Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

I headed down the hallway, Patricia walked ahead in quick steps. Ever since that day after Ryan’s return she had not let me see her avoiding every path that I followed. At first I did not seem to notice as I thought it was only a mere coincidence not until she had deliberately ignored my pleasantries.

“Patricia,” I called out to her not knowing how else to reach her. I had grown suspicious after the incident of five guards being diagnosed with food poisoning after eating some certain potion of Apple pie but I could still place my thoughts as they felt as a bit extreme.

“Patricia,” I called out to her again, rushing towards her until I had a grip of her shoulders which she immediately took my hands off turning towards me in a bloodshot stare.

“What’s wrong Patricia? I have been calling you from a distance, did you not hear me?”

“And what if I did?”

“Are you okay? You sound weird.”

“What do you want?”

“I came to thank you for the plan the other day, Ryan loved the gesture.”

“Oh I see, that’s great,” She made to leave.

“Hold on, why the cold responses, I thought this was what you wanted.”

“Of course but you don’t listen, do you? No wonder you always end up stepping on toes you shouldn’t have stepped on.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You took the wrong apple pie to Ryan.”

“Oh that, when I returned, I didn’t see the one you kept, especially him, so I took the one the chef prepared. Well I am grateful I took the one that I did because it turned out that a portion of Apple pie some guards had eaten that day was poisoned which made them sick for days. Patricia, was that the tray that you wanted me to personally serve to Ryan?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I noticed that after that day your attitude returned to how it used to be cold and painted. It made me wonder if you ever really meant well for me or it was just a lot to let me go down.”

She said nothing.

“Your silence says it all. I should have listened to Beth but I am glad that your plan went sour.”

“I wonder what Ryan sees in you,” she said.

“It’s not my fault that he loves me regardless but why would you want to hurt him?”

“You served him the food, you would be the one hurting him and not me. This plan was supposed to work but you never listened to instructions.”

“And for once in my life, I am glad that I didn’t. Ryan loves you, don’t ruin that because of your selfish desires.”

“You know nothing about me and what I share with Ryan.”

“I know enough to tell you to let this all go so someone won’t end up getting hurt.”

“Someone will definitely end up getting hurt and I guess you know who that is, you are smart Clara.”

“Gosh, Patricia I can’t believe I trusted you. You are such a good actor, all those charades for a plan?”

“What hurts most right now is that I have to live with the thought that I was actually nice to you and called you a friend.”

“I wonder what evil you have up your sleeves.”

“You have no idea, trust me. You haven’t seen the last of me, Clara.”

I have loved the fact that Ryan had loved the food idea and so I made arrangements for another but without Patricia this time.

The hot chicken broth just as I had wanted with the same extra spice and a bowl of boiled rice. I wanted to watch his face as he savoured on the meal with the extra spiciness that would tingle his tongue. How he would eat out on every bite and tell me how good I was and how he loved the meal. As I made it, I made sure that I did not take my eyes off the meal just in case Patricia had a little more up her sleeves I sorely wanted ready for another drama. All I craved was for another quiet night with him wrapped in his ambience and the aura of peace hovering around us.

The meal rested well on the fancy dish as I set out with the tray. It had the orange pasty look with the sweet aroma oozing from it. This time, I did not have the admixture of feelings, that of a bit of anxiety and confusion on what his response would be when he sees me with the meal. It was glaring now, his feelings towards me, everything seemed perfect between us and I didn’t see much of Patricia anymore. Maybe she had finally come to accept her own reality that Ryan would always see her as a sister.

With every step I drew closer to the door of his chambers, the edges of my lips stretched in an even wider smile. I imagined the look in those bright eyes when he would take in a morsel of the meal and the expressions that would become our reality as the extra spice would kick in. The conversations in between each munch, he loved to do that, savouring every bite of it while he would tell me how much he loved the meal. As I got closer, the anticipation grew from just mere thoughts as I craved for it to become a reality, I wanted to sit beside him again and watch him scoop from it. I would share from his own bite and his endless tales that seemed to add an extra flavour to the meal.

At that point, the hallway seemed farther than it usually was, it was as though I should run to him so it wouldn’t be a degree cooler but I still needed to keep calm so I would appear before him without showing any bit of desperation. I walked down with the sound of the heels of my shoes against the marble ground as the only sound I could hear around. With every step, I felt closer to warmth and every thing that came with it. I beamed at nothing, taking large deep, savouring breaths just at the thought of what was before me. The door of his chamber was a bit ajar as I got closer to it, although, it was a bit unusual because Ryan never left his door open unless it was being cleaned by the maids in the early hours of the day but it was a bit too late for that as it was already almost night fall.

“Ryan,” I adopted a deep love-struck tone as I called out but there was no response and somehow, I had expected that.

Where could I have gone? Could he fast asleep and appear too tired to eat? And then my plans would go sour.

As the thought came, I quickly took it off my mind.

Maybe he was in the inner chamber.

I could settle for that.

With my elbow, I opened the door as I made my way in. And just as though I was being struck by a full surge of lightning, a very familiar feeling but maybe even worse as it ran down my body. I found Ryan in a position I could have sworn I would never gaze upon even in a thousand years.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.