KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 29.
ESMERALDA’S POV.
The moment we entered the academy, Zayde led me to the nearby chairs by the entrance so I could settle down while he went to get a warm blanket for me as we were both wet from the rain. It was as he settled me down did I truly look at him, and took in his features.
He is wet from the rain as well, so his hair stuck to his forehead, giving him a messy look. Even while wet, he still looked good—no wonder most of the women were crushing on him. And without a doubt, I would be on their hate list, despite them not knowing that we are not even friends to begin with.
I mean the man kicked my ass again! How can they suspect there to be anything between us? Come on, they should be logical.
A sigh escaped my lips as I tapped my fingers against the seat while I awaited his return, for I could feel my cloth clinging onto my body, and suddenly, the breeze felt cold. Our body allo
KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 30.ESMERALDA’S POV.Blood rushed to my cheeks, and though his gaze was still set ahead, not on me, I found myself looking away in embarrassment, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. My hold around his neck tightened unintentionally, but I happened to realize it quickly so I loosened it, then cleared my throat slightly.“I was not staring,” I lied, trying to save some face for myself. How embarrassing would it be to be caught staring? I already feel shy being in his arms like this, knowing fully well how wrong this is—but it does not change the fact that deep down, I enjoy it.If I dare say, I even forgot that this is supposed to be wrong. Not when I am with him like this, not when he treats me this way.My words had him turning his head around, still walking as he held my gaze, his stern expression not wavering as he responded to my words. “I hate lies the most,” he stated, his tone his usual cold one. His eyes narrowed slightly, and though it did not feel th
KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 31.ESMERALDA’S POV.My feet moved forward on their own accord, carrying me in his direction. His gaze remained set in my direction—his expression difficult to read and yet, that unmoving stare made my insides curl. Being under his scrutinizing gaze like that, I felt like a deer caught in head lights, but I did not feel the need to shy or hide away.Instead, a small smile made its way on my face as I went and stood in front of him, then extended my hand out which held his coat, “Thank you for this,” I whispered, surprised my voice came out that low. When I spoke again, my voice was clearer. “And thank you for…everything.”He did not say anything. Instead, he took the coat from me, then dropped it on the couch beside him, uncaring how it landed nor moving his gaze away from me. My gaze followed the coat though, a bit taken aback by how casually he could toss it away like that.Fox fur coats are only worn by the royals, and it is hella expensive and valuable. A norma
KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 32.ESMERALDA’S POV.The thought, and quite possible question died in my throat when he removed the pin holding my hair into a bun, and it cascaded down my back, the cold, wet strands sticking to my exposed neck. It did not last for long however, before I felt his fingers running through the hair slowly, and my breath got held in my throat when his fingers, ever so carefully, ever so feathery, touched the nape of my neck.Goosebumps appeared on my skin, the good kind though as small, electric feels run through my body. But, there was nothing bad about it—rather, I found myself yearning for it, for his fingers to brush my skin again.He ran his fingers through my hair a couple of times, almost absentmindedly while I sat there, my breath held in my throat and my fingers fiddling as I waited with baited breath. Despite the vast, massive space of the wing, it felt too small, and I was overly aware of his presence there, behind me, and his fingers right in my hair.Norm
KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 33.ESMERALDA’S POV.His lips moved against mine, but there was nothing slow, or soft about it. No. The minute his lips touched mine, it felt as though fire spread through our bodies, my body, as his arms wrapped around me, and mine, around him.He pulled me impossibly closer to him, and in a swift move, I found myself straddling him as our lips moved against each other. His own was dominating, catching me off guard to the point that I was barely able to keep up. Heavy breaths mingled as one, hands moving all around each other, bodies pressed as one and the heat against each other’s skin evident.Every rational sense evaded my mind at the feel of his hands around my body, and his lips on mine. They felt intoxicating—his scent, it overwhelmed my senses. When his hand found the nape of my neck, pulling me closer to him, my back arched against his—my fingers running through his silky hair, gripping it as I kissed him back with every fervor that has been brewing in me.
KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 34.ESMERALDA’S POV.Anthony’s face was so close to mine, I could practically feel his breath on my face. It took a second for me to realize the position we were in. He had my hands pinned above me—having stopped my attack—one that he obviously knew and anticipated all too well because we used to practice together back in the pack. He knows my fighting style better than anyone.My eyes narrowed as the position registered in my mind, and I found myself snatching my hand out of his hold. He let go, for deep down I knew I am no match for his alpha strength. Once I have gotten the chance to get away from him though, I took a few steps away, putting a reasonable distance between us while he hoarded the door.Looking around, I realized we are in some sort of utility room where the weapons are kept. It was pretty big though—about the size of our dorm rooms. I took note of the windows there, realizing they are both locked.I turned around to face him, eyes narrowed still.
KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 35.ESMERALDA’S POV.I do not know why it suddenly got to me. I had told myself that I will not allow myself to be influenced by anyone from my past anymore—not by Anthony, not my parents, and certainly not my pack. I told myself that I had left my past where it belongs…in the past. However, it appears I was merely lying to myself and that I am not as strong as I anticipated myself to be.For after I had returned to my room in a haste, anger still coursing through my veins with heavy breaths as I tried to calm myself, I close the door behind me, locking it. I made no move to move forward though.No, instead it felt as though my feet were planted in that exact position, and my knees suddenly weakened. The earlier anger coursing through my vein dissipated into weakness, an unexpected one and my eyes suddenly glossed over.Anthony’s words played in my mind, making my knees further weaken and before I realized it, I found myself on the floor. My lower lips quivered, ey
KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 36.ESMERALDA’S POV.Perhaps, I am being a bit overly cautious and paranoid, but I could swear when I stepped into the canteen, the air changed. Not in a domineering way that commands everyone to turn around and look at you type of way, but in a I could feel some people’s gaze on me—and it was judging. The light murmurs that accompanied only proved my thoughts.I ignored them, as I made my way towards where the food is. Picking up a plate, I scooped up just the right amount of everything I want on my tray, moving from one night to another till I had got everything to my fill, all the while pretending as if I could not hear the whispers about me—I got a whiff of what the reason for their murmurs is, and to be honest, of all that had happened yesterday, I had forgotten about that part that somehow turns out to be something big for them.Shaking my head, I left the line upon getting everything I wanted, then made my way towards our usual table, not too surprised to fi
KING’S LUNA CHAPTER 37.ESMERALDA’S POV.I could not help myself, I am pretty sure the look on my face pretty much spoke for me, but he did not seem to get it and it does not seem as though anyone in the table is willing to break the ice.So, I turned around to face him, my expression yawing black as I found myself asking. “What do you think you are doing?” I asked, my question directed towards the man that has settled down beside me, and as a result of such, his two other friends had settled down on our table as well, wordlessly—one with a grim, blank expression—the same one that dueled with Valeria—his every day look and the other, sporting a small smile—though not entirely welcoming.Then, the leader, the reason behind it calmly seated beside me, quietly eating away his food with not so much as a word or a look after what he had said when he announced his presence. I know there has to be a reason for him to be here, they were never ones to mingle with others before, taking their us