Chapter eight

Chapter eight

Celene’s POV

I run across the hallway and up the stairs that connected to the hallways of my room, my heart beating hard and fast as I held into every bit of reserve I’d summed up over the past few hours. Just a few more steps and I’d be within the confines of my room. My eyes blurred with tears as I raced down the hallway, my hands on the doorknob as I barged into my room slamming the door behind me before sinking to my knees.

My hands trembled in my laps as I let out all my tears, my cries were barely heard over the sound of rain that hit the roof like pebbles on glass making it all the more easy for me to let out every bit of pent up emotion swirling through me. The atmosphere shifted slowly matching my mood as my room seemed to take on an even darker loom the flowers slowly dropping and the weather slowly worsening. My hands burned where Christoph had held me against him and I raged from within at the betrayal I had recieved.

It was only yesterday that I found out the news of their alleged mateship and today I was being accused of alleged murder.

Why me?? My shoulder shook even harder as I try to suck in deep breaths in between sobs. Valerie had always been after me for absolutely no good reason, my father hated my guts, Ella was mated to the man I’d loved, and I am to be bethroed to a man who is even more bipolar than all my problems combined.

The conflicting look in his eyes when he held me against the wall replayed itself as I sat there in ny own tears. Alpha Mondrian had saved me by bringing Ella back to be pack but..wouldn’t it have been better if I had just accepted my fate and gone to be with my mother.

Rain pellets pelted the clear windows, the wind pushing the blinds apart while ice-cold air gushed into the room whipping every amount of skin exposed to the element. The energy to stand and pull the windows shut and drag the blinds and curtains shut was barely there as I sat on the floor of my room surrounded with nothing but cold air and salty tears.

“I miss you so much mum.” I whisper into the air, my tears falling slowly as I take time to think about the entire semantics of today.

Ella hadn’t even spoken a word when she was dragged into the courtroom almost naked as her dress exposed her inner thighs and hand marks likely from where she’d been grabbed decorated her arms and even though her eyes seemed haunted, I couldn’t even bring myself to care about how she was feeling.

Valerie seemed rather shocked than most to see her own daughter standing in front of her and it was the same thing with Christop. His emotions warred between shock and anger-and I hated the fact that there were any emotions to show at all-and maybe remorse.. Father had sat all through the entire thing gripping the arm of his throne-like chair watching with wide eyes and shaky breaths while being completely and utterly useless.

Would he have watched Valerie kill me?? Or would I have even cared if she’d ordered for me to be sold to farther lands and an even worse fate than the Lycan Alpha.??

My head throbbed and my body sagged under the weight of the strain I’m facing. Whenever I get overwhelmed with emotions, pain radiates from my neck down to the end of my spine. I hadn’t had this much emotional strain since the day father decided to marry Valerie as his new Luna a few days after mum had died. I laid on the ground in a fetal position, pushing my knees up to my chest and just lay there.

Everything gets better when you just lay right?? A little bit of sleep..or maybe a lot of it would take all this hurt away. At least that’s what I think as I let my eyes battle for will and dominance with my brain. Tears still seep out of my closing eyelids every now and then reminding me that I can’t run away forever. Even if I decide to sleep till eternity..I’d still bear the brunt of the day's blows when my eyes finally awaken.

The last thing I see is the subtle fluttering of wings by my window as the curtain moves in fluid motion almost as if they are performing a dance. My breaths get shorter and my eyes get heavier, and heavier, and heav—…

“Celene..” My name is whispered lightly and ever so delicately, running through the lips of whoever said it like it was covered in honey-the kind that was made for the ears-and draped in wine. The sound luscious and yet so enthralling, reminding of the only woman who ever called my name so gently and pure.

“Celene!!” The voice calls out more urgently, I fight to open my eyes groaning as I turn to my other side, stretching my arms as I feel the warmth of the bed and the scent of the fresh rain against my heavy covers.

Wait?? My eyes shoot open as I scramble out of my covers searching for any signs of nuance or mistake as I take in my surrounding. My eyes zero in on the figure standing at the edge of my bed, hands on hips and lips thinned so far into her skull as she looks at me with a menacing scowl on her face.

“Get your filthy self out of your bed and do something about your disgusting body,” Valerie all but screeched into my ears as she dragged her eyes all over my form before meeting my eyes. “You are expected to be down in nothing less than fifteen minutes, we have an important guest.”

I blink once, twice and try to reckon with what she’s saying before letting my guard drop watching Valerie huff before heading for the door muttering something along the lines of ‘I should have found someone less worthy of you..and less of a pain in my ass.’

I rub my eyes and slip out of my bed, my legs hanging across the bed barely touching the wooden floorboard as I try to figure out how I’d exactly gotten into my bed.

I look at the ground that I’d fallen asleep on and the bed I was currently sitting in hoping that it would provide the answer my brain is seeking for. My eyes catch the glistening pool of water just beneath the window where the raindrop had probably wafted in, but…the windows were shut.

I blink again and… footsteps..

My memories jolts with light feet thuds against the floorboard moving closer to where I layed on the floor, wet footprints form beneath his feet where he’d made his entrance through the window, his touch against my skin light and feathery with the scent of peppermint and lemon. His rather large hands pulled me out of my crouched position and into the bed before sitting and watching me.

I jolt, my eyes searching the room frantically as if the person I’d seen was still lurking in here somewhere.

Someone had been in my room. My hands ran cold at the possibilities that flooded my mind at the thought alone, goosebumps peppering my skin and hairs standing at the edge of my neck.

What the heck is going on?!