SWNOVELS Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Kiara POV
As I walked into our room, the mingling scents of his pine and sandalwood and my peach scent greeted me, sending a shiver of pleasure through my core. I sighed. It seemed that even living under the same roof, I couldn’t break through the walls around his heart.
He never recognized me as his mate. Marriage was supposed to bring us closer, but it was merely an arrangement made by our fathers. I longed for something deeper, something real. I want him to recognize my wolf and let them be together. But he never gave me a chance to begin with.
And something in me told me he would never give me a chance to form a bond between us. It felt like something was holding him from coming closer to me…
After taking a refreshing bath. I stood in front of the mirror. My dress, a breathtaking creation of silk and lace, shimmered in the dimly lit room. The pale blue fabric hugged my curves, flowing into an elegant floor-length slit skirt. Delicate embroidery adorned the bodice, its intricate patterns catching the light like stars in the night sky.
My waist-length burgundy hair cascaded down my back, and natural curls adorned the ends. My skin, as pure as freshly fallen snow, had a subtle rosy blush. It wasn’t just a natural glow; it felt like an enigmatic energy surging through my veins, waiting to be unleashed. I shook my head as I got a little dizzy. What’s happening to me?
“Isabelle!” I called for one of the staff members who usually assisted me in getting ready for any gala events. Wearing these gowns and high stilettos was always a headache for me. If I didn’t have an image to uphold as a Kings’ mate, I’d happily choose leggings and a loose T-shirt.
As I struggled to pull up the back chain of my dress, I called her name again, but only silence answered. That was until I caught his scent, and my heart skipped a beat. His presence intoxicated me, and my core tightened with desire, as it always did whenever he was near.
He had made it clear that our marriage was arranged, even though we’re mates. He harboured no romantic feelings for me. At first, I thought the same, but spending time with him revealed a different side. Despite his tough exterior, he makes me fall for him. I knew there was a heart behind his rock-hard demeanour.
“Let me help you with it,” he whispered gently, his fingers brushing against my back skin as he zipped up the chain. A rush of warmth and comfort washed over me, calming my nervousness. I took a deep breath, savouring his presence. He is my mate yet he is so distant from me.
I think this was the curse of the mate bond, who doesn’t love you.
I looked at him through the mirror- standing six-foot-two tall, with deep grey eyes, his dark night hair longer on top, but shaved short on the side. A sharp yet chiselled jawline. It felt like his b*dy was blessed by the moon goddess herself. Clade is in a grey suit which hugs his physic perfectly.
His intense gaze met mine through the mirror, and time seemed to stand still as we locked eyes. But my attention was quickly drawn to his crooked maroon tie. I couldn’t resist; I shook my head and turned towards him.
“Here, it’s done,” I said softly, swiftly fixing the tie. For a moment, his eyes seemed to soften, revealing a glimmer of love, but it was soon masked by his usual dominating aura, a constant reminder of how much he hated my presence.
“Thank you,” He said in a non-bothered way. I was aware that what I felt for him couldn’t turn into more. Even when I crave that more. Even when I long for it. There’s no chance that he could love me back. Not one. And I can live with that. Or, at least, try to.
After we were both ready, we made our way to the grand hall, my hand clasped around his muscled bicep as we greeted the pack members present. The shining bright light of the hall seemed cheerful, the mingling noises filled with the sombre music as members conversed, in glittering dresses and wealthy suits.
“You did an incredibly great job here, Luna. Everything looks perfect.” Their compliments poured in, praising my hard work and the perfection of the event. I smiled, side-glancing at him, hoping for his compliment, but he simply unclasped our hands and headed towards the elders and councillors.
It stung, as it always did. He would ignore me when it suited him, only acknowledging my existence when he needed something. Taking my seat at the table, I felt unusually tired. Yes, omegas are weak in hierarchy compared to other ranked wolves but getting weak like this is not an option. Not for me.
My father had trained me to be a perfect Luna, moulding me into the leader that every she-wolf should aspire to become. In my teenage years, I believed it would be a heavy burden, but I embraced it, striving to prove myself worthy of the role. But this sudden weakness is making me feel a little scared. I reminded myself to visit the pack doctor.
Yet, as I observed Killian from across the room, my heart sank. He stood beside a girl I had never seen before, their bodies close enough to prevent any passage of air between them. His arm was possessively around her waist, a gesture which should be particularly for me only, his mate.
She radiated confidence in a dazzling golden dress with a deep V n*eckline that drew attention to her cleavage. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail.
A surge of jealousy and uncertainty washed over me. Who was she? And why did she seem so comfortable with him? Questions surged in my mind, but I pushed them aside, trying to regain my composure. As Luna, I couldn’t let my emotions show.
A sharp needle of pain pricked my heart as I watched him gaze at her with a mixture of adoration, love and longing in his mesmerising grey stormy eyes. It felt like a dagger twisting in my chest. She glanced at me and gave me a smug grin resuming her talk to Killian.