The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

It was the burial of Jessica Jessy Jax, daughter of Late Beta Jax. There was mourning and gloom in the air as she was laid in the ground.

Evelyn tried to sneak out the place, her heart felt heavy, but a strong arm held her waist back and a head buried on her shoulders.

“Jackson?” she asked but heard sniffs as response. She let him stay there. It was hard, she knew.

Han and Chan spread flowers around the grave after everyone was gone.

Jackson said Jessy asked him to plant flowers around her grave if she ever died. He didn’t know if she’d foreseen this. He’d still plant them.

“I am sorry for being reckless” Evelyn mumbled to his hearing. He raised his head at her.

“I am sorry for being reckless and causing Jessy to follow me that led her to dying” Evelyn rapped quickly.

“That wasn’t what I heard so isn’t the truth” Jackson stated.

“Will you believe them or me? They’re just trying to make me feel better?” her voice was breaking.

Han and Chan finished pouring the flowers around the grave. Han gave one last one to Jackson, smiled at him and left with Chan.

The flower was a blue bell which only reflected her blue his heart felt. A tear dropped on his hand, wrapped around Evelyn’s.

It was her tear, she wiped it off immediately.

“Eve, Jessy ran from the house on her own, Lydia and Red said so. She wanted to help you, and she did” Jackson played with her hands.

Evelyn pulled her hands away, turning, “She wanted to help cos she saw me being reckless. Don’t sugar coat it. I can’t bring her back!”.

Yes, he knew she couldn’t bring Jessy back. Then was there any use of crying?

She did what she could. Perhaps hadn’t save the day. But he was proud. She did hurt the Queen anyway.

Evelyn faced him again, when he didn’t react to her outburst, “I’m sorry. I just wish I can bring her back somehow, you’d need someone”.

“Since you can’t bring her back, stay with me”.

Evelyn gazed at him, “Sorry?” but she heard him right. He was gazing back at her so tenderly she felt she’d melt. She looked off.

“Well, I’d like to stay around and help you but anyone can do that. I have my siblings, dreams, oh and Galdrish’s war coming….” she ranted.

They didn’t seem much like a good excuse or answer to his request. She felt worse. Was he just saying this cos his sorrow drunk or…?

“The thing is…” she sat straight, “I am bad luck. And not perfect”. She was more direct. He meant something else and she couldn’t avoid it.

“C’mon, I’m to blame for Jessy’s death. Seeing me everyday is an open wound. Your world is cool but I messed up like I messed up in mine”.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She nodded. That was a better response. She wished Margaret could see her now and know she wasn’t a chicken to all this kind of issues.

“I never said you’re perfect, Eve. I just said you should stay” he repeated. Evelyn was to speak on something when she remembered her status.

“Not to hurt your feelings but, aren’t I supposed to be married to Scott?” okay, she regretted saying it. She didn’t know if she scarred him.

It was an arranged marriage for she and her sisters but by her village law, it was very much valid. She hoped he didn’t feel rejected.

But he laughed, “Scott said you didn’t take the marriage serious, you did?”. The question didn’t offended her, it should but she just stayed quiet.

Jackson looked ahead, “Come, let’s get more flowers for Jessy” he helped her stand up, they moved towards the garden.

Passing through Jessy’s grave, Evelyn felt a tear drop but she caught and wiped her eyes, “Don’t mind me. I can be a bit emotional”.

“Same. And then do things I regret” Jackson chuckled. Evelyn looked at her him and smiled. At least she wasn’t the only one.

They picked flowers in quietness. Though Evelyn felt Jackson’s eyes on her. She became self conscious.

She sometimes stayed at opposite walls to avoid his gaze but before she knew he was there again. It felt like a love game.

“Eve, you’re not bad luck though” she blinked at him, was that to be a compliment, “And no one’s perfect. If for anything, you are near perfect”.

She nodded. Why? She should speak but her mouth stayed glued.

“Jessy lived a happy life and is now a legend to us. Even the Luna blames herself for being weak and causing her death. It took a toll on us all”.

“You cook, clean, nurse, fight, lead, stay pretty, be haughty, intimidate and taunt” he gasped, “That’s multitasking and you do it well”.

Evelyn began laughing. So that was flirting?

“I’m being serious, Eve”.

She rolled her eyes, yeah right, “Well, thank you” her mouth opened. She dropped the flowers, she’d picked, in a basket he was with.

“Welcome. So don’t limit yourself. And I’d always be needing you around” he added. Her cheeks reddened, she looked away, plucking more flowers.

She felt something stick to her hair so she made a full turn, clashing on Jackson, he didn’t move and she was etched to his body.

He withdrew when the flower was stuck prettily in her hair, “There you go, you can go and show off now” he smirked.

She rolled her eyes, “I don’t show off. I’m not a baby. I’m matured”.

“Don’t be too matured. You’re just nineteen”.

“Almost twenty” she retorted.

He gave her a sorry look. She had to be a mum to her sisters too young and she thought she was old enough now.

If only she’d share her problems with someone, with him. He had no one to worry for.

“I still have a feeling you’re gonna show off that flower in your head though”.

She frowned, she made it sound like guys don’t give her flowers. They don’t.

He bent to pick up the basket and she dived down and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He froze there.

“Well, you go brag to your friends that a girl kissed you. Hmm, go brag” she stop her lips from smiling.

She began walking away, head up high but Jackson tried pulling her back. She ran, not sure what he wanted to do.

“Hey, hey, you can’t just kiss me and leave!” he shouted.

She kept on running but suddenly stopped and began laughing. Was this a game now? She liked the game.