Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake)

Chapter 114

Chloe's POV

The morning sky emerged in a breathtaking shade of blue, exuding an aura of serenity and calmness.

Birds were chirping around the garden, making its peaceful demeanor stand in stark contrast to the

scenes of strife and chaos that enveloped the darkness of the preceding night.

A few feet away from us, Arthur emerged, catching Carrie off guard and causing her to choke on her

food.

Blake and I exchanged amused glances as we witnessed the unexpected scene. Arthur's face

displayed a mix of concern and helplessness as he addressed Carrie, his worry evident in his voice.

"Carrie… Are you okay?" Arthur asked with a worried look.

However, before he could approach her, Carrie swiftly moved and sought refuge behind me.

"Okay… I'm okay…" Carrie answered with a bright blush. With a reddened face, she assured everyone

that she was fine, albeit with a hint of embarrassment.

The once lively Carrie had transformed into a timid individual, while Arthur appeared at a loss for what

to do. Observing their interactions, I couldn't contain my amusement any longer and burst into laughter.

Beside me, Blake cast a tender glance in my direction, while Carrie shot me an intense glare.

Interrupting our moment, Arthur unexpectedly interjected, "Can I join you?" Blake, who had been fully

engaged with me, abruptly shifted his attention towards Arthur, his eyes narrowing with annoyance.

The peculiar sight of the three of them, each displaying contrasting expressions, struck me as

immensely amusing, causing my laughter to intensify.

A soft sigh escaped Blake's lips, drawing my attention as his gentle gaze settled upon me. In that

moment, a sense of tranquility washed over me, offering me a feeling of peace from the chaos that I

have been recently experiencing.

Yet, beneath the surface of this peaceful interlude, an inexplicable unease lingered, tugging at the

corners of my consciousness.

I turned my gaze towards the serene garden, its vibrant colors dancing in the sunlight, and found

myself transported back to a vivid dream that had haunted my thoughts.

In that dream, I witnessed a child, bearing an uncanny resemblance to a younger version of Blake,

frolicking joyfully among the blossoming flowers.

Desperate to join him, I pursued his fleeting figure, calling out his name with increasing desperation,

but my efforts proved futile as he remained just beyond my reach.

No matter what I did, the child did not turn to me. No, it seemed that the child did.not even hear me.

Gazing down at my petite belly, a thought ignited within me, 'Could the child I had glimpsed in my

dream truly be you?' The notion filled me with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

Then, in a sudden twist of fate, a gentle fluttering sensation emanated from within my abdomen,

startling me. My eyes widened in astonishment; it was the first time I had ever felt the tiny life within me

stir. Yet, an array of conflicting emotions flooded my heart. Wasn't it still too early for such movements?

Happiness intertwined with worry, creating a complex tapestry of sentiments within me.

Addressing my unborn child, I whispered softly, "Are you trying to tell me that you are the child from my

dream?" Amidst the whirlwind of emotions, a warmth blossomed in my chest, and a bittersweet

sensation tingle in my nose, rendering me both tender and nostalgic.

As Blake glanced in my direction, he caught sight of my response. Just as he was about to utter words

of consolation or explanation, our attention was abruptly drawn to a new presence entering the garden.

There stood Lyra, her beauty still radiant, yet marked by an unexpected change. Surprisingly, there was

a noticeable injury marred her arm, while her once composed and reserved eyes now shimmered with

a hint of redness.

However, the most striking transformation lay in her demeanor. The friendly expression she once wore

when looking at me had vanished, replaced by an icy gaze that pierced through me, devoid of any

warmth or familiarity.

A surge of alarm coursed through me, causing my heart to skip a beat. Rising from my seat, I

approached Lyra cautiously, my voice soft as I inquired, "Lyra, what happened? Are you alright? May I

see your injuries?" Genuine concern weighed heavily upon me.

To my astonishment, the frigid gleam that had once occupied Lyra's eyes swiftly dissipated, as if it had

never existed.

It vanished so abruptly that I questioned whether I had merely imagined it. Without glancing towards

the others present, Lyra bestowed upon me a gentle, reassuring smile that startled me.

"Alright," she responded in a tone laced with kindness.

"However, I cannot spare any time for treatment at the moment. The aftermath of last night's attack has

left us with extensive damage. The Lycan King and his close aide are preoccupied, leaving me with no

available time," she snapped, causing Blake and Arthur to visibly flinch by my side.

"Extensive damage?" My heart quivered within my chest. Last night, despite my inability to tap into my

wolf's power, I could still hear the cacophony of clashing and voices echoing through the air. From the

confines of my room, I caught a whiff of the pungent aroma of blood saturating the pack's grounds.

It became evident that the attack we endured was far from insignificant. Countless individuals must

have suffered injuries.

Even Lyra, whose strength rivaled that of Blake himself, had not escaped unscathed. The pack, too,

appeared to have borne a substantial blow.

The realization caused me to bite down on my lower lip, worry etching its way into my thoughts.

Amidst this realization, questions arose in my mind. Why were Blake and Arthur present in this

moment? I observed Blake's hesitation, sensing something amiss.

And why was the Lycan King here, partaking in this idyllic picnic with me? An unsettling feeling began

to creep over me, stirring a sense of unease and curiosity within my heart.

"If it's agreeable to you, could we meet tonight?" I heard Lyra inquired, her voice still gentle. I turned to

look at Lyra's still paled face.

"I prefer to avoid the presence of others. I would like it to be just the two of us," she added, a pointed

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