Evelyn POV
My hands trembled beside me as I watched, one by one, the men involved in the trafficking get dragged to the guillotine. Some struggled, some begged for mercy and some even tried to attack.
Like a test to my conviction, my father was taken last. As his head was hung and right before he was beheaded, I almost retracted my decision. I wanted to beg for my father's life, the only family I had left.
Why?! Just why did he do this?
Just as I was about to stop them, I remembered the pain and suffering all the girls went through. I have to avenge them, I have to deliver justice.
With that conviction I allowed the execution to carry on but immediately his head dropped to the ground and rolled towards me, his eyes still open and staring into my soul, I lost all my conviction.
My vision became blurry and I felt nauseous. I couldn't stay there any longer and rushed to the nearest restroom and hurled out my entire breakfast.
I began seeing faint dots and the lights slowly dimmed away until I collapsed but I never felt the impact of the fall.
I believe I heard someone calling out my name and the strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly against his chest was Damien but I could have imagined it… I remember nothing afterwards.
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My vision slowly returned but I wasn't completely clear. I had to blank several times and clear the lashes that somehow got into my eyes.
I slowly sat up and blinked back more tears from my eyes. After feeling my face, I felt the trace of dried tears on my cheeks. I must have cried in my sleep.
I sighed as I tried to push back the memory of my father's eyes staring back at me, the very memory that tormented me during my sleep moments ago. I tried and failed miserably. My hands shook at my sides as I continuously recalled the events that lead up to it.
"Oh, you're awake now." Damien's voice jolted me back to reality. I turned to the direction of the voice and watched him walk towards me, worry etched on his handsome face.
"I'm glad." I could tell he was very worried from the sound of his voice. I probably worried him a lot but…
I sighed and brought my face down.
I felt the spot beside me on the bed dip in then Damien lift up my chin and brought my gaze back to him.
"A Luna must always hold her head up high, and must always meet the eyes of her Alpha." He said, smiling through his sadness.
He suddenly got serious and stared intently into my eyes, "I know you're hurting and no matter how many comforting words I say to you, I know it won't lessen the hurt or make you stop grieving after all you need to grief."
"I'm not here to stop you from grieving but I need you to know and understand that you will be ruling a kingdom alongside me and you'll constantly have decisions like these or far more greater ones." His voice was stern and calm but I could still hear his concern and feeling.
"You'll make friends, allies and enemies. Friends become enemies and enemies become allies, that's how it is in the palace and you'll definitely have to make hard choices against loved ones again."
I know all what he's saying is for my sake but do I really have to hear them now?
I gritted my teeth, "Why?" I felt the tears welling up again, "Why did you pick me as your Luna?"
Damien gave a soft chuckle and released my chin. "If I told you if it was because of fate, you know I'd be lying."
I clenched my fist. If it wasn't because of fate then what other possible reason could he want me, an omega, someone he have to rescue from traffickers, to be his Luna?
He suddenly cupped my face and it brought me back from my wandering thoughts.
He tugged some strands of my hair around my face, "It was because when I saw you, I knew you were strong and you could become a great Luna. I knew, you were the Luna I've been waiting for."
My eyes widened in shock. I never expected him so say that.
Me, strong? Me a lowly omega?
"I saw the eyes of a Luna in you, trust me." Does he really think that I could become a good Luna? His voice… he sounds so confident and genuine that I want to believe him.
He placed a soft peck on my forehead then got up, "I'll leave you to get some more rest."
I stared at his back as he left the bedroom. "He is telling the truth, he really does believe I'm the right wolf to be Luna."
But am I really the right person?
I kept on replaying our conversation. His voice echoed in my head and it helped me stop thinking about my father's execution.
I didn't know when I fell asleep, fortunately this time, I had no nightmares of my father and slept soundly.
I slept so soundly that I didn't know when the sun rose and woke up late in the morning.
The first sound that welcomed me to the new morning was the sound of my stomach growling.
I guess I practically didn't eat anything yesterday since I threw up my breakfast and didn't eat anything since then after losing consciousness. Beside my bed on the vanity table I saw some soup was covered up for me but I was too gloomy and didn't have an appetite so I didn't touch it.
Another growl from my stomach brought me back from my train of thought and realized the urgency of my current situation. I was hungry. Very hungry.
I got out of bed and went straight to the dinning room without washing up first.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw Damien sitting there, his eyes lit up once he saw me. He had a satisfied grin on his lips.