Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

Right there stood one of the maids with a food trolley in front of her. She had the brightest of smiles on her lips which somehow took the lines out of my forehead.

“From the King,” She said immediately handing me a note. It read: I’m sorry about breakfast. Hope this adds up.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

The last time I had gotten a note that was from the king, it hadn’t ended well for me but this one was different. It had the stamp of the pack symbol and only Kieran had that. I smiled back as soon as I sighted the stamped seal on the note and then the maid pulled the trolley in with the meal.

“Thanks, I’ll take it up from here,” I said still staring at the note as a smile creeped on my lips. What was that I felt? Warmth? Could Kieran possibly care about me the way that I now thought he did? I scoffed as thoughts clouded my head, then I threw in a berry in my mouth and crunched down on it the same time I realised that the maid still stood there.

“Why are you just standing there staring? Or did Kieran ask for a feedback?”

“No my lady, I just wanted to make sure that you’ve taken a bite and you loved it just in case the king asks.”

“Oh well, it’s lovely but he would have done better, go tell your king that,” I chuckled taking a bite of the jam-spread toast. It sure did taste nice.

“Okay, enjoy,” She giggled as she walked out. Somehow, I found it a bit weird for a maid that I had never met before, or have I? Just then, it clicked, I rushed back towards the door but did not find her there or anywhere around the hallway, it was though she had just disappeared.

As the thoughts came running in my head scanning my head of where I had seen that face. She had looked so jovial than the first time I had seen her by the diner when she served Kieran and I. And now, she was here right in my room. Just then, I took up the note and looked at it for a while. My eyes did not leave the stamp. I had seen that stamp before, not in Kieran’s study table but there in the room. I had read through a note that had it before perhaps a while ago.

I rushed through the drawer as I searched for something similar, the first note that Kieran had ever given me. It was the exact one I thought about. It had a similar stamp but something was off about the one that she had given me. As I ran my fingers across the stamp the ink came out which was not the same thing for the first one that Kieran had given me before. There was definitely something off, I had felt it in my gut the very first moment that I had opened that door but the overwhelming anger for Kieran’s unconcerned nature hadn’t made me notice.

I stared at it for a while longer. Just then, I noticed the tips of my fingers, they shook and I had no control over or was it my eyes that shook. I stared back to the trolley with the food and it was as though that there were two trolleys there. Something was definitely wrong. Either the trolleys had somehow become a duo or, I had suddenly began to have double vision.

“What’s going on?” I muttered as I watched my hands shaking very much now, my eyes felt hurt and could no longer hold any image. Something warm ran down my nose. I wiped my hands over, it was a mixture of the blue ink and a reddish fluid- blood. It didn’t take me long enough to realise_ after I felt my throat tightening that I was actually dying and probably gasping my last breaths.

“Kieran,” I sprung up from the bed and as I tried to move, It was as though I had no legs just two dry logs fixed to my torso. They staggered until I crashed down on the trolley as the dishes and the food fell on me. I couldn’t understand what the hell was going on, my body had a mind of its on and I was left to feel the pains.

Whatever was going on in my body was happening so fast. Too fast to think of anyway to call for help. If Kieran had a way of knowing that I was in danger, I hoped so much that he would sense my pains and helplessness but if not, then I would be gasping my last breath in the next minute. But in the next minute, the door swung open and Kieran and some unfamiliar faces rushed towards me. Indeed, we shared a similar mind.

“Clara! Clara, what’s wrong with you?” Kieran asked. He fled from the door as he tried to pull me up and for the first time, my body somehow overpowered his because it refused to move. As I opened my mouth my speak, I only heard the sounds of gurgles from my throat, it was like I choked on my words. I could only wince that’s was the only sound I could understand. It seemed like every hair on my skin inflicted a pain of its own.

“Th.. the… maid… maid” I managed to say.

“What maid? Alex send for the doctor immediately,” Kieran commanded and the man beside him dashed pit just immediately.

“I should have listened to you,” he kept saying.

The more time passed the more I lost my body to whatever now took control of it. It was like I was there but then, I wasn’t. I watched through my eyes like a hole while everything around was pitch black. I was stuck in a void. My body laid their while my extremities shook.

“She is having a seizure,” I heard one of the men say. Alex had arrived with him. He seemed to be the expert as everyone paved way for him including Kieran.

“Who did this?” Kieran said.

“She got me, she finally got me,” I managed to bloat out before the lights got really dim and then it all went dark and silent. And a moment of peace followed. True peace.

All my life, I had craved only for peace. Ever since I watched my parents being dragged away from me. I have longed to be in their care again and to have nothing else in the world to worry my silly head about. To live in a world where no feeling mattered not even love just peace and quiet. The kind I had now. I never knew that I would finally reach the peak of this peace on my death bed, such irony. It remained so for as long as I hoped.

Until gradually, the first beep banged in my ear as it spanned in my head and then there was another. After the third, I knew just that it was not going to end anytime soon and so I needed to wrap my banging head around it. As the sound came, so did the lights follow. I couldn’t have imagined how long I was out but I still had my memories. I knew that if I had ended up in the hospital then I would see the lights from the bulbs and the walls and even the chairs and the nurses just as I had seen it all in the past. But a white light, that was all there was.

“She is awake, make the call,” I heard an unfamiliar voice.

Why was I seeing nothing and why has my lips refused to move?