells me distractedly as he shuts the front door behind my guards.
Finally, he turns to me, and we start a proper greeting.
“It is lovely to finally meet you. You have a lovely voice, and I knew it would only lead to a lovelier person.” One of my guards cough.
“Alright then.”
“I didn’t know that I would be staying with you.” I break the small period of silence.
“Well, of course. The house is surely big enough, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I didn’t mean—”
He interrupts me without noticing.
“How about I show you to the guest room. You get all settled in, and then we can talk about my uncle tonight?”