Page 27 of Losing My Siren Luna
I throw my head back, staring at the ceiling, feeling helpless once again.
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Elelira POV
I’m finally in comfortable clothing; a thick flannel nightgown and my cushioned slippers I inherited from my mother. They are worn out from overuse throughout the years, but that has just added to the comfort by making them buttery soft and familiar. The clothes combined with the necklace that has the familiar fae magic emanating from it are wrapping me in a cocoon of comfort.
“Are you sure this is okay for you, Luna?” Mimi grimaces at the faded pattern on my nightgown. “I’m sure I can find you much better sleeping attire for the night. It’s your wedding night after all.”
This is the third time she has asked, but the first time since the other maids have left. I can be more honest with her now.
I wave a hand, dismissing her line of thought about my wedding night. “I’m pretty sure your alpha plans on spending our wedding night with any of those other women he invited to our wedding rather than me.” I’m not concerned over making our wedding night something to remember. I remember our first one all too clearly. The endless pain of his betrayal kept me up all night.
It’s been quite some time since I left him outside the room and he still hasn’t entered my new bedroom. I think I’m safe for the night. I'm looking forward to my night alone before the pain starts.
Mimi makes a disappointed face, understanding crossing her features. “I’m sorry, Luna. I just thought the rumors might be false, especially after he told all the staff that you were his Luna and to treat you accordingly.”
“He did?” I made a face, not believing he would do such a thing.
She nods adamantly, “He was quite firm about it. Beta Nilo has been running around making the necessary arrangements for you to be treated as such.”
Hmm. That would explain Cherum’s changed behavior. I’m still not sure why Lachlan would do such a thing. He can’t feel the mate bond. Not for two more years.
The grand clock against the wall indicates it’s 9:02 at night. I’m eighteen years and two hours of age exactly. One year, eleven months, thirty days, and twenty two hours to go.
This room is much more comfortable than my last one, with a very large bed, adorned with carved flowers on the posts. The bedding is pure white and looks as fluffy as a cloud. It has an attached office and sitting room, as well as an ensuite bathroom, all things I did without in my first life. The bathtub even has a heater built into the flooring, and the fireplace has a fire raging in it now. It is almost too warm, something I never felt in the other room.
My favorite part of my new room is the large bay window overlooking the sea. A comfortable and cozy winged-back chair and drawing table are nestled in the space, and I can’t wait to curl up with a blanket in the chair, watching the waves crash to shore.
The maids have finished with unpacking my meager belongings some time ago, all of which are hand-me-downs from my cousin or inherited from my mother. I never touched the belongings of my cousin in my first life. I do not plan on doing so in this life either. My uncle, not wanting to send me away empty handed and embarrassing himself, ordered for the oldest and least appealing clothing of his daughter's to be taken and given to me, which he quickly replaced with newer items.
I really do not have a relationship with my cousin, always being told that me being friends with her was beneath her, but I saw her plenty as she was flitting about the pack house in the West. She was much shorter than I am, and more curvy. Her clothes wouldn’t have fit me in my first life, and I doubt that has changed, though much else has this time going about this marriage.
Lachlan, for one, has changed greatly. He is still the self-absorbed mutt, chasing any tail he can and behaving like an uncivilized mongrel, but in this life, he seems to be trying to add my tail to the many he is chasing.
I’m his wife now. If he wants that of me in this life, I can’t very well tell him no. I know he can’t feel the bond, so I wonder what has changed his perspective this time around.
Earlier with the Delta, it was almost as if he was jealous. Of what, I do not know. If he is truly ordering his men and staff to treat me as their Luna, Cherum was only doing his job. It is very hypocritical of him to condemn Cherum for only doing his job when Lachlan has had women pawing all over him all day.
“Maybe he does feel the bond,”Val suggests. , “It would explain why he is showing interest in us now.”
“Mmh, he would have claimed me the moment he saw me at our wedding. He’s an alpha. His Lycan would have demanded it.”
“Then what do you think is causing all his abnormal behavior?”Val argues..
“Maybe we are in some alternate reality. One where he has to bed ALL the women, not just all the women who aren’t me.”
Val clicks her tongue disapprovingly. “He didn’t bed all women. Mimi wasn’t very fond of him in our first life. Called him a scoundrel all the time.”
I chortle at the memory, “She wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole.”
“She might have beaten him with one, though,”Val snorts. .
I giggle out loud at the thought.
“Everything alright, Luna?” Mimi asks me, looking at me strangely while organizing wedding presents on the table for me to open later.
“Everything is fine, Mimi, except you are still calling me Luna,” I mock disapproval, making her sigh with a smile.
