C32 My mother (the last Luna)

Artemis Pov

Waking up to sweet cinnamon smell filling my nose was ecstasy. I peered my eyes open and gazed down at the damn angel by my side. She was in a deep slumber, her heart heaving as she slept. Her hair fell to her face obstructing my view of sunshine. I reached out and pushed the strands of hair back to its origin.

She sighed and stirred in her position, inching closer to me for the loss of warmth. I pulled her even closer, wrapped my hand around her small back as I laid back on the bed.

She looked peaceful, no grease of worry, no thought going frenzy in that head of hers. Her mouth that was usually running with questions were closed tenderly, a little opening in between emitting little whispers which if stressed enough would be regarded as snores.

Her eyes squinted slightly due to the sun rays that let themselves intruded in, they pestered her and she snaked her head in multiple directions to block the sun rays, but they were harsh and persistent, they filled the room and eventually her eyes fluttered open. Her green eyes underneath the sunbeam made her eyes sparkle and held the reflection of diamonds.

Her eyes were bleary as she constantly blinked them to steer of the blear. She smiled upon making eye contact with me and nestled closer to me like a kitty. Smiling, I drew her close to me, intertwining our bodies in a soft, cozy and comfortable way.

We stayed like that for quite a while and for once the worries of the pack fled my mind, the damn court, the old fucker; Jude, and their grapple slipped my mind. The only person that occupied the space of my head was this angel snuggled deep in my arms.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked. I knew the moment she was up, her head was going to be filled with thoughts like a factory. It was a wrong question since I knew what could possibly be running through her mind. Merona. And I wanted to do everything in my power to not let that fight hold, to not have her worry, but ever since she encountered me, all she had done was worry. I must’ve won mate of the century.

She was quiet for the longest while and I didn’t feel the need to rush her, I wanted her to take her time and if she didn’t want to answer I wouldn’t prod.

“Your mother, what sort of Luna was she? I know you didn’t know her close enough but what was said when her name was mentioned?” She asked out of the blue. Freya was filled with surprises, the things she did, the way she acted or spoke made her hard to decrypt.

My mother was a very touchy subject for me, she was soft, too soft perhaps. One should never be that gentle and soft in life. I knew why she was asking this, anyone could guess. And although it was a touchy and fragile subject, I felt the need to discuss it, at least with my mate.

“She was mild,” I began, yeah there were no better words than that to describe her. She was serene, gentle and soft like velvet.

Her head was buried in the crook of my neck, her slim hand on my chest and her leg crossed over mine. Her heart beat was one with stealth and deliberateness. She only waited for my narration.

“My mother was the best Luna, only good things were spoken of her, even in cheeping voices. there weren’t a single vile word heard. She was the type that would sacrifice her own for others. She could be dying and hand over the last plate of meal to a passerby. She was that sweet and innocent. She was innocent and that was why she went to an early grave. No one should be that pure, it’s sickening,” I said. Her memories always brought out a vile in my throat. She cared for the people more than she did her son. Sometimes I liked to think she avoided me because I took my fathers look rather than hers, maybe even his characters.

That searing look from father’s eyes every time he laid his eyes on her. That douchebag did not deserve her.

“At least she was loved by her people,” she said absentmindedly, mistakenly letting the sad voice slip in.

“And that was why she died, everyone fucking loved her and she fucking carried the face of an angel that’s why no one could tell when father was abusing her and beating her up, cheating on her with lowlife pack mates. She wanted to behold her image, and look where it got her,” I spat with venom. Angry and bittered.

“She didn’t even get to raise her own son, she was my mother, but she paid little attention to me, she only spoke to me on numbered terms and most of the time it seemed as though she wanted to be anywhere but in my presence,” I said broken, it didn’t matter, it was all in the past now, but I wanted to ask her the question on my mind from all those times father locked me up and beat me to teach a lesson, did she not care? Did she love me at all?

As if reading my mind, Freya said, “your mother loved you. She may not have said it but she did.”

