Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Two months Later. 

It's been two months, two freaking fucking months! I sighed as I sat on my chair with my head hung up staring at the ceiling. 

Miller is dead. 

I couldn't help but tear up just thinking about it, he was found dead in his apartment unfortunately it was murder but no one knew who did it. We tried all possible ways to find the killer but we couldn't, no traces, just nothing. 

Things were just going south, in just two months my life started falling apart. Mack, on the other hand, became different immediately after he was crowned. A few days after the ceremony he changed towards me. He stopped caring, stopped sleeping in the same room with and on top of that, he still hasn't marked me or made me his Luna. Each day I've asked him countless times and he just ignored my question saying 'he is busy?'

I tried hard to remain possible but I couldn't. Ever since Miller died I felt so alone and lost, I can't even confide in Ophelia. She is my twin but she is also like a stranger, everything feels so lost. 

Maybe Miller was right, maybe I made a mistake. Or maybe Mack is too busy dealing with Alpha things and I'm here overthinking. Ophelia also has a lot on her plate too. In a few days, she would be meeting with the Lycan Prince. My head is cramped with different thoughts, opinions, questions, and answers. But which one do I follow? Which one is true? The negative thoughts? Or the positive ones? 

I heard someone knock on my door but I ignored it, I heard another again so I answered. "Who is it?"

"It's me Princess Azalea, Alpha Mack requests to see you in his office now."

Princess? It should be Luna Goddamn it!

"Okay, I'll be there."

I got up from my chair, showered, and changed into something light and simple. I left my room and headed for his office. When I got there I saw him and the elders discussing, they stopped when they noticed me. 

"Good morning,  Princess-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled at the elders. "Who the fuck is princess ugh? It should be Luna for fucks sake."

"Will you calm down!" Mack roared, he stood up and walked towards me. "What are you screaming about?" 

"What do you mean Mack? For how long sill you push me aside and toss me around." 

He sighed and smiled. "Azalea, honey, look I've been busy okay? I'll do the needful but now is not the time."

"Busy? With what exactly? And when is the right time? When I'm old and grey? You must perform so fucking do it! Marry me and make me your Luna! Fucking mark me! I'm your fiancee for fucks sake."

"Look," he placed his hand on my shoulder. "Like I said, I will do the needful when the time is right, I have things to handle right now. "

"Like what?" I asked him as I folded my arms. 

"Alpha things to do, I'm sure you wouldn't understand." He smiled innocently like he didn't just rub shit in my face. "Well anyway I called you to let you know that, we still haven't found any update on Miller's case, it's been one month now. I suggest we drop it. "

I couldn't believe my ears, I threw my head back in laughter. "Drop it? Are you fucking kidding me, Mack? DROP IT?! MILLER WAS MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD!"

"Look Azalea, I understand you're in pain and I am too, he was a good man. But nothing was found, no break-in, nothing. The maids and guards who lived with him said they saw no one. From what I could gather, it's suicide. "

"Miller would never commit suicide, Mack. He wouldn't! He was tough on the outside but he was a very nice and caring man! Why would he?"

Mack sighed and called Elder Simon over, as he started walking closer toward us, I noticed that he held a tiny bag, he handed it to Mack who opened the bag and I gasped at what I saw. Drugs, sleeping tablets. 

"This was found under Miller's bed. He was addicted to taking them, the doctors also found antidepressants in his system during the autopsy. I know it's hard to believe Azalea, but this can only explain it."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Miller was like a father to me, if something was wrong he would tell me. I can't believe this."

"Sometimes parents hide their deepest secrets from their children to save them, I suppose he didn't want you to worry. It was a gun that killed him, it was a knife and he slit his wrist with it. You saw his body with your own eyes. It's hard to accept but I'm sorry." 

I looked at him in the eyes and for some reason, I believed him. His eyes looked sincere and filled with pain and regret. 

"Can I hug you?" I blurted out. 

"Of course." He hugged me and pecked my forehead. "I'm sorry Azalea, I'll make things right and put things where they finally belong. Just give me time."

"Okay, I love you."

"Hmhm, love you too." He pecked my lips lightly. "You can go rest now, I'll meet you later, okay?"

"Okay."

10 PM

I woke up again for the fifth time today, and still, Mack wasn't there, I sighed in defeat as I stood up from my bed. 

"I need a walk." I wore a hoodie and left my room, I got outside of the palace and sat at the back staring at the sky. 

"I miss you Miller, but why? Why did you hurt yourself?" I had so many questions but I couldn't bring myself to ask him, he wasn't even here to answer them. 

As I was lost in thoughts, I heard some voices from the window, I wanted to ignore but the voices sounded familiar so I tiptoed until my ears could reach where I would be able to make out what they were saying. 

"Ophelia, we have to act fast." I heard a male voice say and my heart almost sank because I knew that voice even in my sleep. Mack, what was he talking about? I pressed my ears against the window to listen and hear properly. 

"Well, what do you want to do?" The second voice was my sister's  

Wait, Ophelia and Mack? What were they discussing? Did they have a plan? Was something wrong? Why won't he involve me? I knew she was way stronger but I felt betrayed. Is a war going on? I know I shouldn't feel jealous but I can't help it! As I was lost in my thoughts, I paid no attention to what they were saying until I heard something that shocked me. 

"After all I'm pregnant and it's yours."

No freaking WAY. My mouth fell wide open. "It can't be... “