Pretence

LUCIAN’S POV

I was sitting down in the dining room, wondering if the person I had just had a conversation with was still the same Alana I knew. The timid, vunerable, intimidated woman who crouched before me In fear.

I thought this conversation would go a lot smoother than I thought. Break the news to her, get her to concede to Diana being the second Luna and that was it. I didn’t expect that she’d straight up snap at me. I could see the rage burning in her eyes and it was then I realized she had probably taken a stand on her decision and was not going to make Diana, Luna.

For the first time tonight, I actually found myself questioning my actions towards Alana these past few years. The part about vibrators stunned me to the bone marrow. I was bound to get horny, and I usually wanked off or spent the night with Diana. I had assumed Alana might have hooked up with other guys behind my back. Not that I cared, but I felt a funny tug in my heart when she blurted out that for three years straight since we last made love, she had to depend on kinky sex toys.

Alana had a very different aura around her tonight and carried herself about with an air of confidence that loudly proclaimed that she wasn’t scared of what I was going to do with her.

But after everything, nothing still changes the way I feel about Diana. Alana was once my best friend, all thick crimson red hair and oceanic blue eyes, she looked a fucking mermaid. But Diana, to me, she was a goddess with her strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. She was everything Alana was not and that’s why I fell in love with her.

But the moon goddess decided to toy with fate and gave me the wrong person as my mate. My Late father who was Alpha then had forbidden me from rejecting her, and even though he was dead now, I couldn’t reject Alana as easily as I would have. Not unless I had a reason to do so.

I loved Alana as a friend, and that’s all she ever was, but when I realized we were mates and there was no getting rid of her, I just grew to hate her. I saw her as the barrier in my way of being with Diana, and I made sure she experienced the hurt and pain I felt each day.

Alana was beautiful, I wouldn’t lie. But even when we always had intercourse, I felt nothing. She had a beautiful body.. she was everything a man would want in a woman, and even if I could never bring myself to tell her that, I did let her know that truthfully, her body did nothing to me.

Soon, I found myself going to Diana to relieve myself of my sexual frustration. Even though I didn’t like Alana, I usually felt that we were doing something wrong, but I was so consumed by my love for Diana and the utmost pleasure she gave me whenever we made love to each other that I couldn’t help myself.

Not until last month, she handed me the test sheet and I saw she was already three months gone. My first reaction was apprehensiveness. I wondered what will happen If Alana found out. Because after the meeting I had with the elders, they said the only way they were letting Diana bear the child as my rightful heir was if Alana allowed Diana to be the second Luna. If not, Diana would birth the child out of wedlock.

But I was also happy that my first child was going to be birthed by the woman I loved, so I had to break the news much sooner than I wanted to Alana.

The sooner she could agree, the sooner I could mark Diana so she could be mine and bear my child safely.

But things didn’t turn out exactly as I planned. How was I going to get Alana to agree to this? I was contemplating talking to my Gamma, Caleb, but ever since I let Diana up in my mansion and on the same floor as me, he had distanced himself from me, only acting as my Gamma and nothing else.

I was sure he hated me, seeing as he was quite over protective of Alana, but he was the only one who’d be able to convince her to concede to this.

Suddenly, I hear foot stalls on the stairs and glanced up from where I had my sat thoughtfully in the dining, my elbows on the table as I leaned forward.

Diana.

“Hey…” Her voice was soft and comforting as she sat across from me on the dinning, stretching her shoulders forward to put her hand over my arm.

“Hey.” I slowly grabbed her hand and placed it against my cheek, feeling comfort from her touch, her soft tender skin against mine was enough to put me at ease.

Diana looked nervous, contemplating what to say at that moment, her lower lip between her teeth.

“Alana looked very angry when we met upstairs…”

I suddenly turned alert and squeezed her hand a bit too tightly.

“Did .. did she do anything to you?!”

Diana just shook her head. She looked like she wanted to deny something, but she just sighed and looked at me with worry in her eyes.

“She just pushed me, but I managed to get up on my feet before I rolled down the stairs. But…” Suddenly my eyes turned blood shot as I got up in a flash. I could tolerate Alana’s rampant attitude, but I would not tolerate it if she dared hurt Diana. She heard she was pregnant, and the next minute she tried to push her down the stairs? How dare she? Did she know the precautions of what she just did?

I will rip her head out her body, and I didn’t care about the consequences. This was really low, even for someone like Alana. Was she really going to be a threat to Diana now?