Alpha's Cursed Luna novel Chapter 13

ELEANOR

Ares kept groaning and muttering something incoherent in my head, then complaining over and over about why I went with Adrian rather than his brother, Alexander. Ares felt comfortable being with the alpha, saying she can feel kindness from him and even a sincerity towards us. I say she's getting way too comfortable and accepting with everything in our enemy pack, as though she's completely forgotten our main goal once we got here.

To escape and go rogue, or maybe live as a normal human being in some place far away from the werewolf world. Get a job I don't know. Pay for an apartment and such. That's what I'm seriously looking forward to. Not how to be a part of the enemy pack, to which my father threw me in like garbage he didn't need anymore.

I walked silently side by side with Adrian, who was leading me somewhere I couldn't care much about.

Honestly I had wanted to go with Alexander at first, but after he mentioned the thing about a mating ceremony taking place, and not just any ceremony, but a freaking mating ceremony that will be held for him and me! I opted out. That's the last thing I have in my mind. And I hate that his position as the alpha gives him the right to decide my fate, and who I'd be mating with. Not that it really matters, because I won't be mating with nobody as long as I'm cursed.

"Sister-in-law, I suddenly feel jealous of my brother. Tell me are you really his mate?" Alexander's brother, Adrian asked, pouting and whining like an overgrown child, which shocked me.

Adrian looked much more mature on the outside, with his strong, sharp features and cold blue eyes, but I would have never expected his personality to turn out to be so carefree and playful.

What he asked though had me biting my tongue in surprise. Then I remembered Alexander's secret, which he openly revealed to me yesterday in my room when he told me his true mate died.

I stared at Adrian's expectant face feeling conflicted. It doesn't seem like his own brother knows about Alexander's dead mate, because he's actually asking me if I am Alexander's real mate, which I know I'm not.

He stopped and looked at me in the eye. His face suddenly went from cheerful to serious as well as his aura. Now I felt like I couldn't breathe because of the heavy stench that was in the air. The type of stench that would send shivers snake down your spine.

"Words caught in your throat?" He asks.

I gulped, shaking my head.

"No, no. Alexander is really..."

Not my mate.

"My mate."

"Oh." He says, looking away from my face and fixing his eyes on the wall.

The next moment I instantly regretted what I said. Should I have told him I wasn't Alexander's real mate? Perhaps. But it's too late to change that now.

Adrian's face was whipped to the side so that I couldn't see him, and I bit my lip.

Great. Now what?

Then I was abruptly pulled out of my thoughts when Adrian placed a hand on my shoulder lightly. I stared at his hand then back at his handsome face, smiling gently at me. His face was beaming with a light that radiates a hint of friendliness and admiration.

I don't know why but I felt my heartbeat quicken a bit seeing his smile. Like I was seeing him move in slow motion even as he opens his mouth to speak to me.

"Sister-in-law, it's fine if you're really my brother's mate. I get it. He's always been the lucky one, so it's no surprise." He said to me and looked down at the floor.

I nod and we continue walking down the hallway.

I couldn't help but somehow feel like I was being watched. But when I look around, there was no one there. So I shrugged the uncomfortable feeling to glance at Adrian, whose eyes were fixed at a door in the far corner.

In the following minutes of our journey to the halls he showed me all around the packhouse. We went by a couple of rooms, then the living room, the fireplace, treasure room and yes, he even showed me just how many bathrooms can fit an entire house packed with werewolves can possibly have, which was thoughtful enough for him.

And then we found ourselves standing in a large room surrounded by an abundance of paintings. For a moment I was astonished at how these art pieces were crafted exquisitely and with finesse. I couldn't quite take my eyes off one of the paintings of a partially naked woman, and a nightshade black wolf both covered with blood lying lifeless on the ground. Everything about it somehow brought out the sorrow in me, allowing me to symphatize with whoever the painter was. The background was visibly gloomy, and I can tell that the painter was heartbroken, desperate to let his own sorrow out through this image he had created in his head.

Adrian seemed to have noticed me staring at it as he stopped then spun around with a small melancholy smile plastered on his face.

"Sister-in-law, do you like art?" He asks.