Chapter 4

Amelia’s POV

“I have to tell you something.” I started after pondering on how to break the news to Damien.

“What is it Amelia?” He asked, patting the side next to him on the plush red couch. I walked slowly to where he sat, twiddling my thumbs as he put his arms around me.

“Well, my mother’s family visited me.”

“And?” He asked, running his hands down my bare arms. I nestled in his hold.

“Well, they told me they want me to follow them back to the Red Moon pack.” As the words left my mouth I felt my heart beating fast against my chest as I waited for his reaction.

“Redmoon pack? The pack filled with hybrids?” He said with a distasteful tone. I was a bit thrown off by the look of surprise on his face and disgust in his tone, but that was almost my exact reaction when Aunt Abigail told me the news. My fingers twirled around his chest in circles.

“My mother was a hybrid. She had the blood of the witch clan flowing through her and I didn't know till now.”

“Amelia?” He held my chin up as he stared into my eyes, his gaze piercing into my soul. I wondered if he knew just how much effect he had on me. “Are you… going to leave with them? Are you going to leave me?”

“No,” I shook my head, cupping both his cheeks.

“Damien, I would never leave you.”

“Good,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

“Because I want you to turn down their offer. You are going to be my Luna, Amelia.”

I returned home that night with butterflies rioting at the pit of my stomach and my heart swelling with pride. I couldn't wait to finally leave this damned house and spend the rest of my life with Damien.

As I inched near the entrance, I heard muffled arguments. I loomed near and heard a familiar voice.

“You don't understand… she needs to hear from me…” I rolled my eyes when I recognized the voice. It was Aunt Abigael. I twisted the door knob and pushed it in. My feet had barely touched the carpet on the floor before I heard my name.

“Amelia..” Aunt Abigael wiped her hands on her gown as she rose to her feet. I walked past her without sparing her a side-glance. She caught my wrist before I reached the staircase.

“Amelia, we need to talk.” I pushed her hand away softly as I heaved a deep sigh and turned to look at her.

“I believe we've spoken before.”

“Amelia, you have to listen to me. Our pack needs you.” As the words left her mouth I felt anger coursed through me.

“You have never been in my life for the past eighteen years and now, you want me to follow you to some pack and become their Luna? That doesn't make any sense!”

“Some pack? Amelia!” She shunned, her voice broke a little and an icy feeling pierced through me. I knew the Red Moon pack was my mother’s pack. I shouldn't have said that but I have made up my mind.

“Amelia, this is your mother’s dying wish. Are you really going to keep acting like a spoiled child? I cut her off immediately. I was far from being a spoiled child if only she knew how much I had suffered all these years.

“Don't make me look like the villain here. I don't want to go with you. Why can't you just understand that? I don't know anything about hybrids or whatever it's that they can do.”

“Amelia, keep your voice down… We don't- -” I cut her off mid-sentence.

“Don't tell me that!” I yelled as I clenched and unclenched my fists. “Before you crashed into my life, I didn't even know you existed. When my mom passed away and you didn't even show up for the funeral. You didn't care about me until now. You're so selfish. I bet you want all that power to yourself and I'll be the perfect bait.”

“Amelia, don't speak to your aunt that way!” Uncle Jasper brows were furrowed. He was upset and so was I.

“Twenty four hours ago, she wasn’t!” I stomped my way up the stairs.

“Amelia...” she called out to me.

“I’m not going with you. Please, leave.” I gave her one last look before walking to my room.

As I shut the door of my room behind me, I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my eyes. Different emotions wash through me, I felt guilty for my sudden outburst. I had hurt Aunt Abigael with my cruel words but it was best that she left alone. I could not leave the BloodMoon pack not when I am about to be announced as Damien’s Mate and the future Luna..

I heard my father's voice from downstairs, he was talking to Aunt Abigael as she prepared to leave.

The knots in my belly tightened, it was already late at night. My father had tried to convince her to leave the next morning, but she insisted on leaving.

I crawled into my bed, as I hoped I had made the right decision. I hope my mother would understand me, after all she had abandoned her pack for my father.

…………..

The day of the mating ceremony came like a flash. The day every Omega and Alpha anticipated. The day all my wishes would come true. As I made preparations that night, the giddy feeling settled over my heart and I smiled.

I will be Damien's Luna.

I pushed back my seat and stared at my reflection in the long, grimly mirror hanging on the wall. I was perfect.

I had blown out my long golden hair, added color to my lips and cheeks and picked up a beautiful green dress that matched Damien's eyes.

I wore the barrette over my hair to complete my final look. It was perfect indeed.

Freya waltzed into the room like she owned the place, wearing the same barrette as I did. A scoff escaped her lips as she scrutinized my face and dress.

“What is that thing doing on you?”  

“You mean this dress?” I twirled in her face and smiled. “It's the dress I bought for this very special occasion.” Freya burst into a mocking laugh, her maid Mae following.

“You? Special occasion? Please, the only special occasion you'll have is crying when no one will choose you as their mate.” She ran her delicate fingers on the barrette with a smile tugging at her daring red lips.

“Green is not your color. You should get that in black to mourn your hopes.”

“You..” I fisted my hands at my sides.

“What were you going to do? Hit me?” Freya gave a dramatic gasp and turned to Mae. “She was going to hit me with that filthy hand of hers.”

“Just wait till Damien chooses me as his mate. You'll see.” I lifted my chin and flashed a grin. Indeed, she will be stunned when it happens.

“Damien choosing you?” She leaned closer and sniffled the air. “There seems to be a scent that follows you around.

“Delusion?” “Yes, quit being delusional.” Freya said.

“We'll see.” I said with a wild grin.

“Oh, we will, darling.” She said before turning towards the door.

I shaked my head as she left my room. Freya doesn't know that I and Damien have been betrothed to each other since we were ten years old. I can't wait to see the look on her face when Damien claims me as his mate in front of everyone.

“Oh no!” The carriage had left me behind.

“Evil witches.” I spat before letting out a heavy sigh.

Matilda and Freya took the carriage to the ceremony whereas I boarded a local one I had to share with two other women. The journey was a hassle but it was worth it. In just a few hours I would be Damien's mate and never cross paths with them again.