Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

Patricia walked in on us walking towards Ryan.

“Ryan what happened? My mother does not seem to be in a good mood.”

“Well you should ask her. She nearly made a mistake that could have affected us for a long time.”

“Huh? What went wrong? She has served this family for decades, and had never been incompetent. What happened? What went wrong?”

“I was to be shipped during the evacuation,” I said.

“Oh, all this is because of her? I thought it was something more.”

“Is that not enough reason?” Ryan nearly shouted.

“Hey slow down mister. I didn’t mean to get you all walked up. Anyway Ryan, what would we be doing today? I was thinking I could take you about town. So we can do something fun and more modern.” She rested beside him.

“I have a couple of things up my sleeve, the werewolf council would be holding up a meeting and I need to be in attendance. I’m sorry, I would need to cancel.”

“You would be travelling?”

“Yeah, for a few days, I would be back before you even know I was gone,” he flashed me a smile.

“Maybe I should come with you,” Patricia insisted.

“Oh no, it’s a very crucial meeting and the journey might not be too rosy. I don’t know what’s up with your mother but I need her full strength in handling things around here while I am gone.”

“Don’t worry I’ll let her know that and I am also here for you.”

“And please remind her about Clara’s new room.”

Then he turned toward me.

“What?” Patricia and I said simultaneously.

“Clara is moving into the building.”

“But why? She is your slave and should remain with the slaves.”

“Ryan, I really shouldn’t move in.”

“I’m sorry guys but arrangements have been made and there is no going back on this. Look at you, with that growing belly, don’t you fear for yourself.”

“I do but…”

“Ryan? What is this madness that you are pulling out here?”

“Can you not see that she is pregnant?”

“The pregnancy isn’t yours and you should have no business with her! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Patricia!” Ryan barked; it sounded more like a roar.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“You would not be disrespectful!”

Patricia stumbled aback as he watched Ryan speak to her in rage. My heart skipped a bit as he walked out on us fuming. I had certainly not seen him in such a mood before.

“Ryan has never yelled at me before,” she said in a low tune and I almost felt sorry for her. She turned towards me and approached me.

“But he just yelled at me because of you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that he would do that.”

“Shut up! Don’t say that! What did you do to him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Tell me!”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“You lying cunt. I know you have done something to him. I have known Ryan for year’s, so many years and I have never seen him in that mood before until now, because of you. Oh Clara, you haven’t seen the last of me.”

Those were her final words before walking out.

“Oh Ryan, why did you have to do this? You have only made matters worse. I should have known all along from the first time I met Lady Ana.” I muttered resting on the couch.

Ryan did not let the guards bring in my old stuff from the other room. The room was just as I imagined a big space with its wide walls and hit end ceiling and for the first time in a long while, it felt like I was home again.

“Thank you,” I said as the last maid placed in the few supplies in the inner bathroom she had a glint in her eyes that could mean that I was indeed lucky to have found favour in Ryan’s sight, but she said nothing. Maybe she had been compelled not to talk to me. As soon as I heard the door close in its latch, I approached the bed, a wide range of puffiness just for me. Compared to the nearly invisible bed in my cabin. I wondered who would take the room now, who would share in the bed I had been on for months and walk the grounds cutting her flesh on the edges of the broken tiles.

I pressed my hands on the bed feeling it’s cosiness against my palm, it’s delicate feel like the velvet of a cushion. It bounced back to me a wonderful texture that only engulfed my hands. But before I could finally sink my already tired body into its blossom, I needed to survey the bathroom as well, it was just as I hoped. With a ceramic bathtub where I would say to myself on hot days sipping from a glass of cold wine. Its smell of rose petals already reminded me of a bath that I should treat myself to washing away all the agony of slavery. Even if I knew I had reached the peak of freedom, it only felt like a mirage that could disappear if I closed my eyes for too long. It was like the rain drops on the stacks of the rice plant in dry seasons, that would evaporate once the sun was up. But nevertheless, It was worth every trial, I needed to bask in its ambience and thrive while it lasted. Patricia and Lady Ana could be curled up somewhere weeping but I never knew them as one who would lament and stay back to lick I’d won’t. They could be cooking something else much more words than they had earlier done, I didn’t know I could only guess and the thought of that caused the fear to arise again.

“Hey Clara,” I turned to find Ryan beside with a smile stretching out on his lips.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know that you like your new room.”

“Yes, I do, it’s lively but you really didn’t have to Ryan.”

“And why not? Watch you suffer with the rest of the slaves?”

“But that’s what I am.”

“Well, I am pleased to tell you that it’s all in the past now.”

“I don’t know, I still don’t feel okay about this.”

“Well you should get used to it.”

“Excuse me sir,” Henry walked in.

“Yes, Henry.”

“The carriage is ready.”

“Okay thank you. I will be out shortly.”

He responded as Henry nodded and walked out.

“You are leaving already?”

“Yes, it’s a few days trip and I will be back before you know it.”

“It’s okay, thank you so much for all of this.”

“You know you deserve more. I need to get going now,” he threw in a kiss on my lips as he headed out.

I stood by the balcony watching as he walked towards the carriage and soon the horses galloped away into the road leaving just the dust of his absence to fill the air. As I looked a little above towards the other end of the balcony I met Patricia piercing gaze on me which reminded me of my plight without a shield or protector. I turned back into the room as I headed to bed to sleep.