“How can you tell,” the question left my mouth quicker than I could process. I guessed it had always been at the tip of my tongue waiting to be voiced. Although I regretted it the moment I did, nonetheless I waited for the answer from a woman who was nothing but my mate.

She steered from her position and came to face me, she stared intensely into my golden orb as she spoke, sure enough to make sure her message was well received.

“Because you are her seed, she loved you with everything inside of her, that was why the little time she spent with you, she made sure to leave a print of memory in your head and I know, you know that even though you have the faintest of doubt, I know that when you remember it, you’re most grateful in your heart that you met her. The way you speak of her? You speak of her with joy and emotions, emotions that even I hadn’t unlocked yet. Now those shimmer of doubts are nothing but the figment of your own imagination and the passing of time messing with your memories of her, she loved you, I know she did,” she told me and I felt the words resonate deep within me, discarding the trace of doubts and making the memories fresh back like just baked and evenly green.

I lunged forward and dragged her into a bear hug. I smiled, “go get ready we’re going on a date,” I declared.

Withdrawing back she smiled, but the smile faltered, “have you forgotten I have a face-of with the one and only Merona,” she reminded me.

“To hell with Merona and the face-of, we are going on a date. I’ll not have Merona or the court steal my time with you, now go get ready,” I ordered and she smiled descending from the bed.

Freya’s Pov

I was happy. The face-of was shoved to the lowest part of me. I ran out of the room and into my room. While in, I spun in a circle first. Still trying to contend with my excitement. Squealing I scurried into my closet, raking through clothes and thinking of what I could wear.

Stepping back I stared at the line of clothes. What was I going to wear that was fitting enough?

Ahhh I need help!!

Immediately I thought that Racheal came to my mind and I began to feel less enthusiastic about the date.

Who was I going to gist with? But we didn’t fight, so why does it feel like we did?

I noticed my mood beginning to drop and I shook off every sad thought and returned back to searching for a perfect dress.

I miss Racheal, I groaned.

My hand found my hair and raised them up into the air.

How am I going to style this hair? Racheal?!!!

I was running mad at this point.

“Okay, first, look for an outfit. Something sexy and stretchy that would bring out my shape,” I said to myself as I rummaged through the hangers of dresses.

At the end of the day I pulled out a long black bodycon dress with a shrug, the cloth was sleeveless and I’ve got to be the only girl that wasn’t comfortable with exposing my armpits. I brought out a pair of sandal heels and marched off into the bathroom.

My shower was quick, I was excited and I also didn’t want to waste Artemis' time, so that was the reason for the quick shower. I brushed my teeth and applied some skin care products. Must keep the face glowing and sparkling.

Satisfied with my look and my teeth, I hurriedly tiptoed into the closet.

My hair..my hair. What do I do with it?

Deciding that would take my time, I ran to the couch for my clothes, bending to pick it, a flowery dress caught my attention.

Hmmm

Like a magnet, my feet carried me to it and I pulled it out, studying the dress closely and tasting the fabric with my fingers. I placed it on my body and looked at my reflection from the mirror.

Hmmm, this may work.

While staring at my reflection, I caught my naked self. Okay time to get undies, it’s a date, so something sexy off course. A matching set. Aha!! I found one.

Wearing my matching lacy pants and bra. I picked the blue summer dress, it was a milkmaid dress, high slits and filled with rose flowers.

I was just checking it out, I told myself.

After successfully wiggling the dress up my body, I went to the mirror.

It's giving.

Now my hair. I was already tired so I packed the hair into multiple styles but when I gave up I left it with a donut mouth and a strand of my hair came flying. I pulled out a few in my front and used scissors on it, getting bangs at the front and my hair. I packed it into a dirty bun. I loved it, I was happy I accomplished this all by myself and NO I wasn’t going to let the thought of Racheal dim my bubbly self at the moment.

I looked like a princess, smiling, I pulled out a low slipper heel and trotted out of my room.

Artemis was already by the nadir of my door waiting for me, I locked arms with him, we both smiled at each other and started off into the elevator.

Again, I found myself wishing that this moment would be more.