Chapter 17: Torment in the Pages of History

Wolfgang

~What the fuck is wrong with me?~

~I kissed her. I fucking kissed her!~

The moment I saw those gray eyes glaring at me with anger, I couldn’t contain myself.

I kissed her.

And I’d had to fight back the urge to bite her neck, marking her right there and then.

Claiming her as mine.

~Damn it! I can’t let myself lose control over this mating pull.~

~I have to control myself.~

While I was restlessly grumbling over the mistake I’d made in kissing Aurora, Cronnos, on the other hand, was practically dancing over it.

“~Would you fucking sit still, you old bag of fleas? I can't concentrate on what I’m reading here,”~ I growled at him.

He completely ignored me as he kept waltzing around.

I had been looking into every book about unusual shifts I could find.

I couldn’t put my mind at ease until I knew the answer behind Aurora’s peculiar shift.

The desk was littered with books of all sizes and colors as I tried to find something that mentioned it, but so far, I’d found nothing.

I rested my head on my desk in exhaustion. Then a title in golden writing caught my attention.

~Descendants of the Moon~

I opened the book and read through the introduction.

~The werewolf is a creation of the Moon Goddess, whom they worship as the supreme being, but there are those who are direct descendants of the Goddess.~

~Daughters of the Moon Goddess, who roam the earth among us.~

~They are superior to all wolfkind, as royalty runs through their blood.~

~Beware the power of the daughters of the Moon Goddess, for there is no stronger being in the world than they.~

“Daughters of the Moon Goddess…roaming the earth amongst us…” I murmured.

I flipped the book over to see who the author was, but there wasn’t any name. The book’s printing dated it from the 1700s.

~“Cronnos, do you know anything about descendants of the Moon Goddess?”~ I asked the bag of fleas.

He stopped dancing, looking pensive.

~“Not really. I’ve never heard of anything like that,”~ he responded.

I flipped through the pages until I landed on a page that read:

~The true form of the descendants of the moon~

Below was a drawing of a wolf with fur as white as snow, and eyes shining bright like amethysts.

I rose from my chair in complete shock. This was the exact image of Aurora’s wolf.

I stared at the picture, detailing every inch of it. This definitely was her wolf’s form, but did it mean…?

No. That was impossible. I read the introduction once more.

~Beware the power of the daughters of the Moon Goddess, for there is no stronger being in the world than they.~

An image of Aurora’s docile eyes flashed in my mind.

No, she couldn’t be a descendant of the Moon Goddess. I couldn’t sense any menacing aura from within her.

She couldn’t be.

~“But what if she is?”~ Cronnos asked in my head. ~“What if she is a daughter of the Moon Goddess? You’d have been rejecting royalty all this time.”~

I scoffed at his words. ~“Yeah right. Like she is royalty.”~

I’d read her files over and over, to the point of knowing every detail about her by heart, and royalty was out of the question.

Sure, her dad had been the late gamma, and well known for his strategic knowledge, but there was nothing more there.

And her mother had been a housewife from a village up north, with no abilities, just like her daughter.

I closed the book and discarded it.

~“This is definitely not what I was looking for. Aurora is nothing like the description in the book. She has no power or special ability. That’s why I can’t name her my luna.”~

Her face flashed across my mind, and I recalled those gray eyes drowning in tears.

Her brows knitted together in utter rage. Her accusations of me flirting with Tallulah.

As if I’d ever give that alpha wanna-be the time of the day.

But Tallulah did have better qualities to offer as a luna than Aurora. She was the daughter of the alpha of one of the strongest packs.

She knew how to be a leader.

A thought crossed my mind. ~It couldn’t help to try.~

~It might even give me a distraction from Aurora.~

~Then I’d finally be able to reject her.~

Aurora

The next day, I was a complete mess. Every inch of my body ached from my foolish decision to sleep on the floor.

I was lucky I’d set an alarm on my phone, so at least I woke in time to get ready for work.

~Ugh. How will I be able to face him today?~

My mind went back to the events of the night before. My hand shot up to my lips as I recalled the kiss.

Wolfgang had kissed me.

Why had he done that? Was it another way of tormenting me?

I checked my phone and cringed when I saw that I had fifteen missed calls, and more than a dozen texts from Emma.

I rolled my eyes, bracing myself for the mouthful I was going to get from her later.

But I would have to call her in the evening, during my break. I didn’t need her bombarding me with her questions right now.

I took a quick shower and put on my uniform. I stared at the girl in the mirror, but could not recognize her.

I had huge bags under my eyes, which were red from all the crying I’d been doing.

“Stupid Wolfgang,” I muttered to myself before leaving my room and heading downstairs to get his morning coffee.

“Morning, Rory,” the kitchen staff greeted me as I entered. They all were busy preparing breakfast.

“Morning, guys.” I waved at them as I headed to the coffee machine and turned it on.

“We missed you yesterday. How was your day off?” one of the maids asked as she worked on the porridge she was making on the stove.

“It was okay. Met with a friend and saw a movie,” I answered as I poured hot coffee into a mug.

“See you guys in a bit,” I told them as I walked up to the stairs to the fourth floor.

I hesitantly stood before the door. I didn’t want to go inside. I did not want to see him.

~“Come on. It’ll be alright. Maybe he’ll even kiss us again,”~ Rhea squealed in my mind.

My wolf sure was optimistic.

I sighed, trying to gather my confidence. Then I knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

I opened the door and saw him standing by his balcony door, ignoring my presence completely.

“Your coffee, sir,” I said timidly, hoping he would at least acknowledge my presence, but he merely waved his hand, dismissing me.

“Leave it on the desk.”

I did as I was told and walked over to his desk, placing the mug on it. I saw lots of books on it, but one in particular caught my attention.

~Descendants of the Moon~, read its title.

“I’ll be having company for breakfast, so make sure to tell the chef to send another plate up. Please have the room ready by then,” he said, taking my attention off of the book.

“Company, sir?” I asked, curious to know who he’d invited to his room for breakfast.

“Yes. Tallulah Wilhelm will be joining me. I’ll be in the gymnasium working out until then. Make sure to have everything ready by the time I’m done.”

With that, he took the cup of coffee and disappeared out the door.

~He’s…he’s going to have breakfast with Tallulah?~

Pain sprang in my chest. He was doing this on purpose, to torment me even more.

He was doing it because I had told him how jealous it made me, seeing them together.

I stood in the middle of his room, frozen in shock.

~Could this get any worse?~