Selene
My heart hurt when I saw Lucius lying on the bed like a dead dog of wood, and I was hurt that he would have to pass away. There was no way I could make things return to normal, but I was aware that things might not go between the two of us the way I wanted them to. It was his decisions that caused things to go the way they did. He would now have to bear the costs of his decision to be with Freya.
I was angry, but I didn't know what to do; the rage I had felt before when Freya was speaking to me in a strong tone had disappeared. It seemed like I wasn't always getting what I wanted. I made a self-promise to pretend to be caring for him, but now that I will be caring for him, that promise will no longer stand. I'll take care of him and show him what it's like to be taken care of by someone other than one's partner.
I knew that Freya would be his downfall, and I knew the leader of the werewolf council wouldn't have wanted to kill him if he hadn't wanted to be with her so much. I wanted no one to find out about my goal here, and I knew he was unaware of it. The project we're working on isn't what I desire, and it is entirely his fault. He had previously promised to come home shortly, but he never did. Rather than being wanted dead, he went ahead and fell in love with Freya.
It felt as though the leader of the council of werewolves was working for me. Though I've already forgiven him, it seemed as though he was aware of what was going on with me and wanted to take action in response. He is suffering this level of pain as a result of atoning for his transgressions. All of this wouldn't have happened if he had accepted to accompany me to the pack, but he doesn't seem to listen to me.
"I hope you are getting better." After a while, I questioned, and he gave me a sorrowful smile while staring at me, so I knew he wasn't satisfied with his actions. It was only a few minutes ago that Freya left the ward.
"I'm getting better; how are you doing?" He asked with a dejected expression on his face. Though there is no way he would go back in time, he does appear to feel bad about what he did.
"I'm fine," I answered, aware that my pain would only increase the more I thought about it. I was aware that if he continued to talk about our breakup, I would cry.
He said, "I'm sorry I broke up with you that way," and I instantly felt my heart stop beating since I knew he regretted all he had done. However, I didn't anticipate that his next statement would crush my pride. He seemed to want us to get together, but I knew it wouldn't be possible since I wouldn't want to be the reason for his untimely death, which is what happens when someone you love dies.
"I know the way I broke off the engagement may be heartless, but I have to do that; that's the only idea I have at that time." When he said, "I won't want us to be enemies because of what happened," my rage reached a fever pitch. My only thought was to start the plan, but I understood that in order to complete the task at hand, I had to remain composed. I'll see to it that he pays for his previous statements.
I was taken aback by his statement, as I had assumed he would express regret for our breakup and express his desire for me to become his wife and partner. I understood that the only thing I should do is follow along and not act in the way that I was thinking.
The head of the werewolf council urged me to do something, but I wasn't willing to do it until I saw how he spoke to me today.
His words stabbed my heart like a hot knife, tinged with wolfsbane. I tried not to show it as I glanced at him, but my heart ached with grief.
"It's fine; I'm alright." "You ought to concentrate on your significant other," I said with a smile.
He added, "Thanks for understanding; I really appreciate it," and I tried not to show my dislike for him by staring at him.
With a smile on her face, Freya entered the room as soon as the door opened. She was up to something, and I knew it.
Freya continued, "You can bring your things into the room I provide for you," and I grinned as I looked up at her.
"How long will you be staying?" Lucius questioned haltingly.
"For two days. I'll talk to you later." With Freya gazing back at me, I muttered, "I need to go now," and I left the room.
The moment we entered a certain room, Freya declared, "This is your room."
I sighed deeply as I plopped down on the bed after entering the room silently.
"I'll dispatch a pack member to you; you'll be given a tour of the pack," said Freya before turning to walk away.
I said, "Thank you," and she looked up at me. She quickly averted her gaze.
After a time, I exhaled deeply and looked about the room before getting up to arrange my belongings.
I dozed off after leaping into the bed. I need to go to bed to unwind after such a demanding and emotionally taxing day.