Page 55 of Losing My Siren Luna
I sighed heavily, “Did they tell you what happened?”
She shakes her head, “No. Miss Yasmin just said she spilled coffee on herself, but as I was helping her change, I noticed scarring from wolfsbane on her arms and legs. And….and other places too, Alpha. She went through quite an ordeal. I heard Ela tell her over and over again that her profession did not give anyone the right to mutilate or harm her after they got back from their walk on the beach. Gemma heard about what happened in the dining hall when she went to launder the clothes and told me. I know it’s not my place, but the Luna I serve suffers when she sees others suffering.”
Guilt eats at me again. As a man, I have no feelings for Yasmin, but I should have been open to helping her as her Alpha. I’ve been so focused on getting Lira to trust me and fall in love with me that I’m doing a shit job of running my pack. I’m doing a shit job of earning Lira’s trust and love too.
I smiled tightly at Niomi, “I’ll keep that in mind. The last thing I want is to make my wife suffer.” I’ve done that enough already.
Niomi breathes out a sigh of relief, “Thank you, Alpha.” She bows as I leave my old room; her room now.
Lira’s room, our room now if she still allows it, is tidy with everything put away. Her closet now houses all my clothes on one side, hers on the other, and all my other belongings are put up around the different rooms. I quickly washed myself of the grime from cleaning the dining hall, then dressed to hopefully impress, in the few light-colored clothes that I own.
Well, the shirt is white. My pants are still in my usual black. Black hides blood, which is why most of my clothes are black.
I don’t want to be that same blood-thirsty, angry man with my wife. I should have new clothes bought for me too. Things I can wear specifically for Lira.
My wardrobe didn’t change in the years we spent married or the time after she left me. Maybe changing my clothes is the kickstart that I need to change everything else about myself.
“You should change your piss-poor attitude first,”Killian growls at me, still upset.
“I’m trying,”I sigh. Turning off the defensive, war-focused way I think and react isn’t that easy. I feel like I’ve been on the defense since I was a child, and that mindset is hard to overcome.
After I’m ready, I spend more time than I should staring at the bed, thinking about the face Lira made earlier and comparing it in my mind to the face and reactions she had last night with her night terrors.
I thought that was trauma from some form of abuse, but what if it was from me? What if she was remembering the ways I used to yell at her, and all the times I was unfaithful? I was a brute. I never laid hands on her, but I did yell at her and belittle her more than a few times.
“I told you, that wasn’t it,”Killian sighs, “You’ve seen as well as I how the victims of the demons’ horrific acts would react when triggered. They would suffer night terrors just like hers as well.”
I growled,“I can’t even think of someone doing such things to Lira. I would kill them.”
“Yes, we would. Oh, their death would be long, drawn out and so, so bloody gruesome.”
I grunt, happy me and my Lycan can still come together on some things.
After leaving the room, I went the long way out of the castle; the way that leads along the docks and the water. It’s a habit after the long months of searching for some sign of my lost siren mate. I would walk this path endlessly at times, desperately waiting for some sign of Lira in the open water.
There never was one.
I stare off in the distance, like I once did in hopes of spotting her, but instead of a void ocean, I see a familiar figure floating in the water near where I saw him yesterday.
Shit.
Her father.
King Brennus looks livid, but waves me over in the direction of the secluded dock that houses my ship where we met just yesterday. Just yesterday he warned me what would happen if I hurt his daughter again, and my stomach is now tied into knots as I wondered why he was back already.
He can’t know what happened this morning, can he?
He dives under the water's surface, and I groan, feeling sick as I make my way to our meeting spot.
King Brennus is impatiently floating between the dock and my ship when my boot starts stomping against the creaking planks of wood alongside him.
“Hello, King Brennus,” I feigned a welcome attitude. “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”
He remained silent for some time, glaring at me with his menacing green eyes. I try not to fidget nervously under his glare. This man has the power to take my whole world from me if he wants.
“Alpha,” he finally says, surprising me as his eyes glow and the water around him lifts him to be level with me. Maybe a fraction of an inch taller. “What did I warn you of just yesterday?”
I scolded, wondering what he knew. “What do you mean?” I tried to appear ignorant. With a flick of his fingers, water rushed out toward me, soaking the front of my shirt and my entire face.
