The Alpha's Triple Lunas novel Chapter 66

Chapter Sixty-Seven – I’m tired.

She watched him as he bandaged the lady’s legs. He was really gentle and tended to wince when the lady winced.

Margaret shook the thought if her mind. He was still her enemy. A random rumor of them being mates shouldn’t throw her off balance.

It could be another trick of the dark energy. The place where his mother had passed through had fallen on some maidens.

It would need a whole lot of patching, more protection for the King. Not to add the other victims it fell on.

“Take a break. Let another cleaner take over. And please tell the soldiers to guard Anya incase my mother returns for her”.

The maiden bowed at her King, blushing hard, before leaving.

Gerard turned to Margaret, she looked away, “You are mad at me, right? Yeah, you should” he sat besides her.

“Trouble just keeps coming. I’m really tired” he told her. She made an eye roll and laid back on the bed.

He should do it if he wanted. Stop the war. Now he knew the dark energy was being deceptive, he shouldn’t bother find the other gem.

“I’m sorry for hitting you. It wasn’t me”.

Margaret closed her ears to the apology, wanting to act defiant while heart raced for unknown reason.

Why did she feel like melting? She sighed audibly so he'd leave her alone but she felt him lean closer.

“Hmm, stop acting petty. You don’t need the apology, I just gave it anyway” he played with her hair.

He studied it for a while, and smiled, saying something inaudibly.

When he left her side Margaret sat back up, “What did you say about my hair? Unhealthy?” she fumed.

She experienced some fat shame growing up. People calling her hair unhealthy as her food only increased her size and not her brain or hair.

If this Prince, who’d already crossed his line, dare thread on that path, she’d crush him.

“Who’d you wanna burn with that hot face?” he wasn’t even looking at her but searching his drawer for something.

She laid back on the bed. Did he mean she looked hot or she looked angry-hot? Why was she blushing?

“I said your hair was pretty healthy and a perfect match”.

She felt her heart spark after the compliment. Why was that? Then something clipped on her hair too. She reached for it. A hair pin.

“Is this “sorry for hitting you, please stay with me”? Cos my answer is no” she fiddled the pin, admiring it.

“That’s rather “my last gift to you as you’d be leaving soon”, happy now?” he asked.

She didn’t feel happy he was letting her go. Why? She should. He didn’t seem happy as well.

“So you’re really tired of the war?”.

“Aren’t you?”

“Scott would’ve won the war so it didn’t bother me. You swallowing your pride and helping your people get normal lives is really impressive” she didn’t know how those words flowed out.

“You believe so much in Scott?”

If he wanted an honest answer, she’d scream yes. But knowing she was his mate, and with the weird feeling in her, she didn’t want to hurt him.

“Scott saved me from my abusive uncle. And once saved my sisters and I from Killer wolves. I am very grateful to him” she replied.

The King nodded understandably, “Well, I bet Scott is everything to you now”.

Margaret didn’t get where he was going.