Todos os capítulos de Rejected to be His Luna: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

[Zeve’s POV] A week passed since that day I contracted my fate with him. Amor was slowly recovering from his wounds. Thanks to Lucella, he was gradually getting back to his normal self. He could walk around for a maximum of five hours, but after that, his spinal pain would kick in. Whenever that happened, he came into my room, and I understood he needed a back massage. Sometimes my heart would flutter at his angry pouts just like a kid. I wanted to pull his cheek and pat his head, but I dared not. Even though he hated taking others’ help, I was glad he could ask me without hesitation. It made me feel special knowing that he was opening up to me. That didn’t mean he wasn’t suffering internally. I was worried about his mental health because not being able to shift into one’s wolf was a big deal. Through his words, I learnt he was worried he might never shift again. If that happened, he would have to retire from his Alpha’s position, and that was something Amor wasn’t looking forw

[Zeve’s POV] Lucella still didn’t talk to me, but it seemed her anger had subsided. Her tone had become calmer, and she slowly approached me. She was worried about my health because I got motion sickness on the ship. That was my first experience of sailing on a ship and it was anything but pleasant. Lucella was gentle to the patients except Amor, who gave her a hard time. I bet she would even cure her enemy gently if he was weak and needed aid of any kind. That was the divine spirit of doctors who were called the shadow of gods. “Keep sleeping and eat lighter food, ok?” she said, and I nodded, lying on the wooden bed of the ship. From the time we set off on the premarital journey to the time we reached the Trimontum islands it took us almost three months. So many things had happened that I felt like I had lived my whole life in those three months. It took only three months to not only change my life but also me. The amount of waves that had hit the shore of my life were to

[Zeve’s POV] The picturesque snowy terrains were like a white paradise. They had the flowy wisps of snow scattering in the air like fog even at the slightest winds. The snow had blanketed the grounds in shades of grey and black, like cotton. Sometimes my eyes were on the highest peak, faintly visible on the horizon and sometimes around me, on the fir forests where the viridian leaves looked as if they were painted with pure white paint. I was so busy looking around everywhere else that I missed my footings several times, either tripping on rocks beneath the ankle-deep snow or sliding on grounds covered with ice. Amor wrapped intertwined his fingers with mine and a wave of warmth ran through my body. I was once again looking around restlessly, but this time to distract myself from what his fingers locked with mine did to my heart and soul. He didn’t ask me to stop looking around, nor did he scold me when I almost fell face-down. He just held my hand tightly as we walked and saved

[Zeve’s POV] Amor didn’t sit beside me on the throne. I was sitting there alone while he stood beside me the whole time. I tried to avoid those glowing eyes that were burning with questions, but whenever I looked at them, I got goosebumps all over my body. “Calm down, don’t be nervous,” Amor whispered. “Easy for you to say. I am shivering with my bones right now. Why are you doing this? Why won’t you sit on the throne? I am not even your luna yet.” I looked at him. “Don’t look at me,” he said, and I shifted my gaze to the gathering that was enjoying the gentle music flowing into the room. “There are reasons you won’t understand. Just play along, ok?” “You didn’t even tell me there would be a ceremony like this when we get here,” I whispered to him with a fake smile that addressed the glaring eyes on me. He stretched out his hand in front of me. “May I have the honour of having the first dance of the ceremony with you, Princess Zeve Freedom?” “What? A dance? But I am not prepa

[Zeve’s POV] “Don’t worry, Zeve. If he doesn’t come? I will get you ready. My florists are already creating the flower jewels. I know Amor should be the one doing this, but his representative can do it as well. There is no problem.” Even though she smiled, I could see disappointment and sadness in her eyes. “Mother. I am happy,” I smiled. She returned my smile. “Your highness, the holy bath is ready,” a maid said with a bow. Lady Ella held my hands and led me to the grand bathtub. There was a faint scent of lavender fuming from the hot bath. It was covered with rose and jasmine petals. I descended the stairs holding lady Ella’s hand and submerged myself in the comforting, warm and tranquil bath. The water felt different from normal water. It was as if I was in the Healer pool. “We’ll leave now, Zeve. Let your hair dry on its own, ok?” “Yes, mother.” Mother and the other maids left my room. Rethinking about the Healer pool brought back all those memories with Amor. Heat and