Fated For Lycan's Luna

Chapter 29

When I were back inside our assigned room, I hugged my legs and buried my face on my knees. Inside

my heart, a feeling of turmoil was starting.

"Father... he knew I was still alive?" I muttered to myself. A few hours have passed, yet I still could not

forget the things that he said.

"Now that I am out of the picture, did he already discover that Vanessa no longer needed my blood as a

cure?"

"Or did he perhaps recognize me? Is that the reason why he told Blake that he thinks I'm still alive?"

My mind and my heart filled with confusion.

"No, that's impossible," I shook my head as I shoot down my own idea. "I'm sure that father didn't

recognize me. Otherwise, there is no way he would ask Blake to protect me."

"After all..." I continued as I felt my heart sinking. "Father doesn't really love me... He was so cruel to

me before..."

"Maybe... father is still looking for me because he thinks my blood is necessary for Vanessa's health...

That's the only reason why he would look for me..." Overwhelming bitterness welled in my heart.

Suddenly, I heard a soft voice beside me. "Or maybe, your father loves you and worries about you."

I stiffened all of the sudden. Looking beside me, I saw Blake who was sitting close to me. I was too Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

engrossed with my own thoughts that I forgot Blake was inside the room with me! Red tints appeared

on my cheeks, I was feeling a little shy because of my absentmindedness.

Blake stared at me with gentle eyes. He saw that I was having a hard time and was trying to comfort

me and accompany me.

I met his eyes and thought about what he said. Maybe... my father loves me? I could not answer for a

while, I feeling my heart clenching tightly. Still, I looked at Blake and put a smile on my face.

"No matter what, whether what my father said is true or not, the fact remains that you are really

poisoned," I told him.

"Although the poison could not directly kill you, it will silently torture you for a long time. Only father

knows how to cure you--" I continued before I stopped myself after realizing something.

"Speaking of that... how did father know you were poisoned?" I frowned.

Blake started to play on the tips of my hair. "Your father is a top poison master. He probably could tell

just by looking at me," Blake told me.

I narrowed my eyes but agreed with Blake in the end.

In the middle of the night, I laid on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. There were so

many thoughts that ran on my mind. After a while, I let out a sigh before sitting up.

"Aurora?" I called my wolf, trying to see if she could talk to me.I really wanted to talk to her about my

doubts now.

However, she did not respond.

"Are you there... Aurora?" I repeated my call. But there was still no response from my wolf. Giving up, I

laid down once again to try and go to sleep.

Only a few seconds after I laid down, I heard a loud commotion outside my door. Hurriedly, I got up and

dressed up. When I opened the door, Blake and Arthur were already walking towards me. Judging from

their expressions, something big has happened.

Blake approached me and said, "There was an attack."

My heart started pounding in my chest and I was immediately filled with worry. "...father?"

I turned around and hurriedly walked towards my father's study, the place where he usually would be

found at this time of the day.

Blake and Arthur followed me. There was still a few distance away but I could already see that a big

fight was going on.

Countless enemies wearing black clothes and covers on their faces were fighting with the guards of the

pack. Many members of the Red Moon Pack and the guests from the other packs were scattered all

over the place, running away from the fight. Some of the buildings were on fire and the area was filled

with blood and screams. It was very chaotic.

My heart continued to hammer in my chest as my legs moved even faster towards my father's study

room.

After a short while, I finally arrived. The scene that I saw made my heart stop.

My father, someone who I never saw fight with anyone, was right outside the study room, defending

himself from three attackers!

My heart palpitated in my chest as I watched one of the enemies make a strike on my father's chest.

My father would have been very hurt if he was not able to dodge it. Clearly, the enemies were there to

take my father's life! Beside my father, Alan who was supposedly his guard, was also fighting against

several attackers. He was having a hard time protecting his life, there was no way he could defend my

father!

"Father!" I screamed, wanting to rush forward. I suddenly felt hot in my body, and a burst of

uncontrollable pain hit me, but I couldn't care less. A strong force pushing me forward.

But before I could move, a hand grabbed my wrist and prevented me from rushing towards my father.

"Stay here," Blake told me before he made a hand gesture to Arthur. Arthur saw it and immediately

rushed towards my father.

"Arthur and I will come over and help. Stay here and keep safe," Blake said before he likewise moved

towards where the fight was.

I watched everything, anxiety filled my heart. Suddenly, another enemy ran behind my father and with a

knife, made a strike towards my father's heart!

"No!" I screamed on top of my lungs.

Thankfully, Blake arrived in time and instantly blocked the attack for my father.

My body moved without even thinking. I ran towards my father and helped him up.

"I'm fine," my father said even without me saying anything. It was as if he was trying to reassure me.

Beside us, Blake already disarmed the enemy and was about to kill him.

"No! Don't kill him...!" My father hurriedly yelled at Blake who instantly stopped moving. Unfortunately,

the enemy took advantage of the hesitation and ran away.

Blake looked at the escaping enemy and made a hand gesture. Immediately, one of his Beta stood

beside him.

"Go after him," Blake ordered. The Beta went after the enemy right away.

Blake gave him a last glance before turning towards us. He approached us and asked, "Are you

poisoned?"

My father, who was bleeding on his left shoulder, shook his head and replied, "I'm alright."

Although my father said he was alright, I could clearly see the changes on his body. His lips slowly

became purple, the veins on his face protruded and his hands started to shake.

It was a clear sign of being poisoned. I narrowed, feeling oppressed with worry. However, a few

seconds later, a thought came into my mind, making my eyes widened.

'Wait...a black flower appeared on the father's wrist, these symptoms... aren't they too familiar?' I

thought as my heart skipped a beat.

'This poison...is mine!'