Page 7 of Losing My Siren Luna
“Are you alright, child? Is something not to your liking? We can change the accessories if you-”
“No, no. It’s fine,” I smiled at her.
I take in my appearance; my youthful face, no longer containing the heavy bags under my no longer dull eyes from all the nights of fretful sleep. My glowing skin, unmarred by the harsh elements that I had to battle daily the last year of my marriage to supply my own firewood, food, doing my own laundry in the stream a mile inland so as not to disturb the maids. Lachlan made it clear I was not his true Luna and could not order his staff as I pleased. I hated that trek to wash my laundry. Without proper shoes to travel across the rocky landscape, my feet would be blistered and bleeding as I came back every time.
Mimi would take care of all that for me when she was alive, being able to order the maids and staff as she pleased. I did not have that ability. After she died, I was truly on my own.
“Do you have to do this again, Ela?”Val asked me.“Can we not just run away?”
“If we leave now, where will we go? Without our fins and our gills, we would be stuck on land and could easily be captured and returned to Lachlan, or worse, my uncle. Also, we need to reject him, Val. If we don’t, we could be living our entire lives with the pains of betrayal. We know he won’t touch us, and no one else will during our time here. We could face worse out there.”
“There has to be a way to attain your fins and gills before your magic comes in. If not, how do siren children survive?”
“They are born from siren mothers and so are born in their siren forms. We had a Lycan mother. We can’t access that form until our seal is broken.”
Val whimpers, not wanting to face the endless rejection of her mate again. It hardened my heart, but hers is still longing for the one she was fated for. She never met Lachlan’s beast. She doesn’t hold the same closure I was able to attain in the rejection.
This will be the first night the pain begins. Our wedding night was his first act of betrayal.
I waited for him, hoping he would come, only to be struck by the greatest pain I had ever felt up to that point while he entertained himself with another woman that night.
This night will not be any different.
No, there will be a difference. I have known greater pain than he could ever give me. I have been subjected to far worse than betrayal.
I will not wait for him. I will not long for him. I will not let a single tear fall from my eyes as my chest burns and throbs for hours on end.
My heart is already closed off, and there is no hope for me in this marriage, fated mate or not. I will just endure once again, biding my time until I can finally be granted my freedom.
Chapter 3
Lachlan POV
It’s the day. I’ve been fighting and longing for this day for so long, and today has finally come. The day I see her again. My restart, the reset I've fought for. I've killed for it.
I couldn’t believe it had worked. He told me he could do it, but I had my doubts. The incessant demands and the rules he set made me believe that he was full of it. I expected him to bring her back, then keep her for himself.
When I awoke in my own bed, feeling unchanged, I thought that he had deceived me, but then the omegas started pouring in to ready me for my wedding day.
Seeing my appearance, the younger face, without the worry lines and wrinkles, and with no beard laced with gray from the months of constant stress and regret, I knew it had worked. He had fulfilled his end of the deal, and now I must fulfill mine.
2 years.
I have 2 years to make her fall in love with me, which shouldn’t be hard considering she is my fated mate.
I remember the look on her face on our wedding day the first time it happened. I remember the awe and the longing.
She knew.
She knew the moment our eyes met that I was hers; I was too stupid to realize it. She could have been mine on that night, but I fought my urge to go to her and take her, and spent the night in the brothels, fucking through a series of women with the image of her beautiful face haunting me the entire time.
I should have known she was a siren. Everything about her called to my soul, but I spent the whole two years of our marriage fighting it. Now I know why, and I will not make the same mistake.
“You better not. If you hurt her in any way ever again, I will end us. I would rather kill us than let her ever feel that pain again.”
The betrayal pains we felt changed my beast. The realization and physical reminder of the pain she always felt from us made him go mad for some time. It took feeling her death for him to give me back control.
Worse than the pain of betrayal, the pain of her death, and the final tether holding our souls together was too much for him. It broke him, and I know he would go to any lengths to prevent her from hurting ever again.
