Alpha's Cursed Luna novel Chapter 37

37

VERONYKA

A day after the Royal Winder’s dinner, I sit at the table across Elijah. He cleared his throat before munching down on his extra-large burrito. who seem to have a problem with me since the guy had been avoiding me since that day he followed me into the forest. As much as I wanted to shield my eyes from his blinding charisma oozing off him this moment, apparently I still am that same lazy badass Veronyka who does not bow her head down to anybody nor shy away from any man even if they strip themselves naked in front of me, especially if it was Elijah.

The thought suddenly made me shiver. Not long after, I felt an intense heat burn across my skin. My face flushed and it subsequently forced me to rip my gaze off his wide, bulky chest. I squeezed my legs together while desperately trying to take an inappropriate image out of my mind. It had popped into my brain not too longer after I fixed my eyes on his annoyingly handsome face. His eyes, his lips. The way his muscles flexed each time he raised his hand to take a bite.

I must be losing my mind, I thought to myself.

The awkward silence enveloping us was a painful reminder of Alex’s absence. I went up to his room before deciding to have dinner, and I hadn’t stopped walking around the packhouse in search of Alexander until Erika, an omega working as a maid in the packhouse, briefly informed me that Alex was working in his office, and he specifically instructed her that he did not want to be disturbed. Grunting, I forced my body to turn around towards the table where Elijah was sitting at.

I never thought I would say this, but I wish that human girl was here. At least sitting around having to endure her presence wouldn’t make the situation extremely awkward than it already is now.

Sighing to myself, I lazily took a bite of my burrito when Elijah spoke.

“I’d appreciate it if you stop acting like a spoiled child and eat you damn food properly, Veronyka.” He points at my plate while raising his knife.

Knitting my brows tightly together, I glued my eyes on his face, staring at him long and hard with my arms folded below my breasts. What the hell is wrong with him?

Squeezing the knife and fork in my small hands, I clench my jaw before dropping my gaze on my full course-meal. Apparently, I had no choice but to suck it up and just do as he says. After all, I do not have anything to offer up as a rebuttal either. And the way he has been acting these past couple of days somehow made me feel oddly intimidated by him, especially that time when he told me to run back at the forest. Ever since that day, he’d been ignoring me. Each time he walked past me, I would glance up at his face but his eyes refused to meet mine. I have to admit though, that the silent treatment he’s been throwing at me is starting to get into my nerves.

I finished my food, and stopped ‘acting like a spoiled child’ as Elijah put it. I got up at the exact same time Elijah stood from his seat and sauntered past me heading to the kitchen. He didn’t take my plate so I had to clean it again on my own.

A few minutes later he finished up and walked past me towards his room without saying a word. He didn’t even look at me, almost as if I didn’t exist. Funny thing is, I actually started to believe I didn’t.

I balled my fists, cleaned up before marching to my bedroom. I feel like I need some sleep after being completely ignored and then scolded by one of my best friends. At least, that’s what I thought. He is still my best friend, isn’t he?

After I changed into my silk sando top and a pair of sleeping shorts, I flopped down on my bed, stuffing a pillow underneath my face as I attempted to fall asleep. Closing my eyes shut, I clamped down on my soft, fur blanket. Feeling the lightness of its fur graze against my bare skin, effectively washing away my tiredness and that feeling of restlessness as well as unease suffocating my body entirely.

Forty minutes has passed.

Forty whole damn minutes gone yet my mind and body are still very much still on the land of wokeness.

I sat up, scrunching my nose as my ears perked up at the sound of a girly voice coming from the other room right beside mine.

Elijah’s room.

The sound of a woman’s giggles reverberated through the walls. It was subtle but clear enough for me to hear the girly sounds despite the thick wall separating our rooms.

“Elijah!” The woman giggled again.

I rose to my feet, not realizing I was gripping the tiny pillow I’ve been holding onto for the past forty minutes straight.

Suddenly, I felt a twinge of pain tug at my heart hammering against my chest. The feeling was uncomfortable enough that it brought my hand to my chest, gripping the fabric tightly in my clenched fists as I tried to slow down the pace of its beating.

“Stop.. ah”

I gnashed my teeth as I could no longer bear to hear the same woman moan and giggle simultaneously again knowing it was Elijah who was giving her a good reason to.

I marched my way out my bedroom before stopping in front of Elijah’s door. I wasted no time and started banging on the door loudly, gritting my teeth though I didn’t stop pounding on the mahogany wood. Even now, I could feel my heart thumping wildly in my chest. But I paid no more attention to it as I listened to the sound of footsteps heading my way.

The door burst open, revealing Elijah’s naked top half that sent my eyes flying wide open in surprise.