C35 Loretta's Emotions

Freya's Pov

“Artemis,” I called and chased after him. His strides were quickly paced, and my hand wrapped around him from behind, when I caught up.

“Common Artemis, we were just celebrating, I got caught in my victory,” I explained to him, my hands still wrapped around his torso.

A grumbling sound emitted from his chest, spinning, I came to his front, “Artemis, you do know that you are my mate, and I wouldn't leave something this hot,” I pointed at his chest and abs, “For that,” he smirked.

“I know you wouldn't but it doesn't make me feel better smelling another's man scent on you,” he said as he sniffed me in disgust. I chuckled.

“I'm going to wash up and get your smell all over me,” I said smiling. He smiled and pulled into a kiss. We were beginning to display more of PDA every day. My hands went to his hair and gave it a squeeze.

Oh I really wished my enemies were here to witness.

I felt his lips expand into a smile as we kissed.

“Oh you are so getting Oslo's scent off of you,” he said in disgust.

“Yes sire,” I pecked him and skipped away like a high-schooler.

I returned to the training ground. As I was walking past the court, I heard low subtle sniffs. My mind immediately went to Racheal. We had made up and back as each other's safe haven.

She had been acting off, gotten too reticent and reserved. I had asked her what was bothering her but she had said nothing and since after Merona’s little incident we had spoken less about her. I hated her.

My legs moved to the path where I had suspected the sniff was coming from, as I got closer, the sobs increased.

Reaching the corner of the stadium where people usually sat and watched the games, I saw a blonde, head in-between her thighs as she hugged her self.

That blonde….. I recognized her, and on a normal day, a more normal day, I would have smirked and walked past, but no matter what, I was her Luna. And a Luna never discriminated.

I took cautious steps closer to her, I had to be careful. This was a very vulnerable moment and two things were bound to happen: 1- either she would break down into more sobs and tell me what was wrong, or….2— she would rant and throw tantrums at me. Which I would understand because, being vulnerable in front of an enemy was never an option. So I could understand her plight.

Sensing the presence of another, she raised her head and gawked at me. This was one of those moments in tv series, where the popular girl hits a rock bottom and many of her enemies relished on it. She was having her Queen B melt down. And as much as I would love to be that main character who's watching secretly and pretending not to enjoy it, while she did, I couldn't.

Her eyes were swollen and her nose were covered in snorts. Her tears had soaked her entire face and her eyes were red from constant crying.

This is not the time, Freya. Go back!!

My action were acting contrary to my brain, to logic. I should step away and give her her space yet I took a seat without being invited.

She was quiet for a long beat. Either because she was coming up with something smart and bitchy to say or she was holding together the lit bits of her that was still intact.

“What do you want?” she snapped. I wasn't strong like Loretta. It was more subtle and composed as she tried not to break.

“Well——”

“Oh please don't try to play the matured person game here!” she said, cutting me off.

“I'm not trying to do that,” I said.

A dry laughter was let out, “oh so what, you want to be the perfect Luna, sweet and gentle. Caring for all her citizens. Cut the crap Freya. You can drop the two-faced act now. Besides you are not yet the Luna, Merona would beat you,” she said like that was supposed to spike me and send me away. She was trying to start a fight. Typical Queen B behaviors.

“Loretta…,” I began again.

“Can you just leave me alone? Cut the shit Freya, you don't like me and I don't like you. You think you are perfect?” she laughed, and resumed, “You feel so above it all, so above everybody because you are smart and you are Artemis mate. You are just like the rest of us, broken dolls trying to seal the cracks from the outside world, I know you Freya,” she said. When I was sure she had said everything she had in mind, I took that as my cue.

“You know me, but do you know yourself?” I asked.

With a quick snap of her neck, she turned to me, mouth ajar, ready to say one of those mean words to me, but all that came out was air. I was right, she had said all she had to say to me. She brushed her hair back and stared at me exhilaratingly.

“What do you want Freya?” she asked languidly, I could tell she was tired.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“Just stop, I want to be left alone,” she told me, “so if you don't mind,” she pointed out for me to leave.

“That's not true,” I told her.

“What?” she queried pissed.

“You don't want me to leave,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone. I knew she didn't want me to go, if she wanted me to resign she would have done the gestures herself, she would have left, but she didn't.

“And how do you know that, Mrs know it all,” she taunted.

Ignoring her need to draw drama, “Because if you really wanted me to leave, you would have done that since and sometimes it's hard to know what we need,” I said to her.

“And what do you suppose I need, Fay?” her eyes were locked on my green ones.

Holding that gaze, I said, “You want a listening ear, you want a shoulder to lean on and you want someone to tell you that it's gonna be okay or perhaps just a hug.”

She pushed her hair back, “you don't get it, do you?”

“Then make me,” I pushed.

“How could I tell you, you don't know what it feels like to have a father.”

Ouch!! Must know nothing sweet would leave her mouth.

“My father's missing, I don't know how long, and I didn't care because deep down inside of me, I like his absence, hell I love it. But I can't shake off the feeling that something is wrong. I mean I hate him but he's still my father,” she said worriedly.

“He likes to compare me, tell me I'm not doing enough, I'm too lazy, all I do is sit and look pretty. He even told me I had not successfully seduced Artemis, I was a failure all around. So his absence was like a dream but now it had been stretching out to two months, two months without anything from him. He can continue whatever it is that he's doing but he should at least let me know that he's alive. He could do that much. But to him, I'm a failure, and I don't deserve to know his business and now I don't have the slightest clue on where to start searching. I'm completely in the dark. He's a monster but that doesn't mean I want him out of my life forever,” she whimpered softly.

It was gore, what her father turned her Into. Our stories may not have been similar but we were slightly on the same page.

“I know you said I didn't grow up with a father, but I still feel the way you do,” I said,

“You do?” her voice elated. Glad to have someone equally in the same boat as her.

“My father, I'm sure you know him, Demitri,” she made a quick downward and upward motion with her head to this.

“Just heard about him, nobody says anything,” she said as I repeated her previous action.

“Yes, no one would speak of him but they speak of his name like he was one man that stood against a dragon, or that laid his life to save his people or worse, like he was the dragon. He had such a reputation and although he's not here, I'm pressured to leave up to it,” I explained.

“Oh dear,” she sang, “are you also feeling incompetent and unreproductive?” she asked with glee, and I bit back a growl. I wasn't incompetent. But this was Loretta.

“You really are sweet, and I feel so much better learning of your own problem. This does not make us friends but at least I can cheer for you to win Merona, although I know you will not stand a chance I'll be rooting for you,” she said and hugged me, smiling. I froze like someone caught breaking a law or held at gunpoint. Did Loretta just hug me?

“What's the name of your father?” I asked her, trying to make her pull away from the hug. She retrieved, disengaging from the hug.

Phew! I did not see that coming.

“Ajax,” she answered